From linetwo@connect.net Tue Feb 18 23:29:55 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: NEW STORY - You always sleep with your hairdresser - don't you? - by Sven the Elder
From: linetwo@connect.net (The Warthog)
Date: Wed, 19 Feb 1997 04:29:55 GMT

This is an adult story written for adults by an adult, if you can't hack 
that go lie down in a dark room.  The feelings will go away quite quickly.


You always sleep with your hairdresser - don't you?


by Sven the Elder



I sleep with my gardener as well.  

I hadn't really thought about it much until we moved locally about a mile 
to our present area.  The new garden needed a lot of work and effort put 
into it to change it from wilderness to respectable.  Me - I just like 
pottering - my wife likes 'gardening' as she puts it.  

The family joke started when, early that spring, I was doing some of the 
heavy work Jan can't manage.  It was early evening and I was on my own 
out the front of our plot.  It's a reasonable size and I was out of 
earshot of the house.  While I was leaning on my rake having a breather 
an old dear who I'd never seen before stopped to talk.  I should add that 
when I work on the garden I tend to be archetypal scruffy, more like a 
bum.  It wasn't until afterward that I realised just how much so on this 
occasion.

The blue-rinse lady had stopped to chat.  "I'm glad to see that someone 
is doing something about the mess at last." She said.  "It's been making 
the neighbourhood look down at heel."
It was then I realised that she must have taken me for the hired help, 
rather than the owner.  In typical fashion she ploughed on without 
waiting for comment - "it's so difficult to find a 'good' gardener these 
days!"
I grunted something to the effect that it was difficult, especially with 
the cost of pay that was required.
She looked at me closely: "What do you charge?" she asked.  

"Five dollars an hour" I responded, off the top of my head - I didn't 
know the going rate!

"That's very reasonable," she said, "Do you have a card so that I might 
call you if I need some help?"

Now at this point my sense of humour began to get the better of me, I 
should just have let the matter drop. "No," I said.  " But then I doubt 
if you would be willing to make up the same perks of the job anyway."  

"Oh I'm sure we could come to some arrangements," she said, "I mean I 
could supply plenty of refreshments and a midday meal as well."

"Ah yes," I said, " But I gets to sleep with the mistress of the house as 
well."  Ok I know.  I shouldn't have said it but she was beginning to bug 
me by then.  She took a moment for this gem to be absorbed, me leaning on 
the rake, she standing with her mouth hung open.  Then she decided she 
had heard right - spluttered something into thin air, coloured up and 
strode off muttering to herself.

As I turned back to the job in hand I thought smugly to myself "that'll 
keep the local brigade talking for a bit." 

My other half came round the corner at the trot.  "Damn!" She said, "I 
wanted to catch Mrs Digby, I was told she was the person to speak to over 
the plans for the school extension - she's the Head of Governors you 
know."

At this point my comment didn't seem quite so good, but what the hell - 
so I related the story.  Now it has to be said that my lady has a sense 
of humour that is only slightly less wicked than mine.  Fortunately she 
saw the funny side and went on "Well you could have told her that you 
sleep with the taxi-driver, the cook, the bottle washer and the 
hairdresser as well."

"I'll store that up and use it next time" I said - "It'll give the old 
bat something to talk about anyway - if she dares."  

Jan muttered something about having to face the old girl - "I'll never be 
able to look her in the eye."  Laughing still, I said "You'll think of 
something."

In bed that night we were still chuckling at the thought of Mrs Digby's 
reaction.  Our lovemaking was more intense than it had been for a little 
bit.  In fact I was jumped on!  Jan called me 'the gardener' and told me 
that I ought to be able to 'make that thing grow and do a little rooting 
around'. Her kisses started from my forehead, worked their way down my 
chest and headed south.  As Jan was on top this meant that I was able to 
inspect a ripe pair of peaches on the way past, and very nice they tasted 
too. As she moved on down and engulfed my penis with her delightful lips, 
she pressed home her advantage and I was treated to wild honey pie - my 
favourite.  A quick explosion from her-self as I managed to eat her 
centre was followed by her spinning round and impaling herself on me.  We 
both came together, me just a half stroke ahead, tasting each others 
juices on our lips as the ecstasy took our breath away.  As we were 
drifting off to sleep Jan said "That was good, perhaps next time I'll be 
the hairdresser."  

I was amused, it was almost the first time Jan had admitted to having any 
fantasy's - she didn't need them she said, or perhaps she just felt she 
didn't want to upset me.  Me - sometimes I did fantasise about the 
hairdresser - Jill was a drink on a stick, but I didn't really want Jan 
to know that I thought that way.  I would have loved to bed Jill, but 
well, relaxed marriage or not I had never had the chance.  I didn't think 
Jill would reciprocate my lust anyway.  In fact Jan does my hair; It was 
one of those things she had wanted to master earlier in life and never 
had the chance.  Jill ran an evening course at the local school, there 
were some spaces left so Jan had joined and been properly taught.  

That was some months ago.

The fun really started last night though.  Jan had a phone call from a 
friend who had moved away, about twenty miles.  They hadn't seen each 
other for a couple of months and Sheila asked Jan over that evening.  I 
was planning a report for the office so I didn't mind, it would let me 
work at home without being disturbed.  

