1 comments/ 26755 views/ 8 favorites The First Cut By: CaptainErotica If you read my first story, "Titletown Tryst", you'll have a little background on our main character, Marcus. It's not necessary to read that one first, but if you enjoy this one I think you would enjoy that one as well. I look forward to hearing any thoughts you might have on the story, and apologize that I accidentally had feedback turned off when I submitted "Titletown Tryst." I thought it was so crazy that the story had over 12,000 hits and not a single response! Whoops. Sorry. All fixed now. Interestingly both of these stories were inspired by true events in my life and real people, although the sexual parts happened only in my imagination. This is a good thing since I am happily married to a beautiful wife and engaging in such behaviors would get me divorced, killed...or worse. I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think. * The wind chilled Marcus to the bone as he hustled across the parking lot to his SUV. He normally loved the outdoors, even in winter, but today it was bitterly cold despite the bright sun, and he just wanted some warmth. He had just wrapped up a jobsite visit at a downtown strip mall, and he had an hour before he needed to be on the road to his next meeting. It didn't make sense to drive all the way back to the office so he was looking to kill some time. He scanned the strip mall's signage for lunch options. Krispy Kreme sounded tasty but not very healthy. Then he noticed the hair salon. 'It's not lunch,' he thought, running his hand through his short blonde hair, 'but I could use a trim.' He changed direction and headed toward the glass storefront. He could see as he approached that there were no customers in the place, just two women by the reception counter. Before his hand was even on the door he took them both in. One, probably the receptionist, was a bit on the heavy side and sported a big, boofy hairdo. She was seated behind the counter. The second, a tall young lady with short curly red hair, stood next to the counter talking with the receptionist. 'Ooh, I hope I get her, she's cute,' his piggish brain couldn't help itself. Actually that wasn't quite fair. He was a gentleman first, and would never say anything offensive to a lady, but his thoughts were his own, and they could be piggish at times. She was young, maybe early twenties. She had the creamy white skin of a true redhead. Her auburn red hair hung in curls well above her shoulders, exposing a long, graceful neck. She was taller than average, maybe 5'-8" or so, with the long, athletically trimmed legs of a dancer. Her tight, apple-shaped ass filled out her snug black dress pants nicely. She wore a light cotton apron over a long-sleeved, downy soft, pink pullover sweater with a very low neckline. She wore a string of pearls around her neck that would have seemed a bit out of place with her outfit, if they didn't look so damn good against the bare skin of her neck. Her green eyes sparkled with the winter sun as she looked up at him. "Hi, I'm Tina, can I help you?" she asked in a friendly voice. "Just need a trim," Marcus quipped back. She walked behind the counter to the computer. It seemed the receptionist was new and Tina was showing her how to check in a new customer. She had to bend forward to get to the keyboard, and the open neck of her shirt fell away from her chest. Marcus' heart skipped a beat as he gazed into her shirt and saw the beautiful round shape of her breasts hanging down from her body. He could see most of the curve of her breast and the lacey white edge of her bra. "Can I get your name and phone number, please?" she asked as she glanced up from her work. 'Oh, no,' Marcus thought, 'I am totally busted,' as he shifted his gaze to her face. She smiled brightly, giving no indication that she was aware of his schoolboy like gawking. "Marcus," he spit out, "uh, Marcus Johnson." He looked away as he rattled off his cell phone number. When he looked back to her he maybe caught the tail end of a sly grin as she looked back down to the keyboard. Perhaps it was just his imagination. "Hmmm, have you been to one of our salons before, Marcus?" her concentration apparently riveted to the screen. She showed the receptionist how to navigate through the data entry system. "Um, no, I don't think so," he replied. He looked to the side, fighting the urge to gawk some more. He couldn't get caught twice. That would be really embarrassing. "I'm sorry, Marcus. It's going to take me a minute or two to get you set up in our system. Is that OK?" she looked up again, drawing his eyes back to her. She explained every step to the trainee as she proceeded. One hand came up to shield here eyes from the glare of the sun, and she watched the new receptionist slowly input the information, key by key. Marcus tried to look away, but his eyes were drawn to the string of pearls swinging from her neck. And with her hand shielding her eyes from the glare of the sun, it also shielded her eyes from the glare of his glare. His vision was sucked in to her creamy white cleavage like an embattled ship being sucked into the vortex of a whirlpool. This time he was sure he saw the edge of her pretty, pink nipple peaking out from under the white lace of her bra. Eventually the receptionist finished the data entry and Tina invited Marcus to follow her. An invitation he did not mind at all as he admired the way her legs and ass moved while she walked in front of him. She led him to the work station in the far back corner and seated him. They talked briefly about the kind of cut he wanted and if he was interested in the shampoo and shoulder massage. 