This is my favorite erotic story, I don't even know how many times I've read it.

Can you share your favourites?

My LongHaired Lady Carol

All my life I have been in love with long hair. My first babysitter

had hair almost to her knees. Whenever my parents were going out I

could not wait for my sitter to arrive. She was 17 and like many

girls in the sixties she had incredible thick long hair but knowing

that my parents were very conservative she always arrived with her

mane neatly put up in a bun wearing simple clothes. What they did not

know was that in her purse was her brush. Simply meant for me to have

fun with. She had been my sitter for as long as I can remember and

from the time I can remember I was always wanting to play with it.

Now don't get me wrong, this was all quite innocent. I was only six at

the time and there was not possible way anything sexual could or would

ever happen but all the same, she was more then happy to keep me quiet

while she would watch tv. How easy a job this was for her! She got a

kid that was not a little snot and as a bonus she would get to have

her hair brushed until I was so tired I just fell asleep. Usually

still holding the brush halfway stuck down her back. And I know she

must have truly enjoyed it as she never said no to my request to play

with all that hair.

Well, as most early experiences in life, the love of long hair stuck

with me. As I grew older and more aware of the fairer sex the first

thing I would judge a woman by was how long and pretty her hair was.

And if the hair was exceptional, other physical aspects were

overlooked. As I saw it, she may not be all that pretty but her hair

would make up for it in spades. And this usually ended up being a

bonus for me as they were just happy that a nice looking guy was

actually showing genuine attraction to them as my passion was not just

a way to get into her pants (or in my case, my fingers and whatever

else they would allow into their hair).

Most of the girls and then as I became a man women I dated had hair at

least to their waist. Anything less would just not do it for me and I

have probably missed out on many an incredible sexual encounter with a

woman with much shorter hair but still I held to my passions and I

have never regretted it.

I ended up with a Masters degree in college in accounting. Unlike

many of my graduating class I chose to not join a normal firm but

instead I went to work for an accounting temp agency. This had a

wonderful advantage for me as I was never in the same place for too

long of a time which I felt would give me a chance to meet many more

woman then usually possible if I had stayed in one place. And for

this reason alone I picked the career road less traveled.

One assignment would make this choice the smartest move I have ever

made in my life next to the first time I asked that babysitter to let

me brush her hair and here is that story.

It was an assignment in another state at a very large textiles company

in the mid-west. I made arrangements for the 6 month assignment with

my landlord and packed my bags for the new job.

I arrived on a Friday afternoon and decided to go and meet my new

surroundings before checking into the hotel. When I arrived at the

corporate headquarters I found myself surrounded by almost all the

employees out in the parking lot having an summer company party.

After asking around I finally found my new boss and he was quick to

put a beer in my hand and a plate of ribs in the other. I found a

seat and started on the food when I began watching the sack race.

There were about ten teams lined up ready to start the race and with

the number of people in front of me I could not see the action very

well. The race started with much cheering and laughter when all of a

sudden two of the teams bumped into each other. Both teams fell to the

ground but what caught my eye was that one of the women, she was what

many men would consider "average" black rimmed glasses and rather

plain clothing but where my eyes were drawn to was the momentary

glimpse of what appeared to be the largest bun I have ever seen in my

life. And I have seen and been with a few exceptional women with hair

to their knees and thick and ever so soft but from the limited view I

had I could have sworn that as she was falling that bun exploded. I

could not find another word to describe it other then that! I mean

her hair went EVERYWHERE! And before I could set my plate down and

get a much better look she was already gathering herself up and moving

off into the opposite direction into the crowd. I tried to make my

way through the hundreds of people to see just who this woman was but

there was just no way I was going anywhere fast. Before I knew it she

was gone and I never saw her the rest of the day. I decided to not

ask about who she was as it would have seemed strange coming from a

newbie so I just let it go for the moment. I did however decide that I

was going to find out just who she was when the time presented itself.

The weekend passed so slowly as the more I thought about her the worse

my curiosity got, Monday could not get here soon enough.

On my fist day at work I was taken to my cubicle and was introduced to

those in my department I would be working with in the accounting dept.

