Why not our men’s hairstyles? (Bea Part 1)

(Since English is not my native language, I apologize for any harm I will certainly do to it. Hope you can enjoy anyway.)

Timm recognized her immediately as she came through the sliding door from the security area. She looked stunning.Her feet were in high, tight-fitting black boots, then came her long, slender legs in black opaque tights. This was followed by a short winter coat, and underneath would be one of her very short dresses. She loved short dresses, the skirts always ending high on her thighs. Then he saw her face, underneath her always tousled long brown hair, which she kept in place with a huge barrette.

She smiled at him, quickened her pace and gave him a warm hug. They both immediately felt a great closeness and intimacy that they had always wanted before the pandemic, but had never experienced. But now the dam broke and their tongues finally met.

They looked into each other’s eyes for a long time and Bea smiled at him: “Finally.”

Then they walked on and Timm told her he had to spend the weekend in Berlin. She grinned at him: “Me too, nothing seems to be flying tonight.” The airline only gave them vouchers for hotels, and the counter staff were hopelessly overworked. But a phone call later, Timm had booked a small suite in a hotel and they could check in around 2pm.

Timm found Bea’s Ladyshaver and shaving cream in her suitcase and Bea sat down on the bed with her legs spread. Timm rubbed Bea’s private parts generously with shaving foam, right down to her legs, her stomach and even the little hairs on her breasts. Then he started and slowly Bea’s hairless skin appeared in the light of the suite. He was very thorough and Bea enjoyed the massage, feeling again and again how smooth she was without the hair down there. Her thoughts were on a roller coaster and she wondered if Timm should shave higher up. Maybe her neck, or even higher, her head. Then she would be as smooth as he was. But when Timm used his tongue to check if he had really shaved all the hairs, she couldn’t hold back any longer and came in a loud, first orgasm of the day.

Later in the evening, Bea said, “I think we should do something, don’t you? I’ve got an idea that might sound a bit crazy.” Timm gave her a grin. “I like your ideas. What kind of idea do you have?” – “I read a report a while ago about small sex theaters near here. With real sex on stage and various fetishes. I’d like to see something like that.” – “Then let’s see if there are any performances so close to Christmas.”

So the two of them made their way there as quickly as they could and arrived right on time. A young woman, who was definitely wearing a wig, welcomed them into the theater and showed them to a box. The whole theater was filled with boxes, small compartments, each with a leather sofa for two. The young woman gave them an explanation: “This is your box. If you’d rather lie down, you can fold out the sofa.  You’re also welcome to undress if you get too warm or for other reasons.”

She showed them a handle to fold out the sofa, and then continued: “Sex is of course allowed during the program, and you’re also allowed to take part in some parts of the program, although Saturday is the day for taking part. If you want to talk to the couples from another box, please wait until the break. You don’t need to get dressed again for the break, usually everyone is naked by then anyway.”

There weren’t many spectators. They only saw heads in a few boxes. Bea noticed that her hair was probably the longest in the room, pinned up. Once more, she considered the possibility of having no hair on her head, like Timm. Was the young receptionist hairless? Why else would she be wearing the wig?

The audience area darkened and the program began. A woman in over-the-knee boots, a short leather skirt, and a tight white blouse entered the stage and introduced herself as Silvia, the presenter. Bea liked the outfit—it wasn’t too slutty, and it was somehow sexy and slightly dominant. She immediately noticed that she couldn’t see any hair under the top hat.

As Silvia wrapped up the program of the evening, she revealed a lineup of exciting activities, including a singer, a magic show, a striptease, a ballet, and a short talk show. She unbuttoned her blouse a little further and gave a playful grin. “As you know, we’re going to have a lot of fun today, so here’s a heads-up: feel free to show some skin. Even the skin you don’t show anyone in everyday life.” She let her blouse swing open, and the audience got their first look at her firm breasts. Then Silvia removed her hat to take a bow, revealing her bare, hairless head.

Bea gave Timm a quick pat on the head. “I didn’t think she meant her scalp. I wouldn’t have thought that a hairless female head would be as sexy as a hairless male head.” Timm gave her a nod. “Right, I’m looking forward to the show. Any chance we’ll see more women without hair?”

Absolutely.

The first act was the singer. Bea was surprised by her outfit: Seven of Nine, the Borg heroine from her youth! She wasn’t in the tight catsuit, though, but the Borg implant above here eye was her signature. And another citation from the series: She was in the dress she wore when she sang “It Can’t Be Wrong.” And it was this very song that the singer was now performing, her blonde hair draped over her shoulder in a similar style to Seven in the original scene.

The two kept playing with each other, moving closer and closer, touching their pussies more and more often. You could see that they were starting to sweat. Then bald T’Pol gave Seven a long French kiss and played with her hair with her hands. As if by magic, her hair came loose from Seven’s head, and the two women with no hair on their heads fingered each other’s heads during their long kiss.

When the song ended, the two naked women from Bea’s favorite series from her youth, having their dresses and wigs around their feet, stood there without a hair on their bodies, smiling at their audience.

Bea was really excited and opened her blouse a bit more. Without hair, the two women looked more exposed and naked than they did with hair on their heads. Timm seemed to like it too, and was happy to stroke her bare breasts.

The magic show was next. The magician was a tall man in a tailcoat with a top hat on his bald head, and he performed some magic tricks with the help of an assistant in a long dress.

Then he said he wanted to cast a spell on his assistant and placed her in a large ring. He lifted the ring, and it turned out there was a tube of cloth attached to it. He cast a spell and pulled the ring up, completely hiding the assistant in the tube. When he lowered the ring a few seconds later, the assistant had changed slightly. The assistant was wearing a short dress, her hair was now a bob, and she seemed surprised.

