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I was waiting for you. I was waiting for you like never before because I knew we would finally see each other for the first time. For real this time.
I nervously moved my leg impatiently.
Where are you? – I wondered, talking to myself.
We had arranged to meet in my city, you would have arrived with the first available train from the airport, and I was there at the train station, looking for your smile. Looking for that thick head of hair…
The months we’d spent talking had finally brought us to a conclusion. Knowing that you would finally come here on vacation filled my heart with immense joy. Knowing this, you promised me that no scissors would touch your hair again until the fateful moment. Until our moment.
A whistle. It was time.
From the train doors, I saw an immense number of people disembarking. Thousands of heads of a thousand colors infested my vision, but none of them were the ones I was looking for: the ones I’d only seen in photos between emails, the one I knew perfectly, and now I could do more than just admire. I’d have recognized you among a thousand, I assure you. But I just couldn’t find you.
Then, a gentle touch on my shoulder, a floral scent behind me that sent me into ecstasy just thinking it was you.
I wasn’t disappointed.
The toothy smile you’d always accustomed me to, you could now show me in all its beauty, the kind gaze I’d always hoped to meet was finally before me. And then… that cascade of hair! You’d told me you wouldn’t cut it, but I never would have hoped to see the length I now had before me: the light perm you couldn’t resist did absolute justice to your voluminous locks. Long, hazelnut-colored locks ran down your back, creating soft waves here and there. The still-strong scent of conditioner wafted through my entire body, making me want to bury my face in that sea that, I hoped, would soon become deserted.
-Andrea!
-Mary! Oh my God, you have no idea how much I’ve waited for this day!
-Me too, dear!
The first meeting couldn’t begin without a long, well-deserved hug, in true Italian style.
Meanwhile, I got a small taste of what your body would offer me in a few hours. Your still shapely and firm body hadn’t yet stopped expressing itself. But that hair… the thick braids let my fingers slide perfectly, almost as if they were giving me permission to touch them and make them mine.
As I pulled away from you, I couldn’t help but kiss you on the cheek, perhaps closer to the mouth than you expected, but your smile seemed to tell me you didn’t mind.
-Come on, we have a lot to work on – I said, taking a lock of hair from the ones that fell over your shoulder.
-Yeah…
-Come on, I’ll show you something.
Taking your hand, I led you to my car, where you found a clipper waiting in the passenger seat, along with scissors, a bag of disposable razors, a can of shaving cream, and a comb.
-Oh… I see you’re ready, dear,” you said with persuasive eyes.
-I was hoping to do you a favor by showing you right away.
-Well, I happen to be, too!,” you said, pulling a home perm kit from your bag.
I’d never driven home so fast before. Having you by my side was a dream, and knowing it would soon all become reality made my blood boil.
Hastily parking the car, I carried you upstairs to me. We closed the door behind us. It was just the two of us, finally.
-You won’t need these for a while – I told you, taking off your clothes, starting with your blouse.
-Oh!
I was surprised to see that you weren’t wearing any underwear underneath, neither bra nor panties. Wearing a long skirt had its advantages, and yet you knew how to cope with the heat.
Your turgid breasts looked like fruit ready to be picked, full and juicy as pomegranates. I was pleased to see that your vulva had been left untrimmed as requested, though I couldn’t help but notice that it wasn’t entirely dry… and who could have blamed you? She was about to live her forbidden dream. The one granted only to the two of us and no one else.
We set everything down temporarily on the bathroom shelf. For now, all the tools could wait. Our bodies had to get to know each other first.
You didn’t waste time undressing me, noticing that in certain places, the fabric was starting to feel tight. You didn’t need me to tell you where to touch me, just as I didn’t need to either. My hands ran all over your belly, searching for the frizzy bush that hid your treasure. My fingers were curious to part your lips, making the pink white contrast with the thick undergrowth, but what interested me most at the moment was another area, higher up. I couldn’t resist grasping your scalp with both hands, pulling it toward me. I rested your face on my chest, while I became intoxicated by the essence of your skin, your hair. I wanted to taste them, caress them, make them mine while I still had the time. Let them enjoy it for a little longer. I gently ran my fingertips over your scalp, I had to make you feel comfortable. I imagined that in that moment you couldn’t help but feel like I was getting excited.
I had to feel your hair.
We settled into the bathroom without much ceremony, me sitting on the tub, you on the floor, your back to me. With swift movements, I twisted my penis into your thick braids, while your hands carefully reached out to me. You took care of me, with the attention only an experienced woman like you could provide. The silky sensation around the rod of my penis, combined with your gentle yet firm touch, transported me to another world, one you never want to leave. I had to enjoy it while I could.
