A Wife's Indulgence

from the home of WannabeGinger

(10)

        

We're into the days subsequent to my plan's initial phase – my plan to get my husband to enjoy the feminine side of his character. So much had happened in the first three or four days that I knew then that we had to take a breather and maybe slow down. If the behaviours and enjoyments we had reached were to become a regular part of our lives – as I hoped they would – then a "slow, slow" before another "quick, quick, slow" phase was in order. So, I had to create the right atmosphere. It began the next morning…….

The rest of the first week

We awoke the following day with my husband still dressed in his/my undies and with his make-up and hair still – as far as possible after a night's sleep – still girly. We both awoke together but I had already planned how this morning would be….. He needed to be a boy again, just for a while.

"Up you get – you can shower first…." I began. "A fresh start, my lover. Shampoo that hair, cleanse you face and get yourself dressed, big boy style please."

"OK, hon, you're right. That would be good."

No make-up, no hair styled, no knickers – let him feel good about himself as a guy today….. Let's do usual things, I'd tell him. We would save any 'playtime' until later - or maybe even tomorrow. I'd judge things as we went along. I kept with me the image of him as he removed his female underwear and went into the bathroom to shower. As I looked at his disappearing torso, his hair 'big' from last night, it was a girl as much as a guy going in there. It would be the guy in him coming out again in a few minutes.

I'd spend the day in gorgeous femininity at work and then return refreshed.

He needed to be organized again though. He had work to do at his home-office desk, I knew that. However, I needed to keep him in touch with his 'herself'……. He didn't know yet, but….. I'd send him on a (first) shopping trip on his own……. As a guy, I'd planned to send him to the local department store to buy a lipstick. Just one. (He would be sent back to buy other things there in the coming days but wasn't to know that today. He was to get to know the cosmetics counters well over a few days…… and the girls there would get to know him.)

He'd grow to like that, I was sure. I would insist that he told me all about each trip when I got home each evening. In minute detail…. Who said what; how he felt; how he made his choices.

"Hurry up, darling." I called – I had to shower and get ready for work. It was a busy day at the salon that I couldn't be late for. Miss your first appointment and they all get behind from the start. There was a regular client in first thing who had a complicated colour job to be done as well as a cut – big business for the salon and, in any case, a woman whose hair I enjoyed working with.

"Be done in a minute!" came his reply. And soon enough, there he was, wrapped in a towel, his hair all wild and natural, his face devoid of make-up. The only give-away to our days of role-play was the nail polish on his fingers and toes. "You can't even get away with that…." I said, pointing to the offending items. "Remover pads at the ready!".

He was done with that by the time I returned from the shower, I too now wrapped in a towel with my hair all wild and no make-up…… The only difference between appeared between the folds of his towel! Yum, yum! I thought………….. And I knelt down in front of him!

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Soon after, over breakfast, his instructions were given. Just a little project to keep his mind on the idea…… but keep his body denied the outlet of dressing.

"Sometime today, anytime you feel like a walk to the shopping centre, I want you to go shopping. We have to get you some things for yourself and there's no reason not to start today. We'll do it slowly, one article at a time……. So, today, you're to go to M&S. Easy to find, you've been there lots of times. But you've not been to Women's Lingerie. So go there and find it – it's on the first floor, hidden away a little, so it's very discrete."

"What am I looking for?", he asked quietly, his face betraying his thoughts. "What's she expecting me to do…. try things on???!" Now, whether he wanted to or not, that was a bridge too far, for now!

"You're looking for knickers, plain and simple… or rather not… rather more as pretty as you can possibly imagine…. I'm talking lace… lots of lace…… and maybe ribbons and bows. You'll find lots on different cuts and styles. There'll be high leg ones, French-style ones, and bikini ones, and ……thongs … but don't even go there! You have to choose one pair….. no more… just one….. that you fancy. You might like to check out if they have matching bras… but don't buy one of those today… just check they've got them to match… because I've got an idea that you'll need one someday quite soon!"

"I like the sound of doing this… I really do…… but won't the salespeople think I'm odd…..?

"Well, I guess they won't because you are!!" I replied, teasing him mercilessly. "No, no, they get guys in there buying knickers every day, I'm sure. And it's not as though you need to ask for help. You just need to know your size…. your size as a woman."

