Accidental barber 3

I swore under my breath, realizing that I had left the razor behind. I went back to Padmaja’s house and knocked on the door. It was opened by Rekha. “Hi!” she gave me an enthusiastic smile. “Uh… I forgot my razor.” “Come on in…” I walked into the living room and saw the razor lying on the dining table where I had left it. I went to pick it up. “Um… Vicky, do you have a few minutes? I want to talk to you.” “Where’s auntie? and your mom?” “They’ve gone out. They’ll be back in a couple of hours. Can you please sit with me for a few minutes? I want to talk to you.” “Sure… What do you want to talk about?” I slipped my razor into my pocket “I think you shaved my aunt four years ago, right?” “Yes. That was the first time I ever shaved anyone.” “Yeah, I heard my mom talking to her about it. I felt it was interesting that she got shaved at home.” I shrugged, not having anything to add to that. “You know, my mom has been after me to get my head shaved for quite some time now.” “Really?” “Yeah. But the thing is I love my hair a lot. It’s a prize I want to give to a barber who deserves it. And I would like the first experience to be memorable.” “Memorable… as in?” “Well, anything would make for a better memory than a two minute instant shave. With a rough barber. I’ve seen the shaves.” “I understand how you feel, but why are you telling me this?” She hesitated for a moment. For an instant I felt the same way I had when Padmaja was about to spring her request for a head shave on me. “Well… I loved the way you handled both their hair. I am still not sure if I want my head shaved, but I would like to try something… if you have time.” “What do you have in mind?” “You know the position in which both of them sat before you?” “Yeah” “Can you shave the back of my neck in that position? I want to know how it feels like.” “Just the back of your neck? What will your mom say?” “She won’t care. If anything, she’ll ask you why you didn’t shave all of it.” “Well, I guess I can do it for you.” “Awesome! I’ll get some water…” As she went to the bathroom, I looked around. I could still see their braids on the dining table and some locks of hair still lying on the floor from their shaves. Most of the hair had been swept into a corner. I could see a rather large pile. Rekha came back with a mug of water and sat down facing the stool; the same way her mom had sat. She put the water on the floor beside her. “Come on, Vicky, I am ready.” I sat down on the stool and she leaned forward a bit. Holding her by her thick, messy bun, I pulled her head forward. She scooted forward, closer than either her mom or aunt, and kept her head bent. Her head was right against my thighs. I adjusted her head a bit trying to get a good angle. Instead she moved forward all the way, rising up on her knees, and ended up face down against my crotch. I had an instant hard-on. I froze momentarily not having expected this. Collecting my straying thoughts, I dipped my hand into the warm water and started to wet the back of her neck and behind her ears. As I firmly massaged the water into her neck, I swore I could feel her squirm a little. There may have been a small moan. Once I was done getting her neck wet, I moved her bun out of the way and pulled up all the strands of loose hair. She seemed to realize that I was ready to shave her, and re-positioned herself. I could feel her pressing harder into my crotch. Taking deep breath, I started to shave the back of her neck. I started at her shoulders and slowly scraped my way up to her hair line. Slow careful strokes removing the fuzzy hair on her neck, and the short curls that grew below the hairline. Curls that would refuse to get combed into whatever she was trying to do with her hair. Curls that made the back of her neck look like an overgrown garden. I carefully shaved her, as she held absolutely still. I paused a few times to wipe the blade on her bun, and continued to shave her. Working carefully not to nick or cut her, I worked across the back of her neck in slow strokes. Turning her head slightly and folding her left ear, I cleaned up behind it. Then the other way behind her right ear. “Done.” I folded up the razor, slipping it into my back pocket. She did not move. I took her bun and slowly pulled her head out of my crotch. “Mmm… that felt heavenly. So…, do you want to braid my hair?” She gave me a flirtatious wink, rubbing her freshly shaved neck. Even though her antics were confusing, I was always open to more hair play. “Sure.” I got up from the stool. Rekha sat down and made herself comfortable. I could see that the rest of the ‘equipment’ was still lying on the table, so I grabbed the comb. Pulling off the elastic band that was sort of holding her messy bun together, I let her hair down. I could barely suppress an involuntary whistle. Her thick black hair fell past her butt. A good six inches past. No wonder she hated the idea of getting it shaved. I gathered her hair in my left hand and ran my fingers through a couple of times, trying to figure out how tangled it was. Then, wrapping most of the length around my left hand, I started to work the tangles out of her hair with the comb. “You know, this is the most irritating part about having long hair… I almost feel like getting a nice short crop when it gets too tangled. But, you know, I’ve never let even scissors touch my hair, let alone a razor.” “I thought your family had a compulsory tradition to offer