Sarah Goes short

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Sarah Goes Short

By JimB (C)opyright March 2001

 

Sarah pushed open the door of the barber shop and hesitated for a moment before stepping in.

She wasn’t sure this was what she wanted.

But, she was definitely sure this was what she needed or at least her husband needed.

Throughout most of Sarah’s marriage, her husband had been keeping mum about his love of girls with short hair.

Well, it wouldn’t be fair to say her husband was solely at fault for keeping such a deep secret.

Since, Sarah was a fan of growing her long luscious locks.

Her husband probably was afraid of sharing his secret with Sarah for fear of affecting the marriage.

All was hidden nice and safe until one fine day when Sarah came across pictures of girls with short haircuts on his netbook and realized his fantasies.

Before long, she was here at the barber shop.

To make a change.

To surprise her husband.

As soon as she stepped in a middle-aged barber attended to her.

“Sorry, there aren’t any hairdressers available right now,”he told her.

“Unless you wouldn’t mind me doing it.

“Since, I’m just a barber.”

Sarah gave it some thought and remembered barbers are usually good with doing short cuts.

“I think you are just who I need,” Sarah replied.

The barber glowed at Sarah’s answer and gestured for the nearby barber chair.

The barber shop was totally empty except for Sarah at the moment.

Perhaps all the hairdressers and the rest of the barbers are out for lunch.

The barber introduced himself as Paul, as he grabbed one of the white capes off a hook on the back wall.

He came behind Sarah and draped it over her, fastening it snuggly around her neck.

“CARL,” a voice yelled and he stop.

“How many times have I told you, I cut women’s hair and you don’t.”

“Sorry about that,” she said.  “My name is Paula.

“And, that’s my uncle and should have retired a few years back.”

“So, how can I help you?’ Paula questioned as she patted her barber chair for Sarah sit in.

Sarah explained about her husband’s love for short hair on girls and she wants to surprise her husband with a short haircut.

However, she wants to keep the hair cut feminine and chic.

“Short and not masculine.

“Sure, I can do that,’ Paula replied and briefly elaborated on the haircut Sarah will be getting.

“But, I going to tell you it might be a little masculine.”

“How so!” Sarah inquired as Paula caped her.

“First it is going to be short,” Paula started explaining.

“Second, I think you would love a much shorter hair cut!”

“How can you tell that?” Sarah asked as Paula raised the barber chair.

“You are not the first women to come in asking for a short hair cut to please her husband’s interest.” Paula replied as she stood, on the right side of her barber chair, smiling a Sarah.

“Just something that is short and not masculine.”

“Well, I guest you are right,” Sarah replied as she began felling nervous.

“I kind of have been thinking about cutting my hair short for a few years, off and on.

“But, never asked my husband what he thought.”

“They all say the same thing,” Paula replied.

“What do they do?” Sarah asked as became more curious.

Paula smiled and walked behind her barber chair and began moving things around while watching Sarah in the mirrors.

Sarah began brushing her fingers through her hair.  She turned her head to the left, the right.

Paula watched smiling.

“Have you thought about it?” Paula asked Sarah.

“Thought about what?” Sarah said.

“Shorter,” was all Paula said.

Sarah pushed her hair back off her face and close to her head.

“That will only make you made.  Even wondering more,” Paula told her as she walked to the right side of her barber chair.

“Might as well just go for it.

“And, if he does not like it.

“At least you tried!”

Paula began brushing her fingers through Sarah’s hair.

“I can go do it in steps?” she told Sarah who was now looking at her face to face.

Paula watched as Sarah’s breathing began to grow faster.

“Say, we started here,” Paula to told Sarah as she move her right hand like a knife over Sarah’s hair at the shoulder.

Sarah watched Paula move her hand back wards.

When her hand reached the back of Sarah’s head her left hand grabbed Sarah’s hair and pulled her hair tight on the right side of her head.

Sarah’s eyes widened just as Paula let her grip of her hair go.

“And, If I wanted to go shorter!” Sarah Asked.

“How much shorter?

“Will it be in steps, like you said?”