"Well, what size am I???" he said searchingly.

"I doubt you'll want to ask them, eh?" I teased again. "You'll be an English size 16 or 18… and I've no idea of what that is in European measurements."

"And you're a 14, are you?" he asked almost too casually……..

"Yes, but why do you ask?" I said, feigning surprise but knowing it meant he was trying to judge his size – in my knickers – against his own.

"Oh, nothing, no reason…." he said, unconvincingly. I let it rest. He would have to work it out for himself and if that meant trying my undies on again, well, so be it.

"Is that all? All I'm supposed to buy?" he asked as if disappointed.

"Yes, for today, that's all you get!" I flirted with him and left the house for the day.

On the drive to work, I reflected on how fast to push the process. The next few days should be gentle….. little steps at a time…. no great surprises. No causes for alarm. No shocks to the system but gentle securing of the steps we'd already taken, "him/her" and me. That's why he was to buy only one pair of knickers on this first visit to M&S.

As soon as I arrived at the salon, I was immersed in the needs of that first quite demanding but interesting client's hair. Mid-50s lady, tall and elegant, carried herself well. Always well dressed – spent a fortune on her clothes. Always immaculately made-up. Perfect nails, Probably very good at sex. Crowned her image with a sandy, beige blonde bob.

I mused over something he had said a day or two ago while I was applying her colour…… "Could we do something with the colour (of his own hair)?" he'd asked…….. and I'd suggested something not very permanent – maybe some jazzy temporary rinse…. hhmmmm.. I thought about that……. Maybe next week? Maybe. Hair's his fetish, after all. Maybe the same for both of us?

The day was enjoyable – lots of variety, lots of different clients, all wanting something different. Some new clients, again wanting new treatments. That's what I love about my job…… and what I'm beginning to like in my hubby!

Mid-afternoon gave a break in my appointments book. I thought I'd give him a call. Maybe tease him some more – in a nice way. The phone rang and rang at home. No reply. Good! That meant he was out and maybe I'd find him in M&S searching for a pair of sexy knickers. Maybe he would even be checking his preferred purchase against the bra selection… there had to be a match!

"Hi, I can't get to the phone so please leave a message." said his voice-mail. What to say? Pausing for a second, I teased him anyway: "I doooo hope you've found what you're looking for honey, and I dooooo look forward to seeing you wearing them tonight!. Love you!" That would make him smile, I hoped. My pussy was wet just at the thought of my home-coming, remembering the way I'd left him this morning, towel hanging open, cock smothered in lipstick after the blow-job I'd just given him. Ok, so his cock hadn't been huge but I'd milked him just the same. The taste of his cum came flooding back. Yummmmm!

My last client was,, I knew, one of the few outright lesbians who came to the salon. She was a beauty and revelled in the way she looked. She flirted with all the stylists, me included, and today was no different.

"Not changed your mind over my offer last time I was here?? It's still open. Your place or mine…. You can do what you like with me so long as I get to do the same to you. You can read me poetry before we fuck eachother if you like." And she meant it! (She knew my love of poetry…….)

She went on… "You can choose the colour for my hair this time, darling – make me red if you feel submissive, make me blonde if you fancy being on top, and make me black – blue black – if you want me in the dark."

It was unreal. She'd asked once before. Hairdressers do have the oddest conversations on the quiet with their clients – and I've had a few – but she was a first!

For once I was tempted……………. (and she went home blue-black!) The rest of the day passed uneventfully…..

Home-coming was a more low-key affair than the day before – it could hardly be otherwise. He greeted me at the door and hugged me round the waist as my hands reached for his neck - very much a boy – girl clinch. I was delighted to taste lipstick on his lips – he'd obviously found a "birthday suit" coloured stick in my selection on the dressing table. Tasty! Otherwise, he was all boy tonight…. except, of course for the hidden delight he'd have bough, as I instructed.

We kissed for a long time, our tongues exploring. I licked all around the outline of his upper and lower lips, tracing the cupid's bow shape he'd fashioned above and the full sumptuous curve below. No husband I knew would greet his wife this way….. the little counted for a lot. He'd been thinking 'sex' almost all the day I reckoned.