your hair every four years?” “Not exactly true. That tradition is on my mom’s side of the family. Padmaja, having married into the family is bound by it. Mom, married out of the family, isn’t. But she wants to keep the tradition, and my dad doesn’t mind. So, she ends up before the barber every four years.” I unwound a coil from my left hand and resumed the de-tangling. “She’s been trying to get me to shave my head since I turned fifteen.” “Yeah, I could see that. She asked you twice today.” She laughed. “Yeah. For me though, like I said, if I do lose my hair, I want to remember it for the rest of my life.” I continued with the combing, unwinding some more length. “You know, I really enjoyed seeing you cut my mom’s braid. Not to mention Padmaja’s.” “Really? Being a Rapunzel yourself?” “Well, it not the usual tonsure. All that cutting with scissors was fascinating…” she said, dreamily. “And I am pretty sure you enjoyed it too,” she added in the same tone. “What do you mean?” “Well, I could see the ‘evidence’ of your excitement from where I stood. It might not have been visible to them, but it sure was to me.” “And what were you doing when you asked me to shave your neck?” “Enjoying it. And I wanted to see if I was getting the same reaction out of you.” By now, I had the entire length of her hair down and was combing it out from her roots to tips. I tightened my grip on her hair. “Well, now that you know, what is your plan?” “Mmmmm… loving the grip. You know that’s what I liked most about your shaving both of them. Your control over them. Firm yet gentle. Also, the way my normally dominating mom sat submissively before you, putting her prized tresses in your hands. I enjoyed watching that.” “Glad you enjoyed it.” “I liked the show so much that I want to join in.” “What do you mean?” “Nothing. I really love having someone braid my hair. So far only my mom and Padmaja have done it. You are the only other one, and the first guy, to do it.” “I’m… honoured.” She giggled. The rest of the braiding went without much conversation. I slowly braided her thick silky hair slowly, and finally tied off the end with the same elastic band that was holding her messy bun. I ran my hands along the braid, pressing it into shape and pulling slightly at her nape. “Done.” She got up and swung her braid over to her front and checked it. “Hmm… pretty good. I guess you’ve been practicing a lot on my aunt.” She walked over to the table and picked up the scissors. Then she walked back to the stool and sat down in front of it. Tossing her braid behind her back, she held out the scissors. “Let’s get the show started. Come on…” she called me as I hesitated. I went over and sat on the stool and took the offered scissors. I reached out for her braid when she stopped my hand. “You know, I was thinking… It’s not fair if it’s memorable only for me. Right?” “Well, it is memorable for me. It’s not every day that I would get to cut such lovely hair.” “I think I can make a bit more memorable than just being another woman giving you her hair.” She put her hand on my crotch. Not breaking eye contact with me, she slid down the zipper of my pants. “What are you doing, Rekha?” “Making sure you’ll never forget the girl who let you take her hair. Just as I will never forget the guy who took my hair for the first time. Be sure to pull hard.” I just sat there in stunned silence as she slid her fingers in and took out my hard on. A girl’s hands on my dick! I’d never imagined things would go this far, even in my dreams. She stroked me a few times. Then she lowered her head and took me into her mouth. Slowly she leaned in till my shaft was entirely inside her mouth. The warm wetness enveloping it was felt heavenly. And then she started to suck. I could feel myself growing in her mouth as she sucked, rocking back and forth. Almost reflexively I took hold of her braid in my left hand and kept a firm grip on it as she sucked away. Controlling her movement. All of a sudden, she stopped sucking and I looked down at her. She held up her right hand and made a cutting motion with her index and middle fingers, reminding me to cut her braid. I tightened my grip on her braid and pulled her forward. I felt her take a deep breath as she sucked harder than ever. Lifting her braid up a bit and twisting it around my hand, I pulled a little harder and put the scissors to it. She paused for a second as she felt the cold steel on her freshly shaved neck. I squeezed the blades together taking the first bite out of her thick braid and she resumed her sucking, harder than ever. I worked the scissors slowly, timing each rasping bite with her sucking motions. As my arousal peaked, about half-way through, I stopped and she looked up questioningly. “Don’t think I can hold back for long…” With her mouth full of my dick, she bit gently and gave me a wink before continuing. I resumed cutting. My tension continued to build with each bite for the scissors. I was almost through with the cut when I couldn’t hold back anymore and dropped my load into her mouth. She gasped as she felt my hot juices spurt into her mouth. She held it in and swallowed it. I let out a small moan as I felt her tongue running all over my erection, licking and cleaning and sucking me dry. A few more bites from the scissors and her braid came off. She was left with a rough bob, and I could see a fine sprinkling of hair all over her neck. Holding her cut braid in my left hand, I ran my hands