An Erotic Shampoo
by Raindear816©
(Sweet Lil Wicked One)
The phone rang.
"Hello."
"This is Shannah McKillian."
Shannah was an executive of a graphic design company uptown.
"Shannah, ma cherie, I noticed you have an appointment today at 6 p.m."
It was Jude, he had a distinguishable, Creole-French accent with a molasses drawl. He was the only stylist she'd let within inches of her long blonde hair. Plus, she and he had been flirting subtly for quite sometime. She had a crush on him. Unlike any man she'd met before, he seemed to draw out her outrageously erotic and unchartered thoughts.
"It has been a madhouse here. I'd hate to keep you waiting, cherie. Would you be kind enough to arrive at 7 instead. I want to be able to give you my full attention."
Shannah smiled. She loved hearing his voice. It penetrated her core and made her flush from head to toe.
"That will be just fine, I too have been swamped, so 7 o'clock works out well for us both. "
Shannah's thoughts drifted from the designs on her desk, to the design of Jude's exquisite body. He was the owner and stylist of Salon Nouveau. He was well over 6 feet of hard muscle. His hair was a like rich, dark chocolate that laid thickly down over his collar, complimenting his tawny, olive skin and intoxicating whiskey-golden eyes.
She'd been his client for at least 6 months; and had been enamored with him since the first time his eyes pierced her. Every time she'd come to see him, she made sure to flirt with him. She'd wink (almost involuntarily) at him during conversations. Laughing at his jokes, and sarcasm, she was swept away by his presence. While Jude would style and play with her hair, her leg would be like a magnet to the space in between his legs as he'd stand before her.
His scalp massage was nearly orgasmic. Her entire body would tingle at his lightest touch. She wanted many times to pursue him beyond their professional relationship, but always chickened out. The attraction seemed to be a game for them both. Oh, how she wanted to just skip to more sensual games instead.
Often after an appointment with Jude, Shannah would drive home, fantasizing about being with him. Her sex would be dripping wet once the drive home ended. She'd open the door, drop everything and begin to pleasure herself. She'd strum her clit like a fine violin, while thinking of grabbing those dark chocolate strands of his hair and pushing his face deep into the juncture between her thighs. Then she'd quake as the fault-line between her legs would gush like a broken dam.
Jude was not the stereotypical hairdresser. He was very masculine and secure enough in his masculinity to express himself as an artist of hair. Secretly, he had a hair fetish and this profession was an outlet for him. It was his fantasy to make love to a beautiful woman's hair.
He'd adored Shannah since the first shampoo. She had long, honeysuckle blonde locks that were like a golden haven awaiting his presence. He had entertained the idea many times of taking her hair and doing naughty things with it. He'd memorized the shape, length, texture and silk of her hair. After months of getting to know her through regular appointments, he saw past her hair to the woman within. He appreciated the sound of her delicate voice, her smile, and her petite but voluptuous body. He was beginning to fall for her, HARD.
That's why he cleared all of the appointments for the evening except Shannah's. He'd sent all his employees home for the evening. He needed time to prepare the atmosphere in order to seduce Shannah. He thoughtfully lit candles all over the salon to help mask the scent of perm solutions, dyes, and acrylic nails. He put on some soothing, slow jazz music, chilled champagne, and prepared a tray of cheese and fruit. Tonight he would expose his feelings to her, taking a chance that she would accept him, and hopefully expose much more.
After Shannah left the office, the trip through rush hour traffic was a blur. She was hoping on the off-chance that she'd be the only client left with Jude for the evening. Hoping that maybe there would be some private time to approach him and share her desires and attraction for him.
Her sex life was nonexistent. Her only intimate moments were solo, or with her battery operated boyfriend. Her heart began to flutter as if it had wings as she thought of Jude and the possibilities for adventurous sex with the dark and mysterious man. A small spark of determination lit inside her. Like a fuse traveling towards its explosive destination, it fired along her nerve endings, heating her blood and giving strength to the idea of taking advantage of any time she may have with Jude. That burning desire began to consume her.
Tonight, she'd be like a tigress on the prowl. She would act strictly by animalistic instinct.
She arrived at the Salon, only to curiously find it dimly lit. Brandy, the receptionist, wasn't there to greet her and check her in. In fact, everyone was gone. Shannah began to think she'd gotten the date wrong.
But it couldn't be! Jude had called today. He confirmed...seven o'clock. She thought.