"You look wonderful…." he began, "… I've soooo been looking forward to you coming home and I've had a great day…. I've got lots of work done and that gave me time to go to M&S like you said I should……. Oh, boy, that was an experience……. It wouldn't be for you maybe but, well, there was no need to go to the men's department. It's a boring in there….. I headed straight for the women's area like you said…. the lingerie was over at the back. I had to walk through some delightful clothes to get there – some you'd look really good in. I kinda got 'shopping' in my system if you know what I mean………"

"You look wonderful too, my honey…… Why don't you put on some more lipstick – 'cos it's all gone – and let's talk more about eachother's day….. I can't wait!" I wanted to savour these moments. He was quite so excited it was amazing. Enjoy shopping??? A guy?!

He made tea as I sat in the lounge, busily attending to things in the kitchen.

"Did you wear lipstick all day?" I asked, half expecting that he had – but hoping that it had just been for my home-coming. "No, darling, you didn't suggest it, so I resisted the temptation."

There! Sharing… that was what I wanted!

"You beauty!" I exclaimed. "….Quick, do as I say – loads more!!!! … Oh, and I'd prefer you with colour this time!"

he reached into his pocket and produced one of my slim Christian Dior lipsticks and went to the little mirror by the door. His manner showed me that he had been practising with this moment in mind. He made the shape of his lips exquisite. I was beginning to like this!

"Mmmwwahhhh!!" he mouthed, as he blew me a kiss, theatrically.

Tea first, then talk……. I wanted to know all about his day. "Tell me how it felt going in to the M&S store, knowing what you were there for… let's begin there." I asked.

He was off! On a diary……. "Oh, no, it began before that – when I left here, I had a really warm feeling inside… as if everyone who I passed knew where I was going. One or two smiled "hello" and I took that to mean 'we know where you're going!' Bet they didn't though! But then again, I'm sure my heart beat faster because of it. M&S has lots to offer – why can't men get the same amount of choice in the clothes they wear… Anyway, you were right. I found the things I was looking for under the eagle eye of a Sales Supervisor who seemed to notice me as soon as I got in there…… She didn't say anything for a while, as I was looking….."

He went on, hardly pausing for breath. "…….The important thing you said was to look for a matching set of bra and knickers - well, there were some where they were together….. with suspenders too…… and some where you had to look in separate aisles. I think she thought I'd been there long enough when she came over and asked if she could 'help with anything'."

He was clearly excited just telling me about something so everyday and ordinary….. Excited!

"I said no thanks…. well, I could hardly ask her to measure me as a 16 or an 18 could I? Anyway, I'd already decided I was a 16 and to risk them being a bit tight. So it was obviously time to make the choice………. And so I got these…", he said as he unzipped his chinos and allowed them to fall. Stepping out of them, he said…. "D'ya like them, honey?"

I loved them… and told him so! I pulled him down on to the sofa and kissed him again.

"You're such a cutie! They're just right……… You're going to enjoy things to go with them. We'll get you a shopping list – today was just a taster. The next thing I want you to do, tomorrow, is to go back and find that same woman and ask her for help… in choosing the bra to go with these lovely knickers……. and to choose another set…. another bra and some more panties. There's no doubt she'll be pleased to help you."

Reassuringly, I was telling him it was OK to go out on his own and buy feminine things.

"But what size bra should I buy? I've no idea…….. I know what size you wear but… but your tits are much bigger than mine! I'm not growing tits…….."

The spectre of changing his body shape clearly was a sudden revelation and it bothered him…. More reassurance needed.

"No, honey, no, no , no…… Well, we can measure you here and that will be fine…… and no, you're not growing tits. (yet? I wondered.) I can tell you exactly the size you need…… but then, there is a belief that 70% of all women are wearing the wrong bra size, or 'cup' size….. and you should really start off in the right size. (Wait for it, I thought, deep breath…..) The best thing would be to ask the woman you met to measure you. I'd guess a 38A."

(There, I'd said it… risking him 'sharing' the experience with another woman…. but the enhancement of the fantasy carried me away, I well remember).

His face flushed red and I went on….

"You can choose a really quiet time in the store… like very first thing in the morning…. and you can invent a reason…….. the classic one being 'a dare or a bet that you've lost' or a fancy dress party that you're going to……. She'd understand……."

