Hi guys,

This is my first post here.

I saved the story, the title is " The Shop", by Minstrell. My file was saved on Jul 1998.

I copy it here, hopefully it is something you're looking for.

My other favorite is "A Long Daydream", a longer story than this, which include a bun fucking scene.

This is the story:

The Shop...by Minstrel

It was nearly closing time at my small beauty shop when she came in. She looked beaten and defeated, her eyes were down cast and her mouth was tight as her slow reluctant steps brought her to the counter.

"I have to get my hair cut.", she said in a voice that I could hardly hear.

Trying to lighten up the situation I laughed and said, "You're in luck. I do that here."

She tried to smile but it just wouldn't come.

"I think we should get started", she said and I led her to the chair. For the first time I saw the mass of shiny coal black hair that was fastened to her head. It was huge! Trying to keep the excitement from my voice, I said, "Well let's see what you've got here." and started removing pins while she stood beside the chair. As it came loose it's softness caressed my hands as if it were begging for it's own life. Having a fetish for long soft hair myself, I knew I would be hard pressed to actually put a pair of shears into this incredible hair. She was ridged as steel as her hair fell free at last. It hung down her back, past her butt, her knees, and stopped just above her ankles. My hand shook as I reached out to the silken mass. My cock in my pants was straining to get to it.

With a voice that was tight with sexual strain I said "Well, let me brush it out. Why don't you sit down." I held her hair like a veil as she sat. I started to brush reveling in it's texture and softness. It was thick all of the way to the bottom with no signs of split ends. As I brushed she seemed to relax a bit. I just kept on brushing. On and on enjoying the feel and wishing I could wrap it around my cock. I figured that she would want to keep it so I wouldn't be able to enjoy it even after she left. I noticed that she had leaned back into the chair and had taken a small bit of her hair and was rubbing it against her cheek and throat. Her breathing was getting quicker an her eyes were shut. Without thinking, I commented, "You seem to enjoy having your hair brushed." POP! The spell was broken. The rigidity came back she sat up straight and said, "Let's get this done." I tied her hair into a braid and put the cape on her. Still stalling for all I was worth I said, "Why would you want to remove such a magnificent part of your self. I can see how much you love your hair." Then the sobs started! Crying and breathing in great heaves she said, "The guy that I'm seeing thinks I'm some kind of freak. He'll leave me If I don't cut it! he says, "My hair turns me on more than he does and he won't compete with a mop!" "He sounds like an idiot to me.", I said. "Leave him and find some one else." She turned now angry eyes toward me and retorted, "What man would want a woman who can have an orgasm just having her hair brushed?" Not quite believing what I had just heard I murmured, "I would." The reply she had ready died on her lips. She looked at me with astonishment. "You?" she exclaimed, "But you were all set to cut it off." "I know.", I said "But I really didn't want to." She then looked down to my crotch where my cock was turning my pants into a tent. "But you got all excited." she said.

Turning slightly red I admitted that I had gotten rather excited but it was the feel of her hair and not the thought of cutting it that had turned me on so much. She said, "Let me get this straight. Hair turns you on? A lot?" She took her braid and lightly brushed the soft end across my cheek. I closed my eyes and sighed with pleasure. "it really does. You are turned on by my hair.", she said, "Do you like it down... there...too?" She smiled as she brushed her hair down my chest, belly and over the front of my pants. I thought my Zipper was going break! "OK." she said, "As of right now there seems to be an opening for a man in my life." "Do you know of anyone who might be willing to take the job? Taking care of this hair is really a two person job." She untied her braid and handed me the brush and said, I don't think you were finished yet were you?

I continued brushing her hair. I couldn’t really believe it when she really did have an orgasm! When her breathing had settled down to normal she turned to me and said, "It’s your turn. Have a seat." She indicated a chair next to us. I went and closed up the shop then sat where I was told. I stammered out, "ba but you don’t even know me!" She smiled and kissed me on the forehead. "My name is Magdehlyn, You can call me Maggie. What’s yours?" I stammered out my name and she said, "There. What else do I need to know? Your name is Charlie, you love my hair as much as I do, and I think you are a very caring affectionate man. Good nuff?" She had incredibly dark eyes that bore straight into mine as she knelt before me. She put her hands on my knees and ran the up to my thighs. Then she opened my fly and the snap of my jeans. Still looking into my eyes. she rose and kissed me. Her lips were soft at first and the kiss grew in intensity that made my toes curl. god, with a kiss like that, who needed hair! Well... I did. she pulled my jeans off and again knelt before me. My cock was already ridged with the anticipation of that was to come. Smiling, she pulled that wonderful mass of her hair to the front and deposited most of in my lap. I groaned. The soft silky weight of it caressed me in a way that nothing else could. she pulled it away and the strands brushed my cock with their softness. Nothing could compare with the feeling. She gathered it in kind of a pony tail and held it a couple of feet from the ends. this she brushed back and forth over my lap and cock, on my thighs, up my belly, back and forth. As my breathing increased, she wrapped it around me and slid her hand up and down over my hair covered cock. soon I had all I could take. I gasped, "I’m going to come!" Maggie Smiled at me and said, "I thought that was the idea." "But your hair." I panted. "I’ll make a mess in it." Maggie increased the speed of her message. "If you make a mess, I guess you’ll just have to wash it for me. Besides, it’s you job now." With that I started to come. She covered my lap with the rest of her hair as I gasped and shook and started to spurt my seed into the soft black masses that covered me. Maggie laid her head in my lap and held me around the waist until my paroxysms of pleasure were over. Then she bestowed upon me another of those award winning kisses. Whew!!!

We worked as much of my cum into her hair as we could. Being mostly protein I thought it make a unique conditioner. We went on to the shampoo bowel. I got the water just right and started to wet down her hair. It wouldn’t all fit in the bowel at the same time so I started with her head and worked my way down gradually to the ends. Maggie sighed as I worked the shampoo into her scalp and messaged her head. I cleaned all of the cum out and worked up the lather nice and thick. What a mess I made. There was lather all over. I rinsed her hair and then had to take a little time out for some gratuitous kissing. Maggie really did seem to enjoy being kissed. I put some Pantine Pro V conditioner in to her hair and we sat and talked while it soaked into her wonderful hair.

We talked about wants and wishes, dreams, hopes and goals. In a few minutes, we did a lifetime of talking it seemed. We certainly found the lust, now it seemed that love could be there too. We rinsed the conditioner out of her hair and gently wrung the water out of it. I toweled it until it was just damp and combed it. Maggie again sat down and I put her hair into a few small braids to dry. It would be a mass of soft waves when it dried and the braids were combed out. When I was finished, Maggie kissed me again and left. She was going to inform the deposed boyfriend and invite him to take an airborne attempt at intercourse with a rotating pastry! Soon she would be back and we would start the task of getting acquainted and building a life together. I couldn’t wait!