A Bisexual Haircut

Her fingers started moving over and around my scalp and then back down again to my shoulders. Pausing where my neck and shoulders meet she pressed me right there.

Then, with her fingertips stretching down well past my collarbones she moved outwards, slowly and softly until she reached the joints. She paused holding them and softly stroking them with her palms. Slowly, agonisingly slowly they moved downwards. Her thumbs were on the insides of my upper arms and her hands were wrapped round them with her fingers on the fronts. As they went downwards so the tops of her thumbs brushed against the sides of my breasts just where they flare out from my chest. I gasped and my body jerked at the feelings that sent through me. I opened my eyes and once more our gazes met. She smiled and mouthed.

"Sorry."

"That's ok," I whispered back to her as she eased her hands back up my arms, again brushing against the sides of my boobs.

I closed my eyes again and gripping the sides of the stool sat there to receive her hands on my neck and head. This trip was just as exciting and exquisite as the earlier ones and I was on tenterhooks as her hands returned to my shoulders. Resting them there with her fingers on the top of my chest, it seemed as though she was rubbing her fingertips in little circles. That was so exciting, that my hormones were going crazy and my arousal level went up by leaps and bounds. It continued increasing as she slid her hands outwards, paused on the joints, squeezed me there and then slid down my arms. This time when they were level with the sides of my boobs, they stopped and without any misunderstanding whatsoever, her thumbs pressed into the softness of each orb just about in the middle of each one. Again my body jerked and I think I may have groaned, but hopefully not out loud.

They remained pressed into the soft sides of boobs for a moment or two before starting their return journey, which of course caused them to rub up each breast until they reached my armpits. That was scarily exhilarating as I liked it rather too much.

Back on my scalp they now made little or no pretence at massaging it, but were, possibly outrageously, caressing it. They did not stay there long, though, and quite soon her thumbs and fingers were sliding down my neck and onto my shoulders. This time when they ran along them, however, they stopped half-way, right where the thin spaghetti straps traversed my shoulders. I felt them being lifted and her thumbs sliding under them. My heart thudded against my rib cage as I felt her pulling the straps towards the shoulder joints. She pulled the straps a little way round them and then let the straps fall against my arms.

Surely now, I thought, there can be no doubt? Surely that is the sign, the message, the request to go further? Surely, I thought, that is the indication that this is sexual?

I watched fascinated as if it was a movie, and I was the star. Her fingers slid down my chest. They stopped just above the neck of the singlet and rubbed me gently. Our eyes seemed to be boring into each other as slowly, millimetre by millimetre almost, her fingertips slid under the singlet and onto the swells of my breasts. They stopped and her eyes looked at me. It seemed to me as if she was hesitant. I was pleased as I did not want to be taken for granted, I did not want her to assume that I was up for anything or that I was an easy pushover, although deep down I knew that I was. Even deeper down I knew full well that I wanted her to go further, to teach me and take me to sexual places where I had not yet been. We held each other's gazes. She raised her eyebrows and smiled. I nodded. Then with no further delay she slid her hands downwards so that her finger slipped into my bra, right onto my breasts and nipples.

My body jumped as if suffering a severe electric shock.

"Oh God Lindsay," I groaned as her fingers dug into each of my boobs.

She pulled me more firmly back against her and the back of my head squashed against her small boob. Her hands were squeezing, cupping, kneading and caressing my tits as she whispered.

"I have dreamed of doing this since the first time I saw you Cat. Is it ok?"

She leaned forward and kissed the top of my head keeping her eyes locked on mine in the mirror. I did not know what to do or say, but then I had not been 'pulled' in quite such a way before.

Nodding I whispered. "Yes," as I watched the hands inside my singlet and bra giving me such wonderful sensations.

Still with her eyes locked to mine and her lips pressed to my scalp, she moved her hands out from my bra. Slowly, but hugely meaningfully she gripped the two thin straps that were just off my shoulders and pushed them down my arms. Almost shaking with nerves and anticipation, I straightened my arms so she could move them past my elbows then lifted them to help her take them off my hands. The stretching of the straps had pulled the neckline of the singlet almost off my left boob and part way down my right so that most of my bra was exposed.