She'll understand all right……. She'll understand that you're very nervous about cross-dressing but she won't be shocked, I thought to myself. You won't be the first and you won't be the last that she's seen.

"….. and while you're there, have a look at the corsetry racks…. you'll find things called 'body shapers' that a nice tight lycra body wear – cover you from tits to pussy. Just look!"

His face was a study……. Was I really telling him to do this? Should he really approach a total stranger and ask her to measure him up…. for a bra!? He was torn between wild excitement and total embarrassment……. between 'should I?' and 'shouldn't I'? He remained speechless for some time…. I remember it as well as if it were yesterday.

(He subsequently confessed that he'd thought about asking the woman for 'help' himself when he left her the first time….. It was a temptation. He hadn't thought about how to explain or excuse the need to be measured for a bra… he would just have, well, said that's what he needed. He knew she would have guessed what was behind it. She had been so friendly, he didn't really care. His dilemma over my suggestion was whether he should admit to me how much it excited him!)

I had planned to suggest that he go further in his shopping trip tomorrow – and visit the department store's cosmetics counters – but I thought again, enough was enough on that day. How wonderful that he would be going back to buy much more intimate female clothes tomorrow. Our secret – to share with eachother.

For the rest of today, though, he would be all boy. I wanted fucking tonight and I meant for him to know it….. whether it was him, or the fucker we share, or both…. I was hot for it. I resisted the urge to take him there and then. A martini seemed like a good suggestion!

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The morning after was like the others recently, except that he wore no undies, no make-up and his hair was boy-style today. Nevertheless, we were both feeling very sexy and a follow-up to "last night" was very much on both our minds – gently, lazy, hazy fondling and petting eachother. His tongue was in good form that morning. I was able to cum, and cum again, as the waves of pleasure flowed over me. We finished with my giving a good old fashioned blow job to "my man".

My man who was going shopping again today.

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"You were right. Bra size 38A cup – was what she told me I needed." He began his description of his day the following afternoon. We settled down to exchange our news, like before, but my day at the salon hadn't been notable in any way. My mind had been 'elsewhere' of course.

"She came over to me after I'd been there a little while, examining the bras this time. "Forgotten something?", she asked me……. as if she knew the answer….. I was prepared for that or some-thing like that… ", he claimed! "….. and so I said she was right, I needed a bra to go with the knickers I'd bought yesterday. I'd planned to say they were a present for my wife and I forgot the top half!….And that I wanted another set. …but half-way through I thought why lie? Because she'd be shocked? I don't think so! She didn't strike me as the type who'd be shocked by anything …… so I just said "yes, a bra to go with the knickers – these ones – and maybe another set, too."

So, he'd done it… no excuse or explanation………

"So, what did she say to that?" I asked. It could have gone two ways… she might have said "fine, here you are… " and left him alone, ……..or she might have said "fine, do you need help?" A lot rested on this, or rather which, question.

She did the latter…... asked him if he needed help. Now that could have been in the choice of style, or it could have been in the sizing.

She chose the latter.

He continued…. "she asked me…… "What size do you, er.. she paused, …..does the lady need?"

WOW – make your mind up time! We both thought.. "This was IT!"

……. and he went on obliviously…….

"…..So I said, well, my wife says a 38A but that this should be checked……. and d'you know what? … the crafty cow made me come clean….. she said 'Well, where is your wife?", probably thinking that you didn't even exist and I'd made up being married ….. So I bare-faced it…. I said "Oh, it's not for her, it's for me."

Brilliant. He'd 'come out' to a complete stranger. It was all part of his admission to himself that he was, indeed, is, a cross-dresser and, now, doesn't mind people knowing. He later admitted to me that this was one of so many critical moments but one he looks back on with special pride.

"Well done, I'm proud of you. You must tell me a bit about her and how she handled the revelation, …well done….!" I hugged him and let my hand stray towards the satin of the knickers that were now within my reach.

