My Beautiful Barberette
H a i r c u t    S t o r i e s

 ALWAYS  START  ON  THE  RIGHT
Story Written and Contributed by
 Thoth

The Holidays had come to a close, but the festive, blinking lights were still strung around the bar.
"They must have decided to wait until after New Year's to take the decorations down," He thought to himself as he sat, after his long day at the studio, sipping his beer. With the holiday bacchanalia of Christmas parades, and park lighting ceremonies in the past, work was a little slow in his photography studio. Dale Emerson, photographer of a local newspaper, decided a night out was what he needed to shake the tribulations of the workday. Looking around, he noticed all was quiet, albeit for the beautiful lady sitting two stools down from him.
"I think I know her," he thought to himself and began to take notice of her, especially her ultra-short haircut. Managing eye contact, he began the first of what was going to be a pleasant evening that would bring about a spontaneous and sporadic relationship.
"Well, another holiday done," He said, "I'm Dale by the way, I work-"
"In the studio down the street, right?" She asked cutting him off mid-sentence.
"That's it, yes. Those recent pictures of the local Christmas parade? Those were taken by me."
"They're good, you take good pictures. I work in the salon across the street, I'm a hairstylist."
All the while she was talking, he couldn't help but take notice of her voluptuous body. She appeared to be a smart dresser too, as she was wearing a blue and white hounds tooth business type suit with large pearl white buttons encircled in bronze. It was her haircut which he admired the most. Her nape was shaved and tapered, and the top and sides were styled in a feminine but short style, it was her shaved nape that he took more interest in. Dale had an admiration for women who wore their hair short, and shaved napes, he felt were very arousing.
"I'm Alice by the way, Alice Gardener, I live just above the salon in a small apartment. I know it's small but I don't need much, it's just my cat, Delilah and myself."
"I'm a "cat person" myself too. I had to put my cat down last year though."
"That's too bad," She said, sympathetically.
"He lived  for a while, I think he was seventeen I'm not sure, though I know they live longer than dogs."
 The conversation became more interesting as time went on. After ordering another drink, Alice suggested they adjourn to a private booth.
"Good idea, it's time for the road crews and other workers to start coming in. Then the place really gets loud."
In the booth they began to find out more about themselves. He learned that Alice loved moonlit walks on the beach, and she learned that Dale was a poet who had several poems already published. Intimacy soon followed as Alice slid to the side of the booth Dale was sitting in and soon the conversation shifted to what aroused each other.
"I love your haircut." Dale said with a smile, " especially with your nape shaved, it not only looks good on you, I love the texture when I rub my hand over a lady's shaved nape."
"Thanks," She smiled, " I just got it cut the other day, before that it was a chin length bob. My friend who works with me at the salon cut it. I told her I wanted something shorter and as you can see I got what I wished for," She said, laughing. 
He reached up and began to feel her neck, rubbing his hand up and down her nape the way a kid does when he's laying down on a freshly cut lawn. She smiled as he continued to caress her neck softly, and almost had to force herself away from him to procure another round of drinks. While drinking their drinks a slow song began playing from the jukebox.
"Let's dance," She suggested. They danced close together, gazing into each others eyes. He held her waist close to his and she fingered his hair playfully. Before returning to the booth, they ordered another round of drinks.
"Would you like to go back to my apartment for a while after these last drinks?" She asked.
"Sure-"
Before he could go any further, she placed her hand around the back of his neck and kissed him tenderly, the warmth of her tongue sent arousing sensations that heated his soul. Leaving the bar, they hurried across the street to dodge the cold and after some brief digging in her purse, she found her keys and opened the apartment door where they were greeted by Delilah. She rubbed and rubbed Alice's leg until she finally picked her up.
"It's OK now, I'm home," She purred.
Cautiously she approached Dale and deciding he was not a threat, rubbed his leg too, after which she took her place on one of Alice's kitchen chairs.
"That's all she wants is to be picked up and held for a minute or so, after that she won't bother me for the rest of the night until she wants her breakfast," She laughed, "let's see where were we? Oh yes you were admiring my haircut, rather provocatively." "I sure was," He crooned, nuzzling up to her right ear, kissing up and down the right side of her neck.