'Anything,' he thought, 'to get those beautiful hands on me more would be a good thing.' Piggy! While seated at the shampoo station he noted that Tina went out of her way to keep the water and shampoo from his eyes. That was fortunate, since it also seemed that she went out of her way to give him ample opportunity to look down her shirt more. At one point, while leaning over him, she slid her hand under the back of his neck to massage and shampoo there. She then (inadvertently?) lifted his head so that the side of her breast pushed firmly against his right cheek. The sensation made his blood rush and he was glad to have the plastic cape draped over him. Eventually the heavenly shampoo and massage were over and they returned to the work station for the cutting. She made small talk, as hairdressers do, but Marcus tried to push past that and engage her in more personal topics. He managed a few times to make her blush, but she showed no sign of annoyance or discomfort. He had a few more opportunities to stare at her shapely boobs through her fuzzy pink sweater, but it seemed she'd become more aware of not letting her neckline fall open for him anymore. The one time it did, as she leaned over to brush some trimmings off his shoulder, she pulled back abruptly and gave him a slightly annoyed look. 'Oh, well,' he thought, 'it was fun while it lasted.' He sincerely hoped she wasn't upset with him, but it sure seemed like she was playing the tease all along. Maybe he just read her wrong, and it was all in his twisted imagination. By the time she dusted him off and removed the cape things had settled down (thankfully) in Marcus' pants. As he stood and started toward the front of the salon, she spoke. "Excuse me, Mr. Johnson, could I have you come into the back for just a minute? There's something we need to discuss." She motioned him to a back corridor. As he turned and walked past her she called up to the receptionist to let her know she'd be back in a minute. They went down a short hallway and into a comfortable looking employee lounge. There was a small kitchenette along one side, a round table with chairs, and on the far side a little sitting area with a comfy looking couch and some chairs. Tina pointed him to a fancy, upholstered, armless chair in the far corner of the employee lounge. While he was walking away from her she reached behind and quietly locked the door. She untied her apron as she approached him. Her lovely mounds jiggled under the fuzzy pink sweater as she tossed the apron on the table. She now stood in front of him with her hands on her hips in an annoyed fashion. "I couldn't help but notice how you were staring. You know that's really not polite, Mr. Johnson." "I'm very sorry, Tina, I know I shouldn't have," Marcus stammered. He was embarrassed, but even more he was confused. If she was offended by his stare, why bring him into the back room to discuss it? Privacy from the receptionist? It all seemed very odd to him. And from the start she seemed to play into the whole thing. "Look," she stated, very matter of factly, "if you wanted to stare at my pearls, all you had to do was ask. Would you like to see them up close?" Now Marcus was really on his heels. He didn't know where she was coming from. Was she serious? Was she teasing him? Was she loony? "Um, sure..., uh, I mean yes, " he stuttered out an answer. At least he didn't seem to be in trouble...yet. She put both of her hands on his shoulders and leaned forward slowly. When she stopped her chin was almost touching his forehead, so that the pearls hung down next to his face. The neck of her sweater had fallen open as well, and her beautiful b-sized breasts hung down pendulously from her body, barely covered by her low cut bra. His senses were assaulted by her proximity. He stared past the pearls at the creamy white flesh of her chest, only inches from his nose. The scent of her floral body spray floated up to him. Her voice was now just a raspy whisper and the sensation of her breath on his ear sent a chill down his spine. "How is that, do you have a good view now, Mr. Johnson?" she coyly asked. He understood her game now, and he was more than willing to play along. He had no idea where this was going, but he was determined to enjoy every second of the ride. "They are so beautiful," he