Everyone seemed very nice but the cubicle right across from me was

empty of it's occupant. I took at look at the nameplate and it read

"Carole Sturm – Accounts Payable". The work space was neat and almost

sterile. Under that space next to the chair was her purse and it was

open. I took a quick look and besides the usual things found in such

a place was an enormous brush and from what I could tell a pretty

expensive one. I was beginning to think my luck was on the up.

The morning passed and as lunch approached still no "Carole". So a

little disappointed I left for my hour break. When I returned I had

actually forgotten about the cubicle next to me and did not even look

into it as I sat down to begin going over my work again. As I began

to get lost into what I was doing a voice said "Hi, you must be Ken.

I guess I should introduce myself since we will be working together.

I'm Carole". I looked up and sitting across from me looking straight

at me was the woman from the sack race! I just about died right then

and cracked out a pretty sorry "hi". I felt like freshman in high

school being asked for a pencil from the prom queen! I finally

managed a smile and rolled across the floor extending my hand to shake

hers. She was actually a lot prettier closer up but her taste in

clothing was just as plain and conservative as at the picnic. But

there was potential there. More them most women could ever hope for.

I decided to play it very cool and keep the tone on a very pleasant

basis. As I rolled my chair back to my space I watched her turn back

around to her computer with put her back to be and as she turned I

just about had a heart attack. The bun was larger then any I had ever

seen in my life anywhere. It was a bigger then a softball by almost

double. It was an incredible deep brown and not a hair was out of

place. The bun was perfect for lack of a better word and not a pin

could be seen holding it up which made me even wonder if it was real

except that I did see it all come down only a few days before. Well,

needless to say I was not going to be getting much work done today as

I just could not pry my eyes from that bun the rest of the day.

For the next few weeks I just played nice. Carole and I were actually

on the same project trying to clear up accounts and getting things up

to date. I was hoping that I could stretch this assignment out for

much longer then the initial six months but Carole was no slouch when

it cam to what she does. Good luck would have it that there were

thousands of accounts that needed attention and for that I was most

grateful. The one depressing thing was that Carole wore that hair the

exact same way every day. Never wavering in any way and her clothes

seemed to all look alike. But one day she did wear a simple blouse

and from that I could tell she was hiding under that top one very

large pair of breasts. Funny how the boring clothing she wore could

keep something like that hidden from everyone else.

Over time I got to chat often with her. She was thankfully single.

Lived alone and had a cat. She did not seem to be active in much in

her spare time other then reading. But the more I got to know her the

more I could tell that she at least liked to be around me. After

about a month I decided to ask her out for dinner. She seemed kind of

stunned by this and I was beginning to think that she was going to

turn me down when she asked me why I would want to go out with someone

like her. I have been in this position before and from experience I

have learned to play it cool. I told her that I thought that she was

a very nice person and that I enjoyed working with her. She then came

right back with "but you are such good looking Ken, why would you want

to be seen with someone so plain as I?" I paused for a moment and

then just said that I thought she was very pretty and that everyone

has things that they find attractive in a person. She looked a bit

puzzled but then a smile slightly broke out and she coyly said "OK,

what time?" I told her 7 would be good and was there any food she was

fond of. "Whatever you like is fine with me, I'm real easy." How I

hoped she was! But keeping my charm under control I said "Great, can

I pick you up at your place?" She was at ease enough now that we had

worked together for some time that she gave me her address and said

she would be ready at 7.

So with that being said we went back to work for the rest of the day

and never mentioned it again.

At 7 I arrived at her condo and with some pretty flowers in hand I

rang then bell. "Come in" she yelled "I'm almost ready Ken". I

turned the knob and open the door went. In side was a rather clean

and neat place with a large white cat sitting in the middle of the

floor. I walked up to the cat and began to scratch his head when I

head from behind me "Wow, he never comes up to strangers, let alone

most people! I'm very impressed". I told her he had a beautiful cat

and asked what his name was. "Snowball. I'm afraid it's not very

original but my niece named him." "Well hello Snowball." I said and

with that he got up and began to walk over to Carole. I turned around

to see my date and found she looked almost as she did at work but with

maybe slightly nicer colors. Not inappropriate for a date but no

where close to "look at me!" either. And, on top of that, her hair

was the status quo. Same huge bun in exactly the same way as always.

Still, I do love that look so I asked if she was ready to go and she

nodded her head.