through her shortened hair as she slowly disengaged from me. “A little too fast, but, I don’t think it can get any more memorable than that… for either of us.” “But is this a proper offering?” “You don’t know the lore of the Goddess… the offering is in surrendering to your barber. Or barberette.” she chuckled, “And anyway, according to Bill Clinton, this doesn’t count as sex.” “Very funny,” She took the cut braid from me and put it on the table, gazing at me sultrily. “Do you want me to help take my top off? It’s my favourite one and I don’t want hair all over it.” I didn’t need a second invitation. She sat in my lap as I slipped my hands around her slim, lithe waist, moving my hands up to find the zipper on the back of her salwar. Slowly I pulled it down, and then slid it off her shoulders, pulling it down. She got up and stepped out of it. Folding it carefully, she put it on the chair. I hooked a finger into the waist band of her jeans, pulled her close and undid the button. Then, I slid the zipper down and pulled down her pants. She stepped out of her jeans clad only in her bra and panties. “I think that’s enough undressing. Let’s get on with it.” she said sitting back down in front of the stool and I sat down facing her. “I can’t crop your hair with you facing me.” “I don’t care how you cut. I don’t want to sit idle,” her hand landed on my dick. “Again?” She decided that actions spoke louder than words and promptly started to suck me off again. I moaned a little running my hands through her chin length hair. Having no use for the comb, I dropped it on the floor. Using my left hand to roughly pick up sections of hair, I proceeded to chop them off as close as I could. I dropped the cut hair on her back and shoulders. Some of it fell into her lap. She didn’t care what was happening and was sucking away on me. I was shearing her hair without any plan or pattern. For the next fifteen or so minutes, the only thing that I was aware of, was the blissful warmth of her mouth. And the arousing, sensual suction, the regular snipping sounds of the scissors as I hacked away at her chin length hair. I ended up coming in her mouth couple of times more. Each time, she swallowed and kept going as long as I kept cutting. Ultimately, there was nothing left for the scissors to cut. Her below butt length hair was how reduced to short fuzz. She was covered with clumps of her own cut hair. Strands of hair of various lengths, sticking to her face, neck shoulders. Looking down, I could see her lap filled with her hair, clumps of hair stuck to her breasts, and her cleavage. She pulled off me and saw me looking at her. “Quite the mess you made, huh? Well, get the razor out. Don’t keep me waiting.” I let out a small groan as she lowered her head and got back to sucking me off again. “Be careful, Rekha, I don’t want to cut you.” “Like I said, I need something to keep me busy while you are busy shaving me. However, I do understand what you’re trying to say and try not to move too much.” And she promptly went back to what she was doing. True to her word though she did not move her head at all. I don’t know what was more dangerous: her moving her head as she sucked away, or, holding her head still, but giving me a lot of tongue. I took a deep breath to steady myself and started to damp her hair from the mug of water. Pulling the razor out of my back pocket, I slowly and carefully started to shave her. Room for adjusting position was fairly limited as she refused to let go. The strokes were slow and very careful. I started from the crown of her head and worked my way to the back. Slowly scraping off the scissor stubble. It was like I was in some sort of twilight zone. After finishing the back, I started down the front. Things were getting quite tricky as I struggled to stay in control and not let my hand slip. I progressed steadily, clearing down the top of her head. Slowly I moved over to her right side, which was tougher to get to. Maneuvering was still difficult. Rekha wasn’t being co-operative, completely lost in her own world. I was hoping that I wouldn’t end up getting a heart attack before the whole thing was over. Not a bad way to go, though. After finishing with her right side, I moved over to the left. As the shave progressed she slowed down and became a lot more cooperative. Nevertheless, I kept my guard up just in case. Meanwhile, the slow scraping of the razor was quite calming. I slowly shaved off the last of her hair, running my razor down her side burns. She let go of me only after I ran my hand all over her head and cleaned her up. I stroked her cheek… fondly? lovingly? I didn’t know what I was feeling for this sensuous trichophilliac. “Now that was an unforgettable experience for me. That was as good as I wanted it to be.” “Glad to help. Truth be told, I wasn’t expecting to shave you at all, but here we are. Not to mention the intense blow job.” “Well, some of the credit does go to Padmaja after all. She’s the one who recommended you strongly. I may have taken things farther than she intended, but, no regrets.” “I really loved shaving you Rekha,” I said fixing my trousers, tucking in my exhausted, slightly sore dick. “I’d probably say I love you, but I guess I don’t know you well enough for that yet. I can only hope I find someone who can be my personal barber.” “Well, best of luck…” Leaving her to shower, I walked out of their house. That was the most memorable day of my life, bar none.