Relief washed over her as Jude emerged. He looked as delicious as ever. What a visual feast. He was lean and tawny like a jungle cat, with the same coiled energy waiting to spring. His gaze was predatory, as he looked at her like he wanted to snap her up. In some indefinable sense, he was more present in his body than any man she'd ever seen. Blood thundered in her ears.
"Hello cherie. So happy to see you! You're more beautiful every time I see you!" He embraced her, catching a whiff of her silken locks. She had a unique scent, like a sweet vapor emitted after the first 5 minutes of a rain shower, with a light musk that lingered and tantalized him.
She held the embrace as long as she could. Feeling his body pressed to hers, she envisioned him naked, causing her pulse to quicken.
Too long without sex, she warned herself silently.
"Wow, looks like it's just you and me this evening," said Shannah with nervous excitement.
Maybe it had to do with those piercing eyes of his. Maybe it had to do with the sharp edge of desire that suddenly sliced through her. Maybe it was because she just wanted to fuck him rigid. She felt creamy beneath her panties.
"Yes, just you and me, cherie. I hope you aren't uncomfortable. All the other employees were finished, so I let them have some time off."
"Mmm, great boss." She was flirting. There was definitely a wink with that statement.
"Did something happen with the lights? Candles are great, but I don't perceive how you'll be able to see how to take care of this mop of mine."
She loosened her ponytail, letting her hair fall past her shoulders.
Jude's heart was pounding and his palms were sweating.
"Actually," he smiled coyly, "I wanted you here...alone." He moved closer to her, his smile turning wickedly sexy.
"All this for me? Jude, surely you knew I was attracted to you. This is too much, really! I didn't realize..."
His kiss interrupted her. He dipped his head down, taking a light nip at her lower lip, sliding a hand around her waist to draw her closer to the sizzling heat of his magniificent body. She shivered.
"I've thought about those lips." He traced their fullness with a finger.
"I wondered how you'd respond if I did this---" He brushed her lips with the tip of his stippled tongue, feather-light, tempting them to part as her breath shuddered out.
Tigress, Shannah! Tigress!!!
"Maybe you should just do this," she whispered and closed her mouth over his in a hard, urgent kiss that sent them both spinning into passion, unable to think, only to feel.
Jude's mouth, hot and demanding, made no pretense of gentleness, only animalistic hunger. He wrapped his hands in her hair, caressing, arousing himself through his secret fantasy. His body was hard against her, the insistent pressure of his desire emitted a power that overwhelmed her.
Long minutes passed as they dove into one another, hands roving, tongues dancing, mouths locked. The soft release of breath punctuated the silence.
Though she'd often satisfied her need to be touched, solo, she starved to feel his hands on her body. Need flooded her, making her almost whimper for more. Shannah ran her fingers across his cheek and into his thick, rich umber hair, as Jude made a low sound like a growl in his throat and pulled her closer.
He had wanted her, but had no idea that kissing her would be like a fist in his gut, robbing him of air, making his head spin, leaving him weak. He was nearly powerless from the hold she had on him.
She broke from the kiss, "Jude, I..."
"Shh...cherie, I want you."
He spoke only inches away from her lips.
"I want you in every way. Give yourself to me tonight, in ways you've never experienced."
Had he read her mind?
Shannah gasped, "Yes."
He undressed her, confirming his fantasy of firm, large breasts with taut beads for nipples underneath the black sheer bra. He watched her hungrily as she shed her clothing, leaving only her undergarments.
"Aren't you going to join me?" Shannah was staring at his clothing, imagining what lie beneath them.
His trance was broken by her inquiry."...um...Oh yes darlin'."
He removed his black T-shirt. A jolt went through her entire system. Jude stood with his shirt off, staring back at her. He hoped she was pleased. For an instant, everything stopped while she stared at the corrugated muscles of his belly, trying to remember to breathe.
Flat ridges of muscle defined his abs and pecs. The taut cannonball lines of his shoulders and arms spoke of power and control, of energy coiled into muscle built by effort and determination. There was a shadowy trail of hair that ran down his belly to disappear in the waistband of his jeans. That fantastic material encasing treasures beneath, dropped to the floor as he kicked it away across the floor. He was exposed now only in gray boxer-briefs.
His body was like a magnet to hers, drawing them to embrace. Time seemed to stop as they savored the mesmerizing sensation of flesh against flesh. Jude's smooth skin over bone and sinew, beckoned her to keep touching him. Her hands explored southern regions where is back dipped low before rising to the tight curve of his ass. And in front, he was well endowed and obviously stimulated.