"I always start from the right and work my way around,
kissing and kissing beneath a moonlit shroud." 
He whispered as he ran his tongue around the perimeter of her ear, kissing every lobe and crevasse of her ear with the tip of his tongue.
"Oooohhhhhhhh mmmmmmmmm, wow you are a poet," She moaned as he began to kiss her nape. Her shorn neck, mixed with the amber light on her ceiling and shadows gave the impression of a field that was first being bathed in sunlight then blanketed by temporary cloud cover. This play of shadow and light was caused whenever she  moved her head in order to savor every kiss and caress of his tongue.  He began on her left ear when she spun around and engaged him in a long, passionate kiss, while walking him over to the couch.
"I want you, ALL of you," She purred as he began to undress her.
"I see looking in your eyes,
spectrums captured in wintry skies," 
He said, removing her skirt, revealing a sensuous body.
"Make love to me, embrace me in rapture," She ecstatically sighed.
The lovemaking was great as they writhed on the large sofa, their limbs enmeshed in a torrid ravenous display. They both fell asleep until the reddish rays of the morning winter sun awoke them from their erotic paradise.
"I would like to see you again," Alice said, in a dreamlike state, running her hands over his back.
"I would like to see you again too. I'm off today, wanna do something or do you have to work?"
"No, I'm off today, I wouldn't have stayed at the bar as long if I did. Let me get up and maybe we can get some breakfast or lunch rather, being it's almost noon, rent a movie and just hang out here for a bit."
"Sounds like a plan I had nothing going on anyway, being the holidays are over, I was planning to take today off anyway."
Great, I can't go out or anything tonight though, I have to work early tomorrow. By the way, you could use a haircut yourself, " She observed, tugging on his hair.
"You're right, I'll come into your shop tomorrow. Do I need an appointment or can I just walk in, I will be finishing up work around five tomorrow will you still be open?"
"We take walk-ins but if you want me to cut your hair, you'll have to make an appointment with me. And yes we're open until seven, I'll be alone after five thirty or so, it's my turn to close the shop."
"I'll make the appointment tomorrow then."
The rest of the day went quietly with a succulent lunch and a little lovemaking before settling on the couch to watch their rented movie. When came time to leave, they exchanged good-byes and French kisses.
"I'll see you tomorrow," Dale said.
"I'll be waiting." She said provocatively, giving Dale a look like she had something in store.
 Five o'clock couldn't come soon enough. The day was a boring day to begin with. Going through old files and pictures and preparing the dreaded taxes added to the doldrums of the day. When he arrived at the salon, the sight of Alice, cutting a client's hair being plainly visible from where he parked, added some rejuvenation to the rest of the night. He entered the salon and took a seat.
"You must be Dale, Alice's next appointment," The receptionist smiled.
"That would be me," He replied, looking around the salon and being glad he made the appointment with Alice. It wasn't that the other hair stylists were poor hairdressers or bad looking for that matter, but he had ardent passions for Alice after last night and the thought of her cutting his hair, dressed in her tight jeans and blouse sent sensations through him. He idly sat back in the waiting area and let his imagination shuffle through different situations of Alice, first washing his hair, whilst he stared upward, admiring her breasts as they moved in rhythm with her massaging hands while she caressed his scalp. The scent of different citrus fruits added to the imaginative ambiance as the shampoo was being lathered into his hair. Thinking of her cutting his hair began to stimulate him further, he could even hear in his mind, the snipping of her scissors which felled his hair like a forest with each snip. The blades slicing-
"Hello?, Wake up!," Alice shouted with excitement in her voice, as she snapped her fingers jokingly at Dale.
"OK, I'm awake now," He smiled, being returned by a seductive smile from Alice, as she led him to the shampooing station.
"Good night, make sure to lock the door," A lady with reddish brown shoulder length hair told Alice as she left.
"No problem, good night."
Dale was soon enveloped in a leopard skin printed cape and as he imagined it, he was being lathered and shampooed with the accompaniment of exotic tropical scents which came alive with every stroke of her hands through his hair. The water temperature was just right and her sweet smile and firm breast began to rekindle his lusts for her.