We soon arrived at the restaurant, I had picked out a dark and

romantic Italian place that had it's seating in private booths with

curtains. She knew of the place and was actually excited as she had

never been here but always wanted to try it. Score one for Ken!

We were led to our booth and I was given the wine list. "Red or white

Carole?" I asked. "Well, I have never had a drink before so you

choose" she replied. I chose white as I thought that red may be too

much for her to handle for the first time. Our wine arrived and I

motioned for the waiter to just leave the bottle. I raised my glass

to hers and said "to us then." She simply nodded and took a sip. I

could tell she liked it very much and in no time I had poured her

another. After a while the food arrived and we talked about our

childhoods. She grew up on a farm not too far away and her parents

still worked it. I could then see why she dressed the way she did as

she had no other influence then that farm. As the food was finished

we kept the wine flowing. I then ordered another bottle with no

objections from her. Score two for Ken! I finally slowed down her

pace after her fifth glass. I could tell she was now getting a bit

loopy. She then looked at me and blurted out "Ken, why are you here

with me?" With a kind of sad look on her face. I told her again that

I thought she was very pretty and nice to be with but she kept

prodding for another reason. All the while she and I were sliding

around the bench towards the middle of the table. I looked into her

eyes and said "well, there is something about you I just find

absolutely incredible." "What?" was her reply and I moved my hand to

the back of her head and gave her bun a little squeeze. "My hair???

You actually like all this mess of hair?" "Yes, Carole, since I first

saw you fall at the company picnic and I caught a glimpse of it all

falling out everywhere. I was instantly taken by you right then and

there." A smile grew on her face and she said "you want to really

touch it, don't you?" What I did not know was that her hand had moved

under the table and was resting on my lap. I actually did not even

feel it there as she then said "why don't you really touch it, all you

want. Just don't take it down here as I can't get it back up when we

leave". That was all the encouragement I needed and I began to stroke

the sides of the bun. It was so huge and thick! I was in absolute

heaven when I felt something down below. "I see you were not

kidding!" She giggled. "I'm glad you like it. Would you like to play

with it even more?" "Very much!" I almost exclaimed forgetting we

were in a public place. "Well pay the check and lets get out of here."

With that I took her advice and soon we were back at her place.

Once inside she told me to sit down and just be comfortable. I took

off my coat and loosened my tie as she stumbled off to another room.

It seemed like hours while Snowball and I waited for his mistress to

return. Finally, she arrived in a very soft blue silk dress. "Do you

like?" I was awestruck! Her hair was still up but it now somehow

seemed even bigger and I was right! She was stacked! And not a

little but a lot! And this gown did not leave much for the

imagination either. "Snowball, go find a mouse or something" she

giggled as she practically fell onto the sofa half on top of me. We

both laughed and then she said "OK Ken, do you know how to use one of

these?" and she handed me the same brush I saw in her purse. I gladly

took it and just whispered "yes". She turned around with her back to

me and that was the signal to begin. I found that she used very dark

and large pins to keep that mound up. I then remembered those days

letting down my babysitters hair and had no trouble removing the right

pins first to prevent the usual tangles. But I took it slow and

removed each one with purpose. Slowly she was down to only 3 pins

left yet the bun was still mostly intact. "You do know what you are

doing!" She smiled and I could tell this night was one for the record

books! As the last of the pins came out I was still holding the bun

in place with both my hands. "Now stand up Carole" I asked and

together we got up off the couch. Then I said "here we go" and I let

it all just unfold. For a moment I said nothing. And then I could

hear her asking "Is everything alright Ken?" I was in shock. He hair

just piled on the floor! And not a small pile, it lay there like a

pillow! I finally blurted out a yes as I began to gather up the ends

of this mane. I then started to walk backwards almost tripping on the

coffee table and yet there was till more hair! I was over 8 feet

long! The ends were just as thick and full as the top and it was so

soft I was beginning to think I would explode right in my pants. She

then turned around and looked at me. Again, she seems a bit sad when

she asked if everything was alright. I began to see what was bothering

her, she felt that her hair may be so long that it was a turn off. I

look back at her and told her I was in love! She was almost as

stunned as I was with my response as I was with her hair. "You mean

you actually like all this hair???" "Carole, I am in awe. I love

your hair. I love that you have spent what must be your life to grow

it this long and yes Carole, I love you."