Paula stepped in front of her barber chair and looked Sarah in the eyes.

“Maybe yes,” she told Sarah.  “Maybe right to it.”

Sarah watched as Paula walked back behind her barber chair and pick up a few things.

Paula turned and began combing Sarah’s hair as she walked to the right side of her barber chair.

Her right hand raised, with scissors, and she began cutting Sarah’s hair shorter than the shoulders.

Sarah’s eyes widen as her hair fell to the floor and leaving behind hair just two inches below her chin.

As Paula stepped back a step and began cutting again, “Trust me.”

“What did you mean by “Maybe right to it”?”, Sarah asked as Paula stepped behind her barber chair and began cutting Sarah’s hair across her neck.

“Maybe right to it?” was Paula’s reply as she began cutting the left side of Sarah head.

“Trust me, you will love the final cut.

“And, like I said “If he does not like it.

“At least you tried!”

Paula stopped cutting and place the scissors and comb on the shelf and reaching under the shelf.

As she raised her right hand her left hand place something on what she was holding in her right hand.

She looked in the mirror and saw Sarah looking in the large mirror along the wall.

“Do you trust me?” Paula asked as she turned to the back of her barber chair.

Their eyes met again.

Paula placed her left hand on the top of Sarah’s head, “DO YOU TRUST ME?”

Slowly she pushed Sarah’s head downward, so she was looking at her capped lap.

Sarah took a deep breath and let it out slowly, “YES, I trust you.”

Paula clicked the clippers to life and began slowly moving it up the back of Sarah’s head.

As the cutting clippers moved slowly upward Sarah’s eyes watched as four inches of her light brown hair fell in her caped lap.

With the back of Sarah’s head clipped to an inch Paula stepped to the left side of her barber chair.

There she placed the clippers behind Sarah’s left ear and slowly moved the clippers upward and forward pushing more four inches of light brown hair slid into her caped lap.

As Paula walked around the back of her barber chair she brushed her left hand over the one inch of hair left behind by her clippers.

Stepping to the right side of her barber chair Paula placed the clippers behind Sarah’s right ear and slowly moved the the clippers upward and forward sending four inches of light brown hair into Sarah’s capped lap.

Standing behind her barber chair Paula began slowly moving the clippers over and over Sarah’s one inch hair until she was sure all of Sarah’s hair had been clipped to one inch all over.

Sarah moved her hands from under the cape and began to slowly brush her head, her one inch hair cut.

She looked at her self in the large mirror, turning her head to the left then the right.

She caught Paula’s eyes watching her.

“IS this “Maybe right to it”?” she asked Paula.

“Maybe it is,” Paula replied.  “Maybe it isn’t!

“That is up to you.

“I am only doing what you want.”

Sarah sat looking at her self in the large mirror.

Her mine tumbling in thoughts.

“What if he does not like the hair cut?” she thought to her self.

“If he does not like it,” Paula’s voice said.

“At least you tried!”

“You said “You are only doing what I want”?” she said to Paula.

“So, what do I want?” Sarah said to Paula.

“DO YOU TRUST ME?” Paula asked her again.

Sarah took a deep breath and let it out slowly and looked at her self in the large mirror.

She took another deep breath and slowly let it out, saying, “PAULA, I TRUST YOU TO DO WHAT I WANT.”

Paula smiled, she patted Sarah on her shoulders.

Paula turned and stepped behind her barber chair.

Standing there she placed her left hand on Sarah’s head and slowly pushed it downward.

Her right had reached behind her and took hold of clippers without any attachment on it.

As she brought it forward she clicked the clippers to life.

Sarah took a deep breath as Paula place the sining clippers below her hair line.

She let it sit there, singing it’s sound a few minutes, then she slowly pushed it upward buzzing Sarah’s hair, what was there, to the skin.  Pulling the clippers off her head when it reached the top of the back of Sarah’s head.

She stepped to the left side of her barber chair and placed the still sining clippers where she had pulled it from the back of Sarah’s head and slowly moved it forward over Sarah’s head pushing a growing pile of one inch long hair to her forehead and into her caped lap.