"I'm going to go ahead and take off too," The receptionist informed her.
"No problem, I promise that when I finish up, I'll clean up and lock up." She answered.
"Good night," She answered as they both exchanged curious smiles that said they knew something Dale didn't. Although these smiles didn't make him feel uncomfortable, he felt something was up. He then thought that Alice had given a slightly edited version of meeting him and she had told them he was the Dale she met when he made the appointment. When she finished she led him a red chair where he sat down.
"Got any plans tonight?" Dale asked, as she was rummaging around her station to find her scissors.
"We could go out and do something, maybe a movie, but if we go to a bar, it's soda for me. I have to work tomorrow too."
"I thought I'd take you to dinner, then go to the bar for a dance and a drink, or soda if you prefer."
"Sounds like a good idea," she agreed while combing his hair, and reaching for her scissors.
She combed his hair, then holding some with her fingers, began to snip around his right ear. Like he imagined, his hair fell like a stand of trees, being leveled, he immediately began to realize the she was about to cut his hair quite a bit shorter than he expected!! His hair dropped into his lap, looking like several small black toothpicks being that his hair was still wet. He looked into the mirror and realized she had cut well above his ear.
"Cutting it a little short aren't you?, I've never had it this short before, my ears have always been covered."
"Well maybe it's time for a change then isn't it?" She answered, smiling and snipping away at his hair, running her fingers through the sections of hair she was about to cut off.
"There's no turning back, I suppose," Dale said, as a small brown glacier was beginning to form in his lap. She then stopped cutting for a second and nuzzled up to his ear, whispering in detail how much she was going to cut off. The soft whispers mixed with the caress of her warm tongue along his ear excited him and fueled his passions to a raging forge. The sound of crinkling plastic from the cape and her seductive whispering into his ear was the ultimate, he soon was asking her to go into detail on how she planned to cut it.
"I'm just going to cut, and cut, and cut until it's nice and short, sweetie," She purred, snipping her scissors by his ears, the sound of steel was now quite loud as his ear was devoid of hair.
"Please," he pleaded, "Just keep cutting, your method of cutting brings me to new heights of passion."
"You can ravage me later Hon, right now it's time for me to snip all this off, like this," she said, giving his hair a last feel before succumbing him to the scissors, chanting "snip, snip, snip," after every snap of the scissors.
The sensation of cold steel and a newer feeling of coldness as his hair was being snipped away was a feeling of both trepidation and lust. Though he was not sure how he would look, he was enjoying every minute of his shearing. Soon the back of the chair was forming a crescent shape around the back and by Alice's feet where his hair was falling. After snipping and cutting around his other ear, she bent down again and began run her tongue over it again with more ardor than before.
"Look in the mirror," she said, "I've cut it really short," her voice was both soft and muffled as she kept  flicking the tip of her tongue over his ear. He looked up, and to his astonishment, his hair was severely hacked off. Cut well above his ears, he could also plainly see it was cut high above his collar too.
"Do you like it?"
"It's a little shorter than I like it but hell, it'll grow I guess."
"I like it, more flesh for me to savor my dear," she answered with a devilish grin," let me get you cleaned up so we can get outta here."
She grabbed her white clippers and cleaned up his nape. The hum of the clippers over his neck and around his ears began to stir his impassioned feelings for Alice. Using a straight razor she scraped along his neck and then removed the cape. He reached up to feel his newly shorn neck and with a little reluctance, he told Alice he liked it. Reminding him that she still had to clean up, she told him it would only take a few minutes and then she could lock up and leave. She disappeared into the back to get a broom, upon her return, he grabbed her, kissed her passionately and they made love on the chair. They made love again that night, after a scrumptious dinner and a night on the town. With her arm draped over his chest and fast asleep, Dale, unable to drift off to sleep yet, realized he may have met the one and only lady whom he could share his life with. He laid awake, staring into the winter moon's cold and watchful eye. He was now content.

 
 
 


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