Tears came from her eyes as she almost tripped on her own hair running

to me. I let go of her hair and we fell back down on the couch with

our lips locked hard in what seemed to be forever. Finally she lifted

up and said "Ken, you are the only man that has not thought I was some

freak for having hair this long. As a child my favorite book was

about Rapunzel and so I decided to grow my hair just like hers. But I

found in college that every man I went on a date with would end it

short the moment she saw my hair. And back then it was only to my

knees. But I knew some man would someday find me and love it as much

as I do. Ken, you are that man. I love you too".

With that we moved to her bedroom where she had already lit many

candles giving the room the right light for the occasion. She removed

my shirt and pants and I was already at full mast when she let her

silk dress fall from her shoulders to the floor. She then got on her

knees and wrapped her hair around my cock and began to suck the

exposed end of it. Well, that was enough to make any man cum and I

did. All over her face and hair. She did not make a fuss, in fact

she was loving every minute of it! With that she took me to the bed

where in no time I was back reporting for duty! This went on all

night until we both passed out from exhaustion. The next morning I

woke up alone in here bed. As I came too I could hear sounds from the

kitchen. I put on a robe I found at the foot of the bed and followed

the wonderful smells of bacon. There she was, in a kinda frumpy

housecoat with all her hair piled again up neatly in that bun she was

known for. Sit down honey, I have it almost ready. As the memories of

the night before began to fill my head I again became erect. "Carole.

Will you do something for me?" She looked over her shoulder and

sweetly said "Anything for you". "Then turn off the stove, I must do

something that I have always fantasized about… That is if you'll let

me." Without hesitation she turned off the stove and walked over to

me at the table. "Oh my Ken! Again?!" She cooed. "Well sort of. . .

Please sit on the floor in front of me and take out all the pins out

but keep it held together." "OK" she obediently replied and when the

last one was out I opened my robe and slowly inserted my dick into

that bun. "Oh my God! What are you doing?" she giggled. "Something

I have been dying to do all my life, I hope it's OK?" "Lover, do

whatever you want. Infact, don't; pull it out. Just cum in there. I

know you want that." And so I did, I stood up and fucked that bun

silly. I was in total heaven and as I had cum so many times the night

before I went for 30 minutes before I exploded inside that bun. I

knew then I owned that bun, that hair that women. And this was just

what I wanted. After I came she just said "All better Honey? You can

fuck this hair till you drop. I love how you feel inside it."

"Carole, you know what we must do don't you?" "Of course Dear, we

will be married and do this for each other till we die" And she was

right of course, smart girl that she was.

Later after we got cleaned up I helped her get her hair dry, I also

know why now it's always in a bun, it stays wet all day as she never

blows it dry. After we got dressed I said "Can we go shopping? I

want to pick out something a bit less plain for you" "Whatever you

want, I'm yours now to have as you wish."

We went to the mall and instead of going to her usual places we went

to a rather progressive store. I picked out some damn sexy on the

verge of slutty outfits for her and also some thigh high boots to go

with it. "When shall I wear this?" she asked. "Monday morning of

course! This is your new work clothes!" "Oh really?" was all she said

but with a very wicked smile on her face all the time! We then bought

many other outfits and then with our hands full returned back to her

place for another night of fucking like animals. When Monday morning

arrived I told her to be 20 minutes late. I went in first as I wanted

to see the look on all the others in the dept. Soon enough the

elevator opened and out walked what looked like a high priced hooker,

6 inch thigh high black boots, red almost see-thru top with a ton of

cleavage showing and no bra (you see, 40ff's at 25 will stand all on

their own) and a black mini-skirt that when she bent over all you saw

was the little red G-String panties leaving nothing to the

imagination. But up still was the bun. Well, for about 20 steps

when she pulled the one stick holding it all up was pulled in a rather

seductive was and there fell the 8 feet of hair like a cape dragging

behind here as she walked to her cubicle. Jaws were dropping

everywhere. Men who had never given her the time of day were trying

hard to just remember her damn name. Some of the older men started

walking to the men's room for reasons all their own. Women were just

staring wishing they were even half as good looking as her.

As for me, well, I only noticed the 3 carat ring on my wife's hand.

See, we got married on Sunday. . .