said. "Round, creamy white, soft and smooth." "Soft and smooth?" she questioned. "Mr. Johnson, how would you know? You didn't touch them when I wasn't looking, did you?" "No. I think you might have noticed if I had my hands on them," he played back. He noticed goose bumps rising on the soft flesh of her breasts, and he could clearly see one of her pink, puffy nipples as her bra shifted. He took a slow, deep breath to steady himself as he felt a shudder of excitement coming on. "So, would you like to Mr. Johnson? Would you like to feel my...pearls?" she teased mercilessly. His mind raced. What was he to do now? Was this a real offer, or was she just playing games with him?! He longed desperately to slide his hand into her shirt and bra and cup the soft breast flesh that was so tantalizingly close to him. He reached up slowly with his left hand, and caught the loop of pearls between his fingers. He held it there a moment, and then volleyed a question back to her. "They look so good against your skin. Can I hold them against you, Tina?" "Uh, I guess...that would be okay," she had to think for a moment before her response. 'Hah,' Marcus thought, 'I turned the tables on her.' He lifted the loop of pearls and lightly touched them against the skin between and above her breasts, then started softly dragging them in little circles against her. "See how soft and smooth they feel?" he whispered, "Does that feel good, Tina?" A quick sigh was her first answer. "Yes, it feels nice," she stammered as she held her breath without realizing it. 'Okay,' he thought, 'it's time to take the next step. He pushed the pearls against the exposed, firm flesh of her breast. His hand slid into the cup of her bra and squeezed her right breast. He could feel her hard nipple and moved his fingers around it. Then he slowly pinched his fingers together, squeezing her pretty pink nipple between them. Tina gasped at the feeling of his assault on her nipple. Electric twinges raced through her body as he massaged her breast and pinched her nipple. She bent her head closer and sucked the lobe of his right ear into her mouth, bathing it with her tongue. Marcus reached around the small of her back with his right hand and pulled her toward him. Because she was off balance she had no choice but to end up in his lap, her legs both off to his left. He released her breast and reached both hands down to grasp the bottom of her shirt. In a flash it was over her head, where he left it to her to pull the rest of the way off, as both of his hands went straight to her breasts. He pulled the white lacey material of both cups down and tucked them under her breasts. He grasped her luscious peaches, one in each hand, and hefted them, feeling their weight and jiggling them a bit. The rush of cool air against her bouncing boobs tightened her nipples, and before she could think or react she felt his hot tongue on her left one. It was engulfed in his mouth as he sucked hungrily on it. Her teasing game seemed to be over as he took control. She went from thinking one step ahead and leading him along to reacting to his moves. Her head was spinning as she felt him fumbling at her waistband. His warm fingers slipped into her pants and slid down the front of her silky panties. She almost jumped as he rubbed over the top of her clitoris on his way down to cup her mound. Marcus' fingers worked deftly, fluttering over her clitoris and massaging her mound through the silky material. His other hand slipped into her waistband at the small of her back and slid down over her ass cheek. 'Oh, a thong,' he thought. 'Nice.' The pressure on the waist of her pants popped the little black button off the front, which hit the carpeted floor ten feet away. Without the button's support the fly pulled open with a quick 'zzzzzip.' This made access for Marcus' hands even easier and he took the opportunity to slide his fingers down the inside of her thigh, continuing to push against her opening and her clitoris with his thumb. He pushed the soft, white material into her opening and moved his thumb in small circles inside her. Tina shuddered at the penetration of her vagina. Her fingers were rustling through his short hair and she held his head against her breast, reveling in the feeling of his lips and tongue on her nipple. She felt herself being lifted to her feet. His mouth never left her breast, but his hands were now working her pants down her legs. She kicked off her shoes and stepped out of the black dress pants. Now all she wore was a pretty white lacey bra, pulled down to expose her breasts, and silky white thong panties, the narrow front panel of which was half pushed into her moistening hole. He stood and backed her up to the small, round break table. She sat on the edge of it and leaned back, supporting herself on her elbows. He scooted her back a bit so she could get her feet on the table. Then he pulled up a chair and sat in front of her. His hands opened her thighs and massaged slowly from her knees