Suddenly her mind filled with the vivid image of them naked together, her bare skin pressed against his, his hands tormenting her until she was hot and mindless. Her sex began to ooze with creamy delight.
Jude's fingers popped the front clasp of her black sheer bra, freeing the perfect globes of her breasts. One hand slid down to her black lace thong, dipping inside to feel the passion welling up inside and dripping from her. Those delicate fibers dropped to the floor as well.
Shannah sighed against him. The sudden urge of wanting overwhelmed her. As he stroked her supple, shaven mound of flesh, sensations vibrated through her, making her excruciatingly aware of every atom in her body. She needed his hands on her everywhere, needed him to take her to sensual planes untouched, but desperately desired.
She was lost in the moment and stripped his erection from the confines of the exquisite gray cotton. She felt the rigidity and pulse of his throbbing member.
Just as she began to lower her kisses, to kneel and take him into her mouth, Jude stopped her.
"Come with me cherie."
Shannah followed him to the shampoo station. The leather chair before her was ergonomically figured to the curve of the person lying on it.
He led her to lie down. The back of the chair reclined with her weight, comfortably. Shannah felt as if she was floating. This was definitely a detour from the mundane sexual experiences she'd previously had.
She loved it!
Jude edged toward her. He'd imagined she'd feel like this, soft, taut and tempting. He wanted to be on her and in her, but somehow he wanted more, driven by some edge he couldn't name.
Shannah shivered at the touch of his hands. His mouth on hers kept her mind clear of thought. As he worked his way down, brushing lightly, his fingertips slipped down on her torso, rubbing over her nipples until they were unbearably sensitive. She gasped as his fingers stroked the soft flesh, touching a nipple. It jolted her entire system, the heat, the pressure, the friction. Jude rolled the nubbin flesh between his fingers until she moaned and then slipped his hand around the firm globe of her breast.
She arched her back toward him, toward the pressure of that wonderful hand. Need and desire had her twisting against him. She caught their reflection in the mirrored wall behind him. Jude's dark torso against the pale flesh of her body was better than any picture she'd painted of the two of them in her mind.
Jude bent, putting his mouth against her, snaking his tongue over her nipple, sucking, and biting it until she gave a strangled cry, giving the other one equal attention. His mouth was sending her places she'd never been, as he stroked down over her hips, along the outside of her thighs, trailing up along the sensitive inner flesh. In a circle, definitely hypnotic, they ran up and down her slippery pink flesh, as the stroke of his tongue and the scrape of his teeth on her nipples drove her mad. Those clever fingers slid between her folds, finding her hot and wet.
Shannah stiffened and squealed out to his touch. She moved against it. Jude stroked her slowly. Teasingly, he traced a path over her quivering stomach with his tongue. But feeling her shudder against his hand wasn't enough. He wanted, needed to taste her. He found her with his tongue.
She tasted like passion and her flavor was intoxicating to him. Jude knew from her incoherent cries and the helpless motions of her hips, that the swirling tornado of his tongue was pushing her over the edge. He wanted more though, it just wasn't enough. He wanted to feel her moving against him when she came, knowing that she'd surrendered herself to tumbling over the edge. He licked and stroked, sucked and nipped to drive her there. Her throat hummed with pleasure. Those low pitched coos entered his brain and traveled like a soft steady caress down to his groin.
He pulled her open with his hands, squeezed underneath her bottom, thrusting his tongue inside her. Shannah squirmed at the growing pressure. With his teeth shielded by the masculine texture of his lips, he bit down, pushing his mouth against that tender bud that would unleash the firestorm kindled inside her. He drove his tongue in, again and again, squeezing her between his mouth and hands. Her legs felt tingly and began to shake. Her toes curled.
"Mmm---" She gasped for air. "I want you inside me. I want you..."
"Trust me, Shannah.
One hand slipped from her bottom and palmed her belly, her back arched as her hips thrust forward and he pulled her against him with his mouth. At his final draw on her, the dam inside her cracked with weepy passion.
"Let it come, cherie." He urged her on, "Let it come."
Shannah grabbed his dark chocolate strands pushing his face deeper as she cried out. He melted her core and she exploded. As wave after wave of orgasm washed over her, Jude rested his mouth on her sex, drinking her nectar, and smiling behind her flesh, as he felt her femaleness contract and release with each wave. She cooed like a dove and unknowingly caressed his head as it rested there. When her quakes subsided, he rose from her, kissed her softly and whispered upon her lips,
"Now, I believe I owe you a shampoo."