As Lindsay pulled the top so that it slid off each boob and was bunched round my tummy, I had such a mix of feelings. They combined elements of tremendous excitement and anticipation of what was to come with a feeling of guilt at both the unfaithfulness to Richard and the diversion from heterosexual sex. Additionally, there was a degree of embarrassment at sitting in front of her and a mirror just in my bra, yet at the same I felt pleasure at flaunting myself at her. On top of those was the concern that all of this was happening with a girl younger than my daughter!

"Cat you are so gorgeous," she whispered putting her hands on my head and turning it so our faces were close and looking at each other. Her lips parted. I did the same as she prepared to kiss me. It was magical. Soft, gentle, enquiring, considerate and so enormously intimate it was, by some margin the most erotic experience of my life.

The kiss was so intensely romantic and sexually promising that I was hardly aware of Lindsay unclipping my bra until my body and breasts registered the reduction in pressure as, at first it was undone and then removed. All the feelings I had when she had pulled the top down were now intensified. And, of course as she cupped my breasts they became even more intense.

"Come to bed with Cat, let me make love to you," she whispered pulling my hand so that I stood up.

Wordlessly, between us we removed the cushions, throw and bedspread.

"Lay down Cat," she said quietly.

I laid in the middle and watched her kneel on the side of the bed staring at me. Staring at me she took hold of the bottom of the tee shirt and in one slow movement pulled it up her body, over her head and off. Her lovely little tits were bare and perfect.

She lay beside me and put her arms round me. Looking into my eyes she pulled me against her so that her breasts were engulfed by mine and then kissed me again. It was a beautiful kiss and a marvellous embrace, both of which went on for some time. As we kissed, her hands roamed up and down my back sending shudders of excitement through me. She cupped my bottom and slid her fingers into the waistband of my gym pants. They found the bare cheeks of my bottom outside the thong that I was wearing to avoid a visible panty line in the thin material. As she kissed and licked and sucked and gently nibbled my lips and tongue she caressed and squeezed my bottom.

I wanted to touch her more intimately, but was not yet confident to do that. I revelled, though, in her hand finding my breast and stroking that, before bending her head down and licking the tingling flesh. Her mouth found my areola and nipple and sucked them between her lips and teeth. Instinctively, unlike Richard at times, she found precisely the perfect amount of pressure when she sucked and chewed my breasts.

"Be careful Lindsay," I whispered.

"Why, what's the matter?"

"Please don't suck so that you leave marks."

Smiling she said. "What Richard would not like that?"

"Not one bit," I smiled back.

"I will be careful, don't worry."

"Sit up Cat," she said taking hold over the singlet bunched around my waist and without further ceremony pulled it up and over my head in what was yet another hugely erotic moment.

With both of us kneeling in the middle of the bed, we kissed again with me now playing a fuller part in the proceedings. As I got more used to what I was doing, so I relaxed and became a little more confident. I sucked her lips, the top first and then her fuller low one. I licked along and round each one, pressed my tongue against hers, nibbled the tip of it and pushed my tongue deep into her mouth.

Her hands became more adventurous inside my gym pants and on my bottom. They stroked all over it, went slightly between the cheeks and wiggled between my legs a little way. At the same time I was running my hands up and down her smooth, slim back and even slipping my fingers inside the waist of her jeans.

She pushed me backwards until I was lying flat on the bed on my back. She was lying on her front half on me and half on the bed. We were kissing and she was cupping, squeezing and rubbing my breasts. She took the nipple into her mouth and then slid her hand downwards. She stroked the top of my tummy around my navel and slid her fingers slightly inside the white with blue flashes waistband of the gym pants. She took them out almost as quickly as she had slid them in and then ran her hand down the outside of the trousers almost to my pubic mound.

Explosions were now going on in both my mind and body. Up and until this moment, whilst what we had done had been sexual, it had not been extreme, but that is exactly what Lindsay was now asking for; extreme sex, full sex, genital sex. I was enormously aroused and desperately wanted sexual relief. I was excited and pleased, I think, that this wonderful, beautiful young woman wanted me, but was I ready? Could I go further? Could I let her undress me, make me naked and then caress, finger and maybe have oral sex with me? It hit me that she was asking for real grown up girl's stuff and I wondered whether I was up for that or did I just want what had happened all those years ago with those other girls?