Paula glanced a look at Sarah in the large mirror as she place the clippers below Sarah’s hair line and began a slow push upward and over the top of Sarah’s head with the one inch of pile hair falling into her caped lap.

Paula continued slowly moving the clippers again and again until she had the left side of Sarah’s head buzzed to the skin.

With the last slow pass of the clippers, Paula brushed the fingers of her left hand over the left side of Sarah’s skin and whispered in Sarah’s left ear.

“This feel just right,” she whispered.  “You should feel how nice it feels.

“The final part will feel better.”

She gave Sarah a gentle kiss on her buzzed head, her tongue licked her buzzed head.

Standing on the right side of her barber chair, Paula began buzzing the right side of Sarah’s head.

When she made the last slow movement with the clippers, Paula brushed the finger tips of her left hand over Sarah’s buzzed right side.

She gave Sarah’s buzzed head a gentle kiss, her tongue licked her buzzed head.

“NOW, comes the best part,” Paula whispered in Sarah’s right ear and her tongue licking in Sarah’s right ear.

Paula undid the clip hold the cape and placed it and the clippers on the shelf.

Her right hand turned on the foist and hot steam water began flowing.  Her left hand grabbed a large white towel for the pile of towel.

Paula turned and grabbed the cape and let it fall across Sarah’s arms and the arms of her barber chair.

Slowly she tucked the large white towel in Sarah’s blouse and spread it over her shoulder.

Paula looked at Sarah in the large mirror, her eyes were closed.

Paula put her hands on the back of Sarah’s head and genteelly pushed her head downward.

She began kissing Sarah’s neck, her tongue licking her neck.

Slowly Paula moved her mouth, her tongue up the back of Sarah’s buzzed head.

When she reached the top, Paula gave Sarah’s head a long kiss.

“I will do this to your smooth head,” Paula said to Sarah.

Sarah began breathing fast.  Why she could not understand!

Paula wrapped the warm towel around Sarah’s head and let it sit while she flowed warm shaving lather on her left hand.

Turning she removed the warm towel and began lathering Sarah’s head.

She slowly stropped her straight razor over the leather strap.

When it was a sharp as she wanted it, Paula kissed the blade’s edge.

Tilting Sarah’s head a little to the left, Paula began slowly shaving Sarah’s head.

With each stroke of the razor Paula would look at Sarah in the large mirror.

If she saw her eyes were closed, Paula would give Sarah a gentle kiss where she had just shaved.

Sarah would open her eyes, take a deep breath.

With Sarah’s head shaved smooth, Paula removed the large white towel and the cape.

Paula moved her mouth, her tongue up the back of Sarah’s smooth head.

She genteelly spread some lotion over Sarah’s head.

As she lowered her barber chair, she said to Sarah, “I do shave down there.”

Sarah stood looking a Paula, “Do you check for smoothness when you are finished shaving down there?”

“You will have to find that out,” Paula began. “If you let me shave down there.”

They stood there looking at each other.  The smiled at each other.

Paula leaned to Sarah and gave Sarah her tongue.

Sarah’s tongue welcomed Paula tongue.

Just as Paula reached for the head rest of her barber chair, Sarah said, “Maybe next time.

“If he does not like it, my new very short and smooth hair cut.”

When Sarah got home her husband was pleasantly surprised by her bravery in taking the plunge and she was rewarded with a night of plentiful experiences.

The next morning Sarah told her husband how it happened, what had happened.

She even told him about Paula’s kissing and her tongue.

When she started telling him about Paula offer to shaved “down there” and she would test it for smoothness, he smiled and looked at her.

She didn’t grow her hair out for years.

She even returned to Paula for “a barber shop head shaving”.

Ever so often Sarah would go just before closing so Paula could test head for smoothness, with a kiss and her tongue.

Paula would offer to shave, and check for smoothness, down there.

Sarah’s reply was always, “Maybe next time.

“If he does not like it, my very short and smooth hair cut.”

The END By JimB (C)opyright March 2001

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