"It was so scary…… before I knew it, she was saying "Come this way" and marching off to the fitting room,, smiling at me over her shoulder. There was no other customer near us so I felt kinda safe not being threatened…… if she'd had other customers, I guess this would never have happened. And d'you know, she treated me just as if it was you standing there… but all the time I felt that she was really understanding… you know, wanting to make it easy for me… in fact, to help live out my fantasy – which she clearly knew we had entered…… "Slip off your top…" she told me, "..is this your first fitting?" she went on……. And so it was. She put her measuring tape around my chest, both below where my tits would be and right across the nipples and then she measured something across my back, letting me face the mirror and see her attending to me…. You know, I think I was falling in love! She was soooo kind. She told me to slip my top back on and then said I should look for 38A bras….. and probably an 18 in panties next time. I just wanted to hug her!"

"Good job you didn't!" I exclaimed…… ".. but you've found someone you can go back to, which is nice. I doubt she'll forget you. What was she like? – I want to know so I recognize her when I'm in there next time."

He thought for a moment and said "Well, she's blonde – that lovely beige colour with some light and some darker part, all quite highly styled with curls you can see are separated. She's tall, about 5ft 10, and well, shall I say, she'd more a size 20 than a 12! About 45, nice legs……

"Enough!……" I said. He really had fallen in love! "Well, she's done you proud. So off you went to select your purchases?"

"Indeed, she didn't follow but she did say "see you soon, I hope". So, I hope so too!" "Love!"

I thought that his day as a boy had been the right thing to do and I was right. He had woken as a guy, and we had screwed as boy and girl. He had gone out as a guy and he had bought female underwear as a guy. Excellent. He remained in 'boy' persona.

"So, you now have two bras and two pairs of matching knickers?" I asked. "Indeed, I do.", was his reply. "I'll show you them later."

My decision to leave it at that tonight was also right. I had quite intentionally slipped a phial of temporary hair colour into my bag as I left the salon. I thought that it might be nice to play with his suggestion that we "do something about the colour" of his hair. But he'd indulged my fantasy in spades today – better than I could have hoped or planned for. This was working! Not too fast, again I told myself.

We spent the evening relaxing and, for the first time in a while, not gagging for sex. There was all the time in the world for that! Boy and girl…… albeit boy-in-knickers. Bedtime was wonderful. A pantomime almost. He made a show of opening his parcels and putting on his new purchases. Beautifully done. He was really enjoying himself and I loved watching….. I kinda appreciated, for the very first time, how guys get a kick out of striptease….. That was what it was…. unstrip ------- tease!

Needless to say, the teasing worked well, for both of us!

And then. again, we slept.

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I had more in store for his next excursion but decided that today would be a rest day……. He could dress if he wished but nothing new to push the boundaries. That could wait until tomorrow.

My plan didn't require a total transformation at all, nor an immediate one. I wanted to make us enjoy subtle (subtle!!??) changes on a gradual basis……… What had happened so far was more than expected…… Maybe I myself was getting a little concerned……… Now, he seemed to be" in the driving seat"… but then again, no he wasn't –

I had put him through the trips to M&S. I had determined that it was knickers only first time and bras and knickers next. It was me that suggested the "help" he should ask for.

No, I was in control.

As we sat over breakfast coffees, I casually said "Be a boy again today?" and his response was immediate: "Oh, I think so… a girl can have too much of a good thing!" He had work to do that would take him out, he explained, and he wouldn't be back until after my usual arrival time.

"Well, you could always wear those lovely undies, darling." I suggested.

"Mmmmmm, I was hoping you'd say that. That'll be enough just for today though." He replied with a smile and a suggestive look that meant tomorrow would be different.

My husband's falling into the role he was beginning to play; the coquettish girl/boy; when the opportunity arose, was encouraging.

He was clearly loving the way we sparred with eachother in little moments like these. Maybe tomorrow would be a good time to move things along. He knew nothing of my next suggestion.

I have asked him to remember the time, in that first week or so, and what his feelings were. He's offered the following comments to clarify just how willing he was at this stage to go on with the process of building his female alter ego……

It's too long ago to remember in detail – at least three years now – but that was a time when I was going through a lot of changes and some of them were welcome, some were not. When my wife took the first steps, suggesting such mild fantasy play, I was really ready for a little escapism. It probably helped that my college days had brought me quite a lot of experience in girls' clothes and hair & beauty. Those had been totally absorbing for several weeks and, while I was still living at home, something to keep secret from parents and share with friends. The girlfriends I shared the hairdressing competition with were stunning – they were all very focussed, as I was, on helping a friend to get practice in her job and, later, to help her win a novices' competition. That I'd spent hours as a girl at the time, and really loved the way I was treated as one of the group, meant that now, in my twenties, my wife's suggestions found me very susceptible to CD playing!

