My long hair wife Dia was getting ready for interview. It was her

interview today in a big co. in Delhi. I saw her slowly caressing her

long hair in front of mirror. She was combing her long blonde hair

slowly and used to pause for a while. She was smiling and blushing while doing it. Her silky straight hair were really dead straight upto her

waist length. She never had problems with her hair and happily grew it

long since her school days.

She had a black brushes with big tooths. She was slowly running her

fingers through her lengthy hair. The fragrance of her shampoo was

spread all over the house. I went and sat beside her on a bed. She

started stroking her hair slowly towards me. She took all her hair on

left side of her and looked at me and winked. I winked too with a flying

kiss.

She tunred her back towards me. She started combing ends of her hair but was not able to do it. She threw her comb on bed next to me and asked me to do it. I didnt wanted to miss this opportunity. She stood still in front of mirror. I first started running my finger in her hair a few

times. She was blushing. I then started combing ends of her hair. The

comb was again and again touching her round hips.

She took comb from my hand and pushed me slowly back on bed where I was sitting previously. She turned towards the mirror, took all her hair in both her hands, lifted them over her head and left them mid air to fall

on her back. She was teasing me.

We reached the interview place on time. We were waiting at the reception. She was alone for the interview. She was called inside. After

10mins she came out and asked me to leave as I was getting late for

office. She was to personally meet the Director, which will take 2 hours

she said. She also informed me that the Director of the company is know to her. Her hair was long and left loose that day. Her was the only shinning mane in that office.

While I was moving to my office, I recalled the way I was running my

fingers in her long blonde hair. The feeling of 2 feet long silk was

making me mad. After an hour or so. I got free from my work and went

back to her interview place, thinking of meeting her and touching her

long blonde hair after she was done with her interview. The lady at the

reception was shocked to see me. I didnt understand that. When I asked her about Dia, she pointed towards a cabin. I went inside the cabin, it was dark, there was no one there. I could here some giggling and some other voice coming from a glass window of adjacent cabin.

From the glass window, I saw Dia's long hair facing me. She was standing in front of a guy and I saw that guys hands on her long hair. The guy was hugging her tight. His hands were on her hips squeezing her hair.

what was that guy doing ?

what did he do then ?

any guesses ?

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