Waking from a dreamy daze, Shannah tried desperately to form words, "w-what? a shampoo?"
As he towered over her, he guided her head up the chair to recline back to the sink. Shannah caught a wonderful glimpse of Jude's turgid flesh, leaking slightly with precum. The enormous vein of the shaft of his cock strained against his own flesh. The head was engorged, a shiny, yet velvety, purple work of art.
Mmmm. She wanted that man. Wanted his cock in her mouth, in any orifice she could offer. What the hell was he doing wasting time on a shampoo?
Warm water washed over her scalp, weighting down her hair. Jude shampooed her hair, giving that awesome scalp massage. This caused muffled moans to escape her. She looked up at him as he towered over her, putting every once of his being into giving her more pleasure. She wondered if he'd allow her to return the favor. Her sex, still swollen and leaking, was now aching for him. Her eyes closed once again.
Little did she know, Jude was conquering his ultimate fantasy.
"Are you enjoying this, my darlin'?"
"Mmm...it's wonderful, but, um..." She opened her eyes to focus on his face in the conversation, but found something she did not expect in the least. Jude had placed his cock in her hair and began to stroke and caress his stiffened shaft with her golden locks.
At first she thought it was very strange. What the hell is he doing?
She watched him with great intensity. She began to get quite flushed, sensual adrenaline rushed over her. Jude was totally oblivious to her unwavering glower.
He began to moan in French as his cock was thrusting a sexual onslaught of her hair.
"Bon, ma cherie! Oui! Oui! Bon, ma cherie!"
His fantastic fucking of her hair became more urgent. Shannah was completely melted from within as those sexy French words were uttered with pleasure in his voice.
Hell, he could fuck her hair however he wanted if he kept speaking that lovely language with that sexy voice.
With his every thrust, Shannah found herself becoming more aroused. Jude was rubbing his thick, hot cock over her scalp, into her hair, grazing her cheek, smearing a bit of precum there. She took her finger wiped it away and sucked it off her finger as if it were a tiny penis.
The wetness of her finger from his essence inspired her to seek pleasure with him. She slipped her hands over her breasts; palming and pinching them until they felt heavy and hot. Quiet moans escaped her in harmony, as Jude's erotic cadence drew him near the bridge over the unchartered, but mystical abyss his body and mind had longed for.
She teased and plucked her flesh, urging her lover on with every tendril of raw, hot sexual excitement. Her clit was swollen, wet, and throbbing. She licked her fingers, wetting her nipples, imagining his mouth over them. She looked up again to find Jude thrusting right over the middle of her scalp; with her strands of wheat wrapped around his shaft. She noticed that his cock-head was leaking, nearly pulsing. She smiled as she watched his every facial expression. His face was one that displayed total ecstasy. His every upward thrust inspired her to slide her finger up and down her slit, drawing circles, and figure-eights over and over. Then, she slipped two fingers inside and began fucking her glistening hole.
Her labial folds were sticky, making squishing sounds with his exquisite French moans. The tension coiled tighter and tighter as she felt both the hypnotic stroking of her hand, and also the lustful thrusting of his cock tangled in her flaxen locks. Jude's molasses drawl and those Creole-French words of sex and pleasure propelled her higher and higher.
He drove harder, gripping her hair, tugging it now. The sweet torment and the intensity of the enthralling sensations for them both were now unbearable. Shannah looked at him and she saw the bulbous organ as it caressed the left cheek of her face, then once again tantalized her forehead.
"Oh Shannah, ma cherie, I want to spill myself into your hair!!"
He was nearly breathless now.
Lust was searing them both, for she was nearly ready to ride the crescent wave of orgasm with him.
"Cum for me, Jude! Just cum!" She urged, and nearly demanded, as he was about to finish fulfilling his fantasy. She knew she would cum too.
So they did.
In a blazing burst, Shannah came, shuddering. Jude's legs began to feel languid. They cried out mindlessly as Shannah gushed and Jude's cock erupted volcanically, sending his molten seed into her blonde haven, filling it with liquid silk. His essence jetted into and over her head, dripping on her face, and landing on the cleavage between her breasts. Jude appeared to be in a daze, dreamy, even euphoric.
Now, Shannah found herself swept into Jude's fantasy.
She felt invigorated, rose from the chair, and pulled the bewildered man down to the floor.
Yes, she realized his fetish for what it was and wanted to enjoy it with him.
Jude spoke in ragged breaths,"Shannah, ma cherie, oh c'est bon! You have know idea how long I've wanted to take your hair, make love to it and condition it with my essence."
