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            You Always Sleep With Your Hairdresser - Don't You?
                             by Sven the Elder
                        Sven@brass-neck.demon.co.uk


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 heart's 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?"

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The account you have just read contains acts that may not be appropriate
for everyone. In fact, some may be dangerous. The author does not advocate
the practice of these acts and in our times recommends that care be taken
when any sex act is performed. Protect Yourself!

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            You Always Sleep With Your Hairdresser - Don't You?
                             by Sven the Elder
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