to her mound. Marcus pulled the wispy white panties down her legs and let them drop to the floor. Except for a narrow strip of curly red hair she was cleanly shaven. The glistening lips of her vagina were red and swollen with desire. He used the fingers of both hands to pull her open. She accommodated by spreading her legs as wide as she could. His tongue licked slowly over the soft shaven skin around her opening, tracing a line up over her clitoris and back down the other side. He slowly worked the tips of his two index fingers into her hole, and softly opened her up. His tongue fluttered maddeningly over the sensitive lips of her vagina, then plunged into her opening as far as he could push it. Tina cried out and bit her red, pouty lower lip. "Oh God, Mr. Johnson, that feels s-s-s-ooooo goooood." She laid back on the table to free her hands. Her slender fingers were tipped by red, manicured nails. She slid one in and out of her red painted lips, making little sucking noises as she got it wet. The other hand went to her breast, where her splayed fingers sought to grasp the whole mound, squeezing and kneading it. She pushed a puffy nipple up between her thumb and finger, then withdrew the wet finger from her mouth, a tiny strand of saliva breaking off on her chin. As the glistening wet fingertip touched her nipple she sighed and closed her eyes. She worked it in slow circles around the sensitive pink nub, imagining it was his wet tongue. His tongue was actually hard at work somewhere else. It pushed deep inside her opening, then withdrew and slowly slid up to her clitoris. Two fingers replaced his tongue, pushing up into her wet hole, and softly massaged the front wall of her tunnel. He sucked her little clit into his mouth, and slowly flicked his tongue back and forth across it, sending warm waves through her entire body. As he carried her closer to release, his free hand reached up to her breast. He softly pinched her left nipple, while she continued to run her wet fingertip over the other one. "Oh, Mr. Johnson, push your fingers in further...please," Tina begged between short breaths. "Aaaaaahhhh...yes...faster...oh, oh, oooooohhh." Without any conscious thought she lifted her bottom off the table and thrust her hips upward, pushing against his fingers and his talented tongue. Her whole body tensed as she was gripped by the first wave of her orgasm. The flesh of her breast pushed out between her red-tipped fingers as she squeezed it hard. She pinched and pulled on her nipple with her other hand, reveling in the sensation of both breasts being pleasured while he fingered her pussy and licked her clit. Her hips gyrated and pumped as each contraction of pleasure coursed through her body. Marcus continued to saw his fingers in and out of her while she came. His lips and tongue worked hard to stay in contact with her pussy as she rocked and rolled her hips. She eventually slowed to an easy pace and her hands reached down to hold his head in place while he slowly licked her through the last warm waves of pleasure. She released his head and relaxed her body as the delicious feeling of coming slowly shifted from reality to memory. 'Wow,' she thought, 'I NEVER came like that before.' She opened her eyes and looked to Marcus, seated in front of her. His eyes sparkled blue as he smiled at her. He looked very pleased with himself, in a cute way. Tina propped herself up on her elbows and let one leg hang off the edge of the table as she reviewed in her head the events of the last half an hour or so. She wondered what, if anything, was going on up front. "Can I borrow your cell," she asked. She dialed quickly and after a few moments could here the phone ring up front through the wall. "Hey, it's me," she started, a little tone of embarrassment in her voice. "Anything going on up there?" She slowly lifted the cups of her bra back into place with one hand while she talked on the phone. Marcus watched as she nodded and listened, and saw her beautiful red lips curve up into a naughty little grin. She ended with a quick goodbye and closed the phone, handing it back to him. "So, what'd she say?" he asked. "She said it's your lucky day. Well, those weren't her exact words," the naughty grin flashed again. He liked the sound of that. He watched her as she slid forward and climbed off the table like a cat. She slowly moved onto his lap, straddling him on the narrow, armless chair. She deftly unbuttoned his shirt and slid her hands inside. They felt cool and smooth as she caressed his chest, abdomen and sides. She leaned her head down and dragged her lips and tongue across his neck. Marcus' arms encircled her waist and pulled her forward on his lap, until the swollen, slick lips of her mound were rubbing against the aching lump in his pants. His hands gripped her bare ass cheeks as she ground herself against him. He watched intently as her lips and tongue moved out to his shoulder. Her lips were red and full and he fantasized about how good