When I decided enough was enough, I forcefully grabbed your loose ponytail and pulled it towards me. With my other hand, I had already picked up the scissors, with which I was about to significantly trim that length, now useless to our purposes.
The sound of the scissors cutting through your thick locks sent us into ecstasy, I could feel the strain with each closing of the blades. I continued for a good two minutes before seeing all those hazelnut-colored braids fall to the floor.
-Ooooh… – you began to moan with pleasure.
Unable to help you at that moment, you took care of pleasuring yourself in your other bush, moving your fingers up and down.
Once the bulk was removed, I picked up the clipper and almost startled when you heard the loud pop of it turning on. Suddenly, the buzzing sound got closer and closer to your temple until you felt the roaring blades attached directly to your head, a sign that it had begun. First, you saw several strands fall in front of you, onto your thighs and onto the fingers working on your nipples and your sex. Then you felt the blades pass all the way back, well above the nape of your neck, and you knew that everything below would be lost. Feeling the blades coming from the other side of your head meant it was time to thoroughly clean up what was underneath. Your fingers were moving faster and faster.
The clipper worked quickly and inexorably across the entire nape of your neck and behind your ears. Your hair fell out in clumps no longer than a few centimeters. Soon I, too, was filled with that still-soft stubble. But it was still too early to be distracted. The shaving foam around your head had filled the bathroom with menthol scent, almost reminiscent of a barbershop, and I could see you didn’t mind. I used at least five blades to shave everything off completely and expose the whiteness of your skin, never exposed to light until then.
There was now a delightful contrast between your bushy head and the bare nape of your neck. I had finally managed to give you that coveted mushroom bowlcut you’d longed for. I was ecstatic at the sight, and it was time to feel what it must have felt like to rub against your bare skin and the huge and wide top. I immediately placed my penis on the nape of your neck, the glans rubbing against the freshly trimmed, even softer tips… you can imagine what it felt like.
I turned you toward me; it was time to shave that unkempt pubic hair. Still using the clippers, I got rid of most of the hair, leaving you with a sort of spherical shape, almost as if you had an Afro between your legs. The hard part was doing it all with you constantly seeking my sex!
And since you were busy stuffing your mouth with me, I could see the top of your head perfectly, and what better time to continue our session…
Without even turning off the clipper, I ran it from ear to ear, drawing a long, bristle-filled line across your scalp. It was too much for me at that moment, and I’m sure you sensed it too, since I’d left a salty aftertaste in your mouth. I wasted no time in stripping your scalp bare, except for the forehead area, where I took care to leave a portion of your bangs intact. But the rest had to be removed with razors and lather, and so I did. Your lips and mouth worked on me faster and faster.
But I couldn’t stop.
I immediately began curling your hair on your forehead as you’d taught me, and since we needed to wait a bit for the final result, I decided to enjoy your mouth a little longer, and I allowed you to play with my fingers.
There you are now. In all your magnificence. Two gnarled, curly bushes now remained on you, one high up and the other lower down, between your legs, both equally thick. For months and months you’d talked to me about this fantasy of yours, and God only knows what you were feeling at that moment, seeing yourself in the mirror like that. The trickles of fluids running down your legs could certainly have given me a clear clue.
-You’ve given me what I’ve always wanted, Andrea. Now it’s time for you to take what’s yours.
With that, you laid your head sheepishly in my lap, knowing that my work with you wasn’t finished yet. The clipper that had previously reduced all your hair to nothing was now taking even the last bits, both top and bottom. You didn’t mind the vibrations of the clipper at all, especially between your legs.
Your face, flushed with shame from the pleasure you felt, contrasted with the whiteness of the shaving cream was a sight I’ll never forget. Your body tasted of all the fluids your body had produced, and mine too. The mint from the shaving cream was now useless. You felt the razor blades harshly scraping all over your scalp, and when I asked you to close your eyes, you knew it was time to say goodbye to your eyebrows too. You’d granted them to me even though I’d never specifically asked for them. But you’d felt compelled to repay me and give me everything you had: your body, your hair, your dignity, your dreams…
There’s no point in describing our entire carnal interlude, how much we suffered the next morning, knowing that nothing more could be done with your naked little head. Your hair had been all over my bathroom floor since the day before, and it would stay there once you got home, thousands of miles away. But I couldn’t help but ask you something that morning, still lying in the damp blankets.
-What will you tell everyone when they see you?