The magician led her around the stage and then placed her back in the ring. He repeated the trick, and this time the assistant was wearing a shiny bodysuit and had a short pixie cut. She acted surprised and moved around the stage in her sexy outfit, grabbing her hair again and again. Then she shoved the magician into the ring and did the trick herself. The magician’s tails gave way to tight-fitting shorts that showed off his physique. He was also bare-chested, and his well-defined upper body was on display. The top hat was missing.

The wizard, who was quite the charmer, stepped out of the ring and gave the assistant a kiss before leading her back into the ring. She gave him a grin, and when he pulled the ring up, it fell down again, leaving the assistant standing naked in the ring with her hair gone too.

Bea had already removed her blouse during the magic act, and Timm was still fondling her boobs. Many of the women and some of the men were already undressed. Bea stood in front of Timm and said, “Come on, take all my clothes off. If the women on stage are naked, I want to be too.”

Timm quickly pulled down her skirt and reached for her tights. He couldn’t find any briefs underneath, which made the bulge in his pants bigger. Bea sat down in front of him and whispered in his ear. “I’d rather go without my underwear because it would have chafed my hairless vagina so much.” She felt Timm’s erection against her back. “Maybe we should let it out?”

And so they didn’t notice that the naked, hairless assistant was also removing the magician’s clothes on stage and massaging his dick to a considerable size.

Another assistant came on stage, still in a long dress. The magician stayed in his corner, looking tired, but the naked assistant went over to the other and gave her a long French kiss, while the second tasted the sperm on her head and grinned at her.

The second assistant then stood in the ring, the first pulled it up, and the second stood naked on the stage, though her hair was still the same. She stood in the ring with her legs apart, and the first assistant started rubbing her head, which was still covered in cum, against the second assistant’s pussy. She seemed to really enjoy this, as she gave herself over to her arousal. Bea thought it must feel great to have the naked woman’s head as a dildo. Then the first assistant lifted the ring and gave it to the second. She gave a quick grin and threw it up. When it came down, the second assistant was also completely hair-free and had a loud orgasm shortly afterwards.

The striptease was performed by a young lady who did it really well. She wasn’t too fast, but she also didn’t seem to be holding back. She started by showing off her breasts, then her beautifully shaved pussy, before removing her wig with a jerk to finish. This was a total surprise for Bea. She hadn’t recognized the wig! So a good wig could really cover a bald head. But she was even more surprised that this woman with no hair also looked totally amazing. Did Timm have the same impression? Maybe she’d look better without her hair than with it.

The mere thought of it made her feel aroused again. But before she could ask Timm, the stripper pulled Silvia towards her and helped her remove her remaining clothes. Then she played around with Silvia’s pussy before putting a big double dildo into her pussy. Bea found it really hot and let Timm’s dick slide inside her. He fucked her hard and kept going while the two naked women on the stage played with the dildo. Bea thought about what it would feel like without her hair bouncing. And finally she came together with the two of them on stage.

The audience showed their appreciation with a round of applause. Silvia excused herself for a quick break, and the dim light in the audience grew a little brighter.

Bea got off Timm and took a look around. The couple next door glanced over at them. The four of them, still naked and freshly fucked, got talking, and Timm and Frank went off to get drinks. Bea discovered that Andrea, who had short hair, had long hair just a few hours ago. “Frank cut it short before we came. We’re here for the second time today, and it was a great experience! I think the hairless women look really sexy and exotic. I’d like to try that, too. That’s why I’m now gradually cutting my hair shorter and shorter. Frank doesn’t need to do anything; he’s already completely hair-free. I want to do that too.”

Bea gave a grin. “I really relate to what you’re saying. I often imagine what it would be like to be as hair-free as the women on stage.”

Andrea nodded in agreement and said she felt the same way. She also said she was definitely going to give it a try. “I’ll be hair-free at Christmas. Are you coming back tomorrow?”

Bea thought about it for a moment. “Why not? It’s great fun, and sex during the show is totally awesome.”

Andrea nodded again: “Definitely. You discover your exhibitionist streak here. But maybe you’ll cut your hair a little shorter tomorrow.”

Bea was taken with the idea: “Maybe, if Timm likes it?”

“You can cut it as short as you want. Do you feel the same way? Everyone here on stage looked best without hair.” Andrea nodded: “That’s right, it’s very exotic and much more revealing than with hair. So, Bea, what do you think about making a bet? We’ll meet here again tomorrow. After tomorrow’s performance, we’ll compare the lengths of our hair. The one with the longer hair has to get it cut to match the shorter one.” Bea said yes right away and wondered if she should just let Timm shave her head tomorrow.

But the show went on. Silvia stood naked on stage in just her over-the-knee socks and announced the talk show. Unfortunately, it wasn’t very erotic. The previous performers of the day shared their personal experiences with hairlessness. Bea recognized some of the things about herself, and Timm felt the same way. She found the young stripper’s plea for everyday life amusing: everything is so much easier without hair. Then Silvia announced the ballet.

The dance was better than she had expected. The lady’s jumps were elegant, and her pirouettes were lovely. But during a lifting figure, it became clear that this dance was also about sex. Before the lifting figure, the dancer reached between her legs and opened her body in a subtle but noticeable way. The dancer lifted her up by the hips, then stretched and hovered above him, showing her naked pussy to the audience as she turned. When the dancer let her down, she slipped out of her clothes, but kept her ballet shoes on.

She kept dancing naked, staying close to her dance partner and pulling at his clothes each time. Not long after, she took off his leotard, showing off the dancer’s toned body. Then they did another lifting figure, and at the end, the dancer slid down the dancer’s body and pulled down his pants. The dancer’s dick stood at full attention, and the girl was eager to take it into her mouth for a brief moment.