they would look wrapped around his aching member. The First Cut The next morning I awoke to find myself alone in bed, carefully covered to keep me warm, with the remains of the wig I had been wearing the night before placed on one of the corner posts of the bed. The plastic hairs that we had cut and mangled were cleanly swept up into a pile. I inched my way to the edge of the bed, and climbed out into the chilly morning air. The briskness of it instantly caused my nipples to stiffen, forming hard, naked peaks on my chest. I walked over to the desk, and grabbed my husband's dress shirt from the chair, and slipped into it, leaving the neck unbuttoned down to between my breasts, showing a large swath of cleavage. As I made my way downstairs, I could smell breakfast cooking, and I could hear him clanging dishes in the kitchen. In the dining room, the table was set for two, with cups of orange juice, whipped cream, fresh cut strawberries, chocolate syrup, and fresh, warm waffles stacked on a plate. "Well, hello there, sleeping beauty," he said, smiling, as he walked out of the kitchen wearing only his jeans. Suddenly, my mind went to the night before, and I became aware of how I was a little sore from getting fucked so hard. He pulled out my chair for me, and I sat down, pulling my feet up beside me to keep my bare ass from getting too cold on the smooth wooden seat. As he slid me in, he leaned in next to me, and passionately kissed me, running his fingers up my neck into the back of my hair, then around to my chin, following my jawline. My body shuddered slightly, my skin prickling up with goosebumps. "Hi baby. Thank you for cleaning up after us, last night," I said, my mind wandering, replaying the scene in my head. I slid a waffle off of the serving plate onto my own, and he piled strawberries on it, and covered it in chocolate syrup and whipped cream for me. "It was my pleasure, gorgeous girl," he said, that smile never leaving his face. He offered the whipped cream to me, and I opened my mouth. He grinned more, and sprayed the whip cream into me. I squeaked and laughed as I felt the airy, creamy substance overflowed from my mouth, knowing that he intentionally gave me too much to even close my mouth without making a mess. I covered my mouth with my hand, and tried my best to contain the whipped cream and eat it, as he sat down in his seat, and prepared a plate for himself. Once I had finished eating the mouthful, we began eating our breakfast in almost silence, me focused on my plate, trying not to look to conspicuous. I noticed him almost staring at me constantly, that little smile on his mouth, and a glimmer in his eye. "What??" I blurted out, turning red after glancing at him for the fifth or sixth time, without him looking away. He grinned even more, seeing my cheeks and chest turn red. "Nothing." he simply stated, and took another bite of his waffle. "You're so weird!" I said, and continued to focus on eating my delicious waffles. The strawberries were so sweet, and the whipped cream so fresh. It was very filling. When we had finished, he stood up, gathering both of our plates up, and kissed me again. "You gotta get ready for work, or else you're gonna be late, naughty girl" he said as he planted a kiss on my forehead, and disappeared back into the kitchen with the dishes. I glanced at the clock on the shelf on the wall across from me. He was right, I was running out of time to get ready for work. I hurriedly ran back upstairs, and into the bathroom, realizing I hadn't gone pee yet. When I stepped into the bathroom, I noticed he had laid out clothes for me. Black striped stockings, a solid black pencil skirt, my hot pink push up bra, and a sexy, skin tight shirt. I noticed that there were no underwear picked out, and thought he had forgotten about them at first.. and then I realized what he wanted me to do. I pulled up the bottom of his shirt, sat down on the toilet, and began to relieve myself. I pulled the stockings up over my calves, and got them up to my knees, trying to keep the chunky stripes as straight as I could. I noticed the handle of my hair cutting scissors sitting on the sink, after I had pulled the stockings up as far as I could. I finished relieving myself, and cleaned myself off as I stood up. I unbuttoned the dress shirt, shrugging it off, letting it fall to the floor, and pulled the thigh high stockings up the rest of the way. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, my real red hair falling down past my shoulders, resting in it's natural wavy form. I leaned against the sink, enjoying the cold feeling of the smooth porcelain against my unshaven mound. I began to play with my hair, looking at myself in the mirror as I held it up, imagining it being different lengths, separating out chunks, thinking about cutting some off. The next thing I knew, my one hand had found the shears, my other was holding a thick lock of hair from right behind my ear, a place where no one would notice, if I kept my hair down. I bit my lip and slid the cold scissors along my neck, the mouth of the scissors ready to gobble off the section of hair I had chosen. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and closed the scissors, holding on to my hair to keep it from falling and making a mess. It felt so much better, now that it was my real hair I was cutting off. I opened my eyes and looked at what I had done. In my hand was 7 inches of hair, 1 inch left on my head. I set the scissors back down on the sink, my heart racing, my mind unable to stop thinking about what I had just done. I straightened the hairs I had cut off, and set them aside, deciding that I needed to stop now, before I cut more. It felt so good to cut off that little chunk, I couldn't stop thinking about how cutting the rest would feel. My wet pussy ached for release, thinking about it, but there was no time to take care of that problem, I would just have to be horny all day long. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too bad. I finished getting dressed, sliding the skirt up over my legs, with no underwear, like I understood he intended. I fastened the bra, and adjusted my heaving breasts in it, making them as pert and large as I could. After slipping the shirt on and buttoning it up as well, I began to focus on my hair and makeup in the mirror. I ran my hair pick through my hair, detangling it as much as I could, leaving it to fall down around my shoulders. My makeup, I applied a little bit more than I usually do, giving myself more of an evening look than my usual understated look I go with, adding a little extra color to my cheeks, some lipstick, and smokier eyes. When I was done, I ran into the bedroom to find shoes. He had left out his favorite pair of my high heels, a pair of pinstriped peek-toes with an ankle strap. As I sat down on the bed to put them on, I noticed myself in the full length mirror on the closet. Once the shoes were on, I stood up, and began admiring myself in the mirror. He always told me I was beautiful, and, though I always just rolled my eyes, or laughed at it.. I could see it now. I felt so sexy in these clothes – he sure knew how to dress me up and make me look sexy. I stood there for a minute, modeling to myself, turning around, admiring my ass, noticing how far up the relief slit on the back of the skirt went – almost to my bare ass. I gathered up my hair into a pony tail in my hands, looking over my shoulder into the mirror. I hoped I wouldn't have anyone following me as I went upstairs, or else they would be getting one hell of a free show if they looked, I thought to myself. After a couple more minutes were wasted in front of the mirror, I decided it was really time to get going. I headed back downstairs, my shoes clicking as I walked down. I heard him rush to meet me at the bottom of the stairs, and I saw him grinning like a fool as I reached the bottom. "Have a wonderful day at work, you beautiful naughty lady," he said, and then pressed his lips to mine, his hands reaching behind me and exploring my ass – no doubt to check to see if I was wearing underwear or not. "Be good!" I reprimanded him, giggling. "I have to go! I'm going to be late!" "I hope so.. I want a baby." The grin on his face said it all. I forced a look of astonishment and spun around. "Good day, mister!" I said, as I opened the door. He grinned even wider at me, and I couldn't help but laugh and smile back at him. He closed the door behind me as I walked down the porch to my truck. I felt like everyone in the neighborhood was staring at me, even though no one was outside. I felt so exposed, but so sexy like this. I wasn't sure if I liked it or not. At work, I spent most of the day resting my head on my hand so that I could play with the short section of hair behind my ear. I swear, it was the longest day at work I had ever had. Thankfully, the office had ordered lunch for us, because as the day progressed, I had become more and more self conscious, thinking everyone could see my fiery red bush through my skirt, with no panties to hide my sex from the world. Finally, when the end of the day came, I rushed home, trying to escape the eyes of the world. Halfway to my truck, I got a text message. "hey we're out of some stuff can you run to the store?" my heart pounded, and I contemplated what to do.. should I ignore it? Should I lie and say I'm already home? If he was home, he'd know I was lying.. and he knows I always check my messages. I decided on what to say. "long day at work.. is it really needed?" A long pause, then his reply. "kinda, yeah. Shouldn't take long, though." followed by a short, seeming random list, but, that was him; random. I sighed, and resigned myself to going. It really was only a few items, and couldn't take too long. Little did I know then... "Ok, I'll be quick. See you later?" "Yep. Love you lots, babe." I pulled into the grocery store lot, gathered my wits, and rushed in, thinking I was going to be as quick as