After about an hour there was a ring at the front door.  Wondering who it 
might be I went to answer and found Jill, the hairdresser stood there 
with arms full, as usual, of hairdressing kit.  Rather than have her 
stand on the door I invited her in.  As she stepped past the mat she 
caught her toe and I suddenly had my arms full of hairdressing 
accoutrements and one delectable hairdresser.  It caught me off balance 
and I fell flat on my back on the floor with Jill on top, bits and pieces 
crashing everywhere.  As we lay there, me underneath, winded and trying 
to catch my breath she climbed off, looked back, leaned forward and 
kissed me full on the mouth. "I'm not wasting that opportunity, I don't 
get many these day's" she said.  I remembered then that Jan had said that 
Jill was 'resting' between affairs as it were.  "Where's Jan?" She 
continued.

"Out for the evening - she wasn't expecting you." I replied.  

"Bugger" said Jill, "Didn't she mention our conversation?"  My blank look 
as I sat up and got my breath back was enough response.  "I asked if I 
might cut your hair tonight, I want to try a new style for the class.  It 
needs hair like yours to work and I think you'll like it.   Jan offered 
you as a model."  Now slow on the uptake I am not and the thought of this 
rather lovely vision bobbing around nice and close definitely appealed.  
The hell with the office report, Jill could groom me to her hearts 
content, and I said so.

Shutting the front door, I turned and picked up the assorted bits that 
Jill had dropped, carried them into the kitchen and put them on the 
table.  As she got ready I put the cd in the corner on, just something 
background nondescript, I don't remember what, filled the coffee pot and 
set it going.  

Jill laughed, "we like our salon comforts then?"   

Before I put on the proffered protective top I took my shirt off - she 
looked a little surprised until I said, "I hate hair clippings down 
inside my collar, anyway Jan should have told you." 

"Told me what?" said Jill.  

"I always have my hair done topless."

Jill grinned "No chance buster!" She combed things into place for a quick 
look, moved me over to the kitchen sink, removed my glasses, bent me over 
and washed my hair.  Having finished she put a large towel round me, 
covered me over and sat me back down.  She moved back a bit and I heard 
her pick up her comb and scissors again as I dried things off a bit.  
"Not too dry" she said and took the towel away.  

She took my breath away as well.  Six inches in front of my eyes were a 
lovely pair of naked tits, nipples sharpening in the breeze.  "So I 
changed my mind Sven, just look - no touchies - I know you and Jan are 
liberally minded, but don't think that that goes for me.  Just look!"  
The grin on my face had obviously spoken volumes.  Before she could say 
anything or start styling I held her bum lightly and pulled her forward a 
fraction and kissed both of her nipples very quickly before she stop me.  
She gasped and dropped the comb into my lap where it landed on my rising 
erection.

"Now see what you've done" she said.  "No see what you've done," I 
replied as her fingers touched the rapidly increasing bump in my trouser 
front.  Her fingers lingered for a second, her eyes slightly wide, her 
mouth open a little.  She looked at me and I kissed her properly.  She 
sat down suddenly onto my lap and putting her arms behind my head kissed 
me.  As her tongue sought mine, thoughts of hair styling receded.  I 
undid the snap of her skirt and she stood up quickly and took it off, 
hanging it over the back of one of the other chairs.  She sat back down 
on my lap, facing me, a leg either side and kissed me again.

After a moment or two I stood up and she stepped back.  She kissed me 
again as she undid my trouser belt, bending quickly she slid them off, 
pants and all.  She gasped slightly as I bounced free, then I gasped as 
she captured the head of my penis in her mouth slurping at it rather than 
kissing.  As she let go and stood back up, we held each other close, my 
burgeoning erection now uncomfortably hard and busy trying to burrow it's 
way home.  I slid my fingers inside her panties and slid them down to a 
point where she kicked them off.  As she stood in front of me I sat back 
down on the chair kissing my way down her front as I did.  I reached the 
point of her delta and realised that her trimmed centre was wet, that 
lovely fount begging to be dipped into.  Without hesitation I sipped, my 
tongue lapping at Jill's beautiful honey pot.  When she couldn't take any 
more she moved forward and sat down again in my lap, carefully 
positioning herself to touch the tip of my straining cock before anything 
else.  I gasped as she sat on top, sliding me into her hot, slippery, 
grasping depths in one continuous flowing motion.

She kissed me again, working her tongue and clenching muscles deep inside 
her at the same time.  Our breathing grew ragged as we reached the edge, 
and then felt as if it stopped as we fell over the precipice of orgasm.  
I spasmed once, twice, three times as I emptied my soul into this 
delectable creature speared on my being.  Then we both went limp and I 
had to stop her from falling off.

"Jeesus H!" Jill exclaimed as she breathed for the first time in what 
seemed an age.  "I'm not used to that strength of coffee or whatever it 
was caused that.  I don't think I could stand too many at that Richter 
level."

I kissed her gently before I said "Didn't Jan tell you, I always sleep 
with my hairdresser.  Don't you?"

(C) Sven the Elder - Jan '97