I was ready for it – though I'd never have suggested anything to my wife like dressing in her clothes, or using her make-up, or having her style my hair. She started it – and to this day, I'm still thankful she did. She's the love of my life and, now I can respond to her in two ways, she can feel able to play two roles herself. "Andro-her" comes out much less often than WannabeGinger, i.e. me, but she/he's very welcome when she/he does. We have found a wonderful way to indulge both our fantasies. It's not been without its set-backs and losses of confidence (mainly on my part) but it means I'm able to be a girl some days as well as living as a guy. There is a heaven… really!

There, a little interlude between my writings that may give a picture of where we are today. Now, back to how we got here……

So, he went off to his business meeting that day, dressed in his undies but, to the world, a guy in a business suit. The bra and panties were his secret. A secret that only I shared. Heaven.

This was a Friday – the end of the week. Playtime could follow; uninterrupted for three nights and two days. How would I make the most of that? I spent most of Friday planning the details. I knew overall that I wanted us to have sex as often as we could, in as many guises as we could.

He would be she. He would be he. I would be she. I would be he.

He would be going tomorrow to the department store to get some lipstick. Maybe Sunday, he would be going again, this time to buy some more cosmetics. I had the hair colour from the salon. Maybe tonight we could play with that. He had asked, after all! I said "jazzy" and I meant it – this was a purple/burgundy shade. Maybe I could take home some paint-on silver for a 'flash' to go with it, around his temples…… where I would set his kiss-curls …….. Lovely ideas!

As I stood with my clients, my thoughts made me wet around the pussy. How delightful! What was he thinking, I wondered.

Friday night home-coming was strange for me… He wasn't there. I hadn't heard from him during the day either. I was longing to see him – and begin to make him "her" again. There were plans to put into place……

Having made sure there were martinis in the fridge, I went to the bedroom. His fresh underwear came to hand and I laid it on the bed, together with my peach satin dressing gown. I would give him that to have for himself from tonight onwards. He could even come with me to buy a replacement at the same department store. Maybe I'd watch him from a distance as he went to the cosmetics counter and asked for help. I laid "our" cosmetics on the dressing table.

I found the fucker that we both loved so much…. the dildo that would fill me up later. Hell, why not have a little pleasure first, before he returns?! So, I did. There, alone on the bed, I writhed and wriggled with delight as the fucker went in and out. I took it out and sucked it well. Joy!

Nothing yet done with my own appearance, I was surprised when I heard his car arrive on the drive. Got to get ready! I ran to the bathroom and into the shower.

There was something natural about the way my hair stayed as it was at the end of the shower – slicked against my head as before. I carefully applied styling mousse to make it stay like that.

"Had a good day??? I'm just in the shower." I called when he came in downstairs.

"Brilliant! Fancy a martini?!", he replied.

What to wear? He was still in his business suit……I went into my little dressing room.

"Come and get changed first!" I implored him – I wanted him out of the man's things… now!

"OK, it's been a hot one, so I need a change.", he agreed. He'd find the clothes on the bed!

He climbed the stairs and came into the bedroom…. "Wow! No secret what you have in mind!", he exclaimed, with a sudden excitement in his voice.

"Exactly! You have three minutes to shower and change." I teased. Enough time for me to choose what I should wear tonight. If he was to be in a dressing gown and underwear all evening, should I be in male drag to reflect his looks? Why not – there's a first time for everything, I thought.

A wave of nerves came over me, standing in our dressing room…………. – was this another step – and one too far? Uncertainty swept over me for a milli-second as I looked in the mirror. it would be right with ultra-glam make-up…….. surely. A wolf in sheep's clothing?

He was finishing his shower as I fastened the hipster jeans and the CK shirt. It was tight across my tits but that would only serve to confound the image. I slipped on a pair of his, very male, shoes. (Pity he wasn't my size in shoes, I thought…. we'll have to take care of that soon).

His footsteps from the bath we quiet and I turned to see him, wrapped in the bath sheet, standing at the doorway of the dressing room. His hair was wet and wild.

"Well, helloooooo………", he whistled quietly.