possible. As I got to the aisle for the first item, I realized that it was on the top shelf, and only a few left, shoved way to the back. I groaned as I realized that the short slit on the back of my skirt was going to show my ass off to the world if I reached for it. I looked around, realizing that there was no one around to ask for help, that there would also be no one to see if my ass did peak out. I quickly stretched up and snagged the item, then deposited it into the blue shopping basket, and readjusted my skirt. On to the next item! I thought to myself. Click-click-clicking as I walked down the aisles, dodging shopping carts and other people, I made my way to the second item. It took me a few minutes to locate where it was.. they had been moved from their usual spot, onto the bottom shelf. This time, there were lots of people around, and it'd be crazy to ask for help to reach something low. My blood ran cold as I realized that if I bent over, that all the people behind me would get a nice clean view of my ass and pussy underneath my skirt. Trying not to make too much of a commotion, I bent at the knees, and practically had to sit on the floor to keep my goods covered, to reach it. I managed to, though, and stood back up with minimal bending as well, and glanced around. It seemed like no one had noticed. Three items to go, thankfully. As I rounded the corner to where the next one should be, I realized that it, too, would be in a spot that would almost make me reveal myself to the world to get. I wondered if he had made this list on purpose. It seemed like something he would do, especially since the items were so random. He did like me to show off, maybe he was trying to see just how much I would be willing to show? I gingerly gathered the last few items without much further complication.. having tall people get the things up high, and waiting for a clear moment to get lower things. As I was in the checkout line, I received another text from him. "I had to run back to the studio. I won't be too late. Love you. :-*" Oh thank goodness, I thought. I wanted to get into something a little less revealing, I was really starting to get uncomfortable. I paid as quick as I could, and rushed out to head home. As I walked in the door, I noticed that he still wasn't home. I dropped the bag of groceries and rushed upstairs to our bathroom. I pulled up my skirt, and sat down on the toilet to pee, and removed my shoes, tossing them into our bedroom from the toilet. The nice thing about no underwear, was not having to pull them down to pee, I thought to myself. I stood up, wiped myself, and began undressing. I had unzipped my skirt and unbuttoned my shirt, when I noticed that the scissors had been left out on the counter.. I had put those away, hadn't I? And my hair clippers.. they were plugged in, and sitting on the counter as well. I knew I hadn't had those out for a while. Was this him? Did he cut his hair after I had left this morning? I quickly disrobed, losing everything except the stockings, and stood there in the bathroom, at the sink, staring at the scissors and clippers in front of me. Should I do this? I thought, as my trembling hands seeked out the familiar grips of my scissors. I looked into the mirror at myself, imagining how short of hair I could have. I felt a warmth spread through my pussy as I ran my fingers through my hair with one hand, and worked the scissors with the other. As I ran my fingers through my hair, I decided how short I wanted to go. I gripped a section of hair, and slid the scissors along my fingers. All I could do was think about how much I wanted to cut it. I closed my eyes, and squeezed the scissors shut, SNIP! There was no going back, now. The section of hair fell down the back of my shoulders, tickling my ass as it dropped to the floor. It felt so nice, the path it traced down my back. I readjusted my hand, sectioning out the next cut. I felt so naughty, so bad, cutting my own hair. I bit my lip as I continued to work. Cut after cut, hair after hair, I felt more and more emboldened, working faster, cutting more at a time. Every cut made me wetter and wetter, looking at the pile of hair forming on the floor beneath my made my pussy quiver. I began grinding myself against the sink as I cut more, feeling the cool porcelain press against the wet lips of my sex. I was almost in a trance, cutting, grinding, moaning, working myself towards orgasm as I cut my hair. I closed my eyes, cutting the back of my hair, feeling so close to release, my hair cut practically finished when I heard the bathroom door click behind me. I jumped, startled, and the scissors closed on my hair for the last time. Quickly, I turned, dropping the scissors and covering my bare chest and body as best as I could, my eyes settling on the intruder that was now walking towards me. "What are you doing?!" It was him, he had finally gotten home. I must have not heard the downstairs door close in my passion. His eyes studied my new