Still lightly stroking my tummy outside my gym trousers, but now moving upwards, she kissed me on my mouth. It was a gentle, loving, intimate, but above all else an enquiring kiss. Once more she slid her fingers inside the waistband of the gym pants, this time, though they went further downwards and the tips rested on the top of my thong. She held them there enquiringly and presumably waiting for a sign or an invitation from me. I did not know what to do. I just could not bring myself to do anything overt that said touch me there, but, I was realising, that was precisely what I wanted her to do and what she was asking me to do. She was asking for a yes or no, a can we go further or not? It really was a make my mind up time.

So I did nothing other than kiss her back more firmly, more energetically and more eagerly. If I was unable to yes in words then, at least. I could do that with my kiss.

Lindsay got my message. She received my invitation to go further, she understood what I meant and what I wanted. Slowly, almost tantalisingly so she edged her fingers further down my tummy. They went past the edging on the top of my thong, onto the lace of the thong itself and down and onto firstly, my landing strip of pubic hair and then sensationally right onto my clit. My body jerked as such a thwack of feelings hit me.

Now, more sure of my reactions, she more or less threw caution to the winds. Her fingers snaked inside the thong and finding my wetness they slid along my pussy lips going as far back as she could, then coming to the front to again stimulate my clit. I was in ecstasy as the sensations built up all over my body.

With Lindsay's mouth sucking greedily on one nipple, one hand kneading the flesh of my other breast and her other hand between my legs rubbing and pressing me, I started to cum. She recognised the signs immediately and with no further ado she pushed her fingers up my pussy and used them as surrogate cock to finger fuck me to a wonderfully strong orgasm.

We lay there in each other's arms for some time as she helped me 'come down' from the emotional peak of the climax she had just given me. As that happened, she stroked me, planted little kisses on my face and shoulders and cuddled me to her.

"You were wonderful Cat, was it for you?"

"Yes Lindsay it was, thank you."

"Don't be silly thanking me," she laughed adding. "Making love to a body like yours doesn't need thanks, if anything I should be thanking you and I do," she said kissing me full on my lips. As she did that, she took hold of my hand and placed it on her breast. It felt lovely. It was as if it was something I did every day, not something that I had never done before.

Making love to her breasts came naturally.

I cupped and caressed them and rubbed and squeezed them before plucking up the courage to do what my female intuition and experience told me to do. Sucking her areola and nipple was a seriously erotic experience.

"Let me take them off Cat," Lindsay whispered pulling on the waist of my gym pants.

This was, I realised, pee or get off the pot time. Was I up for 'going all the way' with this young woman? Did I want to share full lesbian experiences with her? Or was she asking me to go a step too far? Even as these questions were going through my mind I was answering them for I found myself lifting my bottom up so that she could pull them down, which she did along with my thong. I was naked in front of my young lover.

"You are beautiful Cat," she whispered as, kneeling beside me, she undid her belt and zip and casually almost pushed her jeans down. She was not wearing underwear and she was shaved.

Shuffling a little closer she took my hand and croaked. "Touch me Cat."

Tentatively, yet with an underlying eagerness, I ran my fingertips across her bare mound. Other than on the few occasions when I had used Internet porn to assist me masturbate, I had never seen a bald mons before; I was not sure whether I preferred that to my neat landing strip.

As my fingers, as good as involuntarily slid along Lindsay's pussy lips the thing that struck me as being most significant was how warm was her wetness. Oddly, of all the times I had done that to myself that had not struck me before.

"Yes Cat, yes," Lindsay groaned pushing her stomach forward.

"What?"

"Fuck me Cat, finger fuck me."

I felt strong, powerful, controlling and yes, I suppose, dominant as well as two of my fingers slid up Lindsay and immediately she started to cum. She wrapped her arms round my neck and pressed her tits against my face as I, without even thinking, started to use my fingers as a surrogate cock. It was an awesome experience to give her an orgasm.

The afternoon and evening went on and on. Gradually we got round to doing all the things I had seen two women do together when I had reluctantly at first, but then more avidly watched lesbian porn.

We rubbed our nipples and breasts together with my larger orbs engulfing hers.

She went down on me licking and at the same time finger fucking me to a truly massive orgasm.

Tentatively, I returned the oral sex and was so thrilled when she gripped my head and nearly screamed her way to a lovely climax.

We finished with one of her legs under my bottom, tribbing so that our clits and pussies rubbed together.

Leaving at after eight o'clock we kissed deeply by the front door agreeing that we would do it again soon.

Hair appointments have not been the same since that amazing afternoon.