She pushed him gently making him lie flat upon the cool tile floor.
She also borrowed his words.
"Shhh, mon cher, it's not over."
As Jude lay there, confused, he was surprised to find Shannah hovering over him with a mischievous grin.
Her hair was sopping wet, from the shampoo, the water, and his extraordinary seminal conditioner. She stood, straddling his naked body at the torso, flipped her cum soaked locks over, coating his flesh and dragged it over his body. She worked her way down, leaving a silky trail from his chin to his toes.
"Mmm, oui cherie." Jude's cock was stiffening again.
Shannah gave a sexy, come-hither smile. "Now it's my turn to share your fetish."
Beginning with a kiss, she hungrily feasted upon his lips and tongue. Then she licked and sucked every inch of his cum soaked body; saving his magnificent cock for last. She was driving him wild, intentionally.
Her warm and welcoming mouth sucked deeply, as her tongue twirled around his rigid shaft. She took him deep into her throat over and over, savoring the length of him. She sucked thirstily as her mouth feasted upon his flesh voraciously.
Just as she felt the vein of his shaft stiffening with a raging pulse, as if it were ready to burst, she moved to squat over him. She let his engorged head tease her clit, then her hole, until neither could stand another moment without penetration. Shannah lowered herself slowly, sinking down as she guided his dense and throbbing manhood into her wanton pussy. She squealed, almost a squeak of delight as she rode him to the base.
Jude stared into her eyes, then watched her tits bounce with every delicious squat. Shannah then separated her hair as if she were making 'pigtails' over each shoulder. She gave them to her lover, as 'reigns' to hold and control the ride. Jude beamed as if he were given the best treasure in the world.
Up and down the core of him, she forced her pussy to coat him like a well oiled piston, with alternations of deep grinding. His grip upon her hair tightened with each mind-numbing motion. Their bodies were now in sweet suffusion, deliciously savoring each other's pulse, and the smell of their sexual musk. Her most intimate muscles clenched and sucked his boulder-like cock.
It was arduous for either to extend their climax. There was immeasurable intensity as Shannah bucked diligently; her hands used his tawny chest as leverage. She felt his entire pectoral muscles becoming rigid. Then, she reached behind her ass, as she rocked back and forth, giving his balls an intoxicating squeeze.
"Cum with me, Jude. Crash and explode inside me."
She rode harder, deeper, faster. One hand on his left nipple, pinching lightly; the other holding his balls as she ground down onto him. Shannah was being relentless.
A Tigress. He brought out the animal inside her. He made her a Tigress.
She began panting, feeling him hit her cervical mound and grazing her G-spot. Jude's hand found her clit, circled it mercilessly, causing the rippled walls of her vaginal passage to narrow, closing in on the explorer inside. That was just enough to send them both over the cliff of ecstasy.
Tumbling...
Tumbling...
Tumbling.
Jude came with a fury. Each eruption caused his body to tremble and convulse as the ropes of his orgasm whipped him like a 'cat of nine tails'. It was all he could do to breathe, much less let the tangled strands of Shannah's hair, free.
Shannah's nectar poured from her, adding to their sensual mix. She rolled off of him and lay there with her head on his chest, panting. Their juices drained from her with every after-shocking quake of her sex.
Jude was trying to regain composure. He looked so relaxed. It was almost if he could fall asleep.
"Mmm, Wow! What an appointment! I can honestly say, I've not experienced such a...um... shampoo in my life. Thank you for this wonderful surprise. This gives a whole new meaning to the word, 'hair-do', she giggled. "What I got was far better!" She smiled with a gleam that could brighten any dark place.
He spoke breathlessly, "Cherie, I will be right back."
"Where are you going?" she said in a whimper.
He just smiled and turned around to step away. Shannah savored the vision of his backside.
GOD what an incredible ass!!!
She licked her lips, as visions of their love-making were still fresh in her mind.
Jude returned, carrying 2 flutes of champagne and a bowl of fresh strawberries.
He handed her a glass. As she sipped the sweetness, he dipped a strawberry into the champagne and traced her nipples with it, then took a bite of the berry and kissed her. He moved swiftly to her aching, succulent nipples.
"Ya know ma cherie, we do need to schedule a real appointment to do your hair, soon." Jude smiled with a devilish grin.
"How's tomorrow...night?" His eyes sparkled.
Shannah smirked using a strawberry of her own, to return the favor, only this time, she moved south.
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