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When a trip to the Hair Dresser brings the Lesbian in me.

Lesbian Fantasies..

It had been one of these days…  I had just dropped my 13 teen year old for her soccer practice and with my husband’s away on a business trip, I had a little time off for myself.   So I went to the hairdresser, which was a trip long over due.  A new hair style, some pampering, those sounded exactly what this woman needed.

When I arrived at the Salon one my good friend, who’s kid is also friend’s with mine was getting ready to leave and since my stylist wasn’t going to be available right away, we decided to head out for a cup of coffee.  It was fun and relaxing but it also meant that I would not have time to have my hair cut since soccer practice was nearly over.

“Why don’t I pick up your girl and take both of them by to me so that you can have your hair cut?” my friend offered and it seemed a grand idea.

By the time I got back to the salon, it was now empty and close to closing time.  My stylist was there waiting for me and off I went to put my hair in her hands.

During the initial shampoo, the stylist who was a new girl in town kept on “accidentally” brush her hands on my breasts apologizing for it afterwards.  In the beginning, I thought nothing of it but when she continued to do it, I jokingly told her:

“Seems you cannot keep you hands off my boobs there!”

I meant it as a joke and thought she would reply in kind, but I was shocked when she said:

“I must admit your boobs are rather lovely.  Do you mind?”

In life there are things you try to prepare yourself for, and then others that just hit you smack straight in the face, and this was one of these things.

I don’t usually get lost for words, but I didn’t know what to say to her. The truth is, I did not mind it at all.  In fact every time she had touched me, I would waited expectantly until the next time, willing it to happen.

“I don’t really!”  I said, blushing and feeling like a 17 year old teenager.

It was now past closing time, and she excused herself for a few minutes so “she could properly close the shop” and then transferred me to a chair that was hidden behind a column.

I sat there, trembling as she stood behind me and told me to relax.

The next thing I knew, she had taken my bra off and both her hands were on my boobs.

Lightly at first and then with more purpose she built me up to such a state of frenzy that I thought I would come there and there…

But she wasn’t done.   Not yet..

Do you want to learn more about lesbian fantasies?  Do you have some of you own?  Do you wish your wife would be as open about woman to woman sex?

How about giving me a phone call?  We can talk about it.  In fact we can do much more than talk!

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