hair, and suddenly I felt very naked and exposed. He reached his hand out, brushing against my cheek, and then carressed my hair. "Oh, baby.. I like it. But I think you slipped." I gasped, and turned towards the mirror, looking in horror at the huge chunk of hair that was missing from the side of my head. I reached up and touched it, making sure I wasn't imagining things. My heart raced as I realized what had happened. When he had made me jump, I must have moved the scissors. My eyes began to well up with tears as I set the scissors down on the sink. I was so angry I had messed up my beautiful hair, but at the same time, the feeling of cutting off more than I wanted made me feel so good. It was almost orgasmic, the feeling of chopping into my hair. I kept touching it, pulling on the section I had ruined. I felt him stand behind me, and slide his hands up from my stocking covered thighs to my hips, then trace around the front, brushing against my pubic hair, up to my breasts, stopping there to cup and caress them. "You better keep going, it will never do, leaving you looking like that." He tweaked my nipples slightly, then released my breasts. He kept one hand on my waist, and the other grabbed the scissors from where I had dropped them in the sink. He placed the cool steel of them against my belly, and leaned his head in against my neck, his mouth near my ear. "Cut it, baby.. cut it all." I almost came from his words. He wanted me to do this. He loved my long hair, always telling me how sexy it was. He enjoyed braiding it, playing with it, smelling it.. but yet, he wanted me to cut it all off. My hand wrapped around the handle of the scissors on my stomach. "Okay.." I stammered. What was I about to do? I was so hot, my face felt like it was burning, my chest heaved. The scissors felt like ice against my skin. The fire from my breast spread down my body, between my legs. I felt so horny, I couldn't believe it. He ran his fingers up the back of my neck, and I closed my eyes as the goosebumps ran down my body. He placed his nose near my hair and inhaled deeply. His fingers locked in my hair, pulling my head back gently but firmly. His mouth was at my ear again. "Chop it off, baby. I wanna watch you ruin your hair. Do it.. for me." he released my hair, and I felt him disappear from behind me, my body rocking back, wanting to feel him again. I opened my eyes, searching for him in the room. He was closing the toilet, and sitting down on it, his eyes never leaving me. I realized that in one hand I held the scissors, the other was running through my pussy hair, teasing myself. He wanted me to hack away at my hair. I burned with desire. I raised my hands to my forehead, pulling a lock of hair forward, looking through it at myself in the mirror. I started to use my fingers as a guide, then stopped. I slid the scissors against the skin by my forehead, glancing over for approval at him. What I saw was him, smiling, massaging himself through his pants. "Do it, baby." As if his voice controlled my hand, I closed the scissors. My bangs were now crooked, half cut. It felt so good. I looked down in the sink at what I had done. I wanted to do more, I wanted to just take the scissors and go crazy. "Come on, gorgeous girl. Keep going. I know you want to." I swear, that man could read my thoughts. I readjusted the scissors, this time holding out a chunk of hair to my side and randomly snapped the scissors shut on it. I was left with a stub of hair in my hand. I was so excited, she couldn't believe she was finally doing this. I looked over at my husband, sitting on the toilet, and I offered the lock of hair to him. He smiled back at me, and held out his hand. Feeling frisky, instead of just handing it to him, I tossed it towards him, watching the hairs scatter all over, flying through the air. "Oh, you naughty girl. Good thing I already have that souvenir you left out on the counter from earlier." His eyes twinkled with mischief, and I suddenly blushed bright red. He knew. I felt so open, so vulnerable. I can't believe I forgot to clean up, earlier. That's why the scissors and clippers were still out. He wanted me to do this. I felt so embarrassed, but so turned on. It made me start to cut more and more. I wasn't even looking into the mirror, my eyes were locked with his. I hacked away at my hair, not caring what it looked like, just how it felt to cut and keep cutting. My pussy was getting so wet, I felt like my juices were going to start running down my legs. I couldn't stop, I just kept on cutting. It felt so good, I felt like I was going to cum right then and there, without him touching me, just with my fingers running through my ever shortening hair. I squeezed my thighs together, my entire body tingling with intense sensations. I closed my eyes, cutting and cutting away. After snipping away for what seemed like hours, he spoke to me. "If you keep going.. you're not going to have any hair left." I opened my eyes, and looked into the mirror.