He saw a woman --------- alllll woman -------- wearing his clothes with her perfect make-up and sleek hair, beckoning him to come for a kiss.

My lipstick was messed in a minute… but it was then all over him…. 'him' as he soon wouldn't be.

"You look stunning.!", he said appreciatively.

"So do you, honey, even before I've got my hands on you!", I replied.

Ohhh, did I have plans!

"Keep the towel on, leave the undies for now, and bring this to bed….", I said, handing him the fucker that I had played with before his arrival.

"With pleasure.", he beamed in agreement.

No knickers, no bra, no make-up, no hairstyling…. just him as he was made…….. What better way to start an evening of making love?

*************

Later, after two more martinis, I suggested that he got dressed – which he did – before I made the most of his hair. He was more than willing.

He wasn't prepared for the revelation that came next. Sitting him at the mirror in the bathroom,

I said: "Colour by Schwarzkopf………. you asked if we could…. I say we can!", holding the phial of colour up for his inspection.

"It's the colour of your favourite wine – shiraz, my darling … a deep burgundy purple…… You'll look absolutely stunning! It'll condition your hair as well, making it easier to set on the rollers. Don't fret – it doesn't last….. well, very long……. well, three washes perhaps……. you can handle that, can't you? It's a very fashionable colour…… lots of girls are asking for this at the salon……."

Silence.

"I chose this one because I think it'll suit you really perfectly…… You can choose other colours another time if you like…. I can bring the colour chart and swatches home with me if you like…. Or you can look at them when you next come to pick me up at the salon. In fact, I could do it for you one night at the salon. That could be fun. A real girly experience – for both of us!"

Silence. A stunned look. Was I serious? Well, I was, but his look made me wonder……..

"Oh, yes please, darling……… You know that hair is my "thing" and I can't wait to have you play with mine…….. I'd love to come to the salon - I'd love to become a regular client – and have you work your magic. By all means, let's try this colour. It sounds wonderful, but please can I come to the salon before long……….. Nobody there knows me so I could be a complete stranger for you to take on. You just tell me when my hair's long enough for you to do your best work on."

His words flowed like a river – impossible to stop.

So, I took the step of adding a little more moisture to his hair – it was partly dry. I stood behind him, both of us looking in the mirror as I parted his hair left and right, combing the colour through thoroughly over four or five minutes. By then end of this time, it was ready for rinsing – too long and the colour would become excessive.

I sent him to the bathroom to rinse the colour away and, as I stood there in his tight shirt, jeans and shoes, I thought "not a bad looking guy, I'd like him to fuck me sometime." Narcissism, eh?

I arranged the rollers and pins across the dressing table, and set the silver colour that would adorn his kiss-curls as the final surprise.

He returned, asking only "Are your tits comfortable in there….. Can I play with them later?"

Cheeky!!!

The rollers went into his hair with ease, the conditioner in the colour adding body. The style that came to my mind was a variation of the previous one – with its crown moved much further forward. There would be a fringe and a whole body of hair going back from his face. The silver would be painted on to the fringe and the kiss curls at the sides. I would back-comb the top to form a small bouffant and make as much as I could of the hair to the nape of his neck. That was where we have to grow its length.

Beautiful! I dried it with a hand-dryer, to make it much quicker. He appeared to think it was all over when I combed-through the rolls of hair once they were freed from the tightness of the rollers.

I was conscious that his breathing was quite shallow. The towel hid whatever he was feeling between his legs.

"Bouffant. Beautiful……" I whispered, and went on….. "But not enough….. I have extra colour for your lovely kiss-curls…….Silver streaks!"

His breathing quickened and he closed his eyes. I had lost him. He was about to cum. I had to be quick so threw myself around his chair and into his lap. Too late, he had cum, uncontrollably. Jut from the thought and the talk about what I was doing. Wow! He was loving this. My own pussy was wetter than ever now and I couldn't resist the touch….. the featherlight touch….. so I loosened the jeans and let them fall. My hand slid inside and I too had a wonderful orgasm….. Right there and then, as we shared the experience.

 

Stay with me, dear Reader, for the rest of Friday night and recollections of his first (and second) visits to the cosmetics counter that weekend.

Back on the roller-coaster too!……………………………. look out for Chapter 11!

  

  

  

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