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YOU ALWAYS SLEEP WITH YOUR HAIRDRESSER - DONıT YOU?
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İ Sven the Elder
I sleep with my gardener as well.
I hadnıt 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
gardeningı as she puts it.
The family joke started when, early that spring, I was doing some
of the heavy work Jan canıt manage. It was early evening and I
was on my own out the front of our plot. Itıs 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 Iıd 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 wasnıt until
afterward that I realised just how much so on this occasion.
The blue-rinse lady had stopped to chat. ³Iım glad to see that
someone is doing something about the mess at last.² She said.
³Itıs been making the neighbourhood look down at heel.² 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 - ³itıs so difficult to find a ıgoodı
gardener these days!² I grunted something to the effect that it
was difficult, especially with the cost of pay that was required.
She looked at me closely: ³What do you charge?² she asked.
³Five dollars an hour³ I responded, off the top of my head - I
didnıt know the going rate!
³Thatıs very reasonable,³ she said, ³Do you have a card so that I
might call you if I need some help?²
Now at this point my sense of humour began to get the better of
me, I should just have let the matter drop. ³No,² I said. ³ But
then I doubt if you would be willing to make up the same perks of
the job anyway.²
³Oh Iım sure we could come to some arrangements,² she said, ³I
mean I could supply plenty of refreshments and a midday meal as
well.²
²Ah yes,² I said, ³ But I gets to sleep with the mistress of the
house as well.² Ok I know. I shouldnıt 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
³thatıll keep the local brigade talking for a bit.²
My other half came round the corner at the trot. ³Damn!² She
said, ³I wanted to catch Mrs Digby, I was told she was the person
to speak to over the plans for the school extension - sheıs the
Head of Governors you know.²
At this point my comment didnıt 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 ³Well you
could have told her that you sleep with the taxi-driver, the
cook, the bottle washer and the hairdresser as well.²
³Iıll store that up and use it next time³ I said - ³Itıll give
the old bat something to talk about anyway - if she dares.²
Jan muttered something about having to face the old girl - ³Iıll
never be able to look her in the eye.² Laughing still, I said
³Youıll think of something.²
In bed that night we were still chuckling at the thought of Mrs
Digbyıs 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 aroundı. 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 ³That was good, perhaps next time
Iıll be the hairdresser.²
I was amused, it was almost the first time Jan had admitted to
having any fantasyıs - she didnıt need them she said, or perhaps
she just felt she didnıt want to upset me. Me - sometimes I did
fantasise about the hairdresser - Jill was a drink on a stick,
but I didnıt 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 didnıt 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
hadnıt 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 didnıt 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. ³Iım not wasting that opportunity, I
donıt get many these dayıs³ she said. I remembered then that Jan
had said that Jill was ırestingı between affairs as it were.
³Whereıs Jan?² She continued.
²Out for the evening - she wasnıt expecting you.² I replied.
³Bugger³ said Jill, ²Didnıt she mention our conversation?² My
blank look as I sat up and got my breath back was enough
response. ³I 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 youıll like it. Jan offered you as a model.² 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 donıt remember what,
filled the coffee pot and set it going.
Jill laughed, ³we like our salon comforts then?²
Before I put on the proffered protective top I took my shirt off
- she looked a little surprised until I said, ³I hate hair
clippings down inside my collar, anyway Jan should have told
you.²
³Told me what?² said Jill.
³I always have my hair done topless.²
Jill grinned ³No chance buster!² 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. ³Not too dry² 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. ³So I changed my mind Sven, just look - no touchies - I
know you and Jan are liberally minded, but donıt think that that
goes for me. Just look!² 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.
³Now see what youıve done² she said. ³No see what youıve done,³
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 itıs 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 Jillsı
beautiful honey pot. When she couldnıt 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.
²Jeesus H!² Jill exclaimed as she breathed for the first time in
what seemed an age. ³Iım not used to that strength of coffee or
whatever it was caused that. I donıt think I could stand too
many at that Richter level.²
I kissed her gently before I said ³Didnıt Jan tell you, I always
sleep with my hairdresser. Donıt you?²
İ Sven the Elder - Jan 97
Sven the Elder
Erotic Authors Guild (UK Chapter)
e-mail to Sven at brass-neck dot demon dot co dot uk
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