Chapter 1
Shannon had been my hairdresser for a few years. She was very pretty, but I don't think she thought she was. She also had this quiet wisdom about her. She seemed to understand people and life. Maybe it was because of all that she had lived through. Or maybe it was because of all the things she had heard in her line of work, and turned all of those recounted experiences into a vast storehouse of how humans work.
The only thing I could say that I thought might improve her is a greater sense of adventure. For example, she told me this voyeuristic story about being at the lake with girls from California involving fruit. I really wanted to know the details. What did the girl look like? Tall? Short? Skinny? Curvy? What was she wearing? Bikini? Daisy Dukes?
How did they make her look? Did they emphasize her ass? Was it a nice ass? Did Shannon like looking at it? How did it make her feel? When the girl put on her show, how did it start? What fruit was involved? Were there bananas? Did she remove her top? How did her tits look? How did the other women react? When she focused on Shannon, what exactly did she do? How did that make Shannon feel?
And for the next step of adventurousness, why didn't she walk (either boldly or shyly) up to the girl and kiss her? How did her lips look? How did they feel? Did she use her tongue? What did the girl taste like? How did the kiss make Shannon feel? All things my adventurous mind wants to know.
How did this all start? Was it when my hand brushed her ass while she was cutting my hair? Was it when I asked her out for drinks earlier today? Was it when we started with shots? Two each? Was it when I suggested we act like high school kids and play Truth or Dare... in the bar? Was it when she said yes?
Oh god.... Truth or Dare- in a bar, alone together, after four maybe five shots, the music was loud and the place was crowded. No one was paying attention to us.
"Ok. I will start. Truth or dare?" I inquired.
"Truth."
"Pubes? Full bush, trimmed, shaved, Brazilian wax?" I ventured.
Shannon's eyes jumped up her forehead in surprise. "Oh! Shots and then straight in? No foreplay first?"
"I know women usually need some warm up, flirting, touching, kissing, foreplay... I wanted to skip ahead. I had this nagging feeling that you were already there. When my finger started rubbing the back of your hand after that last round, I was sure I saw you wiggling your hips back and forth on your barstool. If I didn't know better, I would have said that you were trying to get yourself off. I'm just trying to help you out."
And I grinned widely at her, while putting my hand under the table halfway up her leg on her inner thigh, right at the edge of her skirt. Her skin felt feverishly hot. It felt so nice, smooth, soft... shaved I am sure. Shannon slapped the back of my hand, not hard, but her face blushed so bright crimson that I was reminded of the lava from the KΔ«lauea volcano in Hawai'i. And she tried not to grin too big.
"Alright. Truth still but I will guess. You just have to nod yes or no. But truthfully. Ok?" I trotted out.
Pause... then she nodded yes. I smiled. And slowly rubbed my fingers up and down her bare leg... not venturing above the skirt line... yet. But I think she wanted me to. I did.
"You don't like shaving because it itches too much. But you do like the look when you are completely hairless."
She looked down into her drink. The flush on her face spread down to her neck. Then.... Slowly... a nod yes. And then she slammed down the rest of her drink and signaled the barkeep for another round. This adorable girl that kept watching and winking at Shannon everytime she poured her another round. If I didn't know better, I would think she wanted to get Shannon to drop her panties. I know she would be staring if Shannon was dancing on the bar.
"So... You wax. But not regularly. A few times per year. You save it for special occasions. Anniversary. End of hunting season. Outdoor intercourse day."
"How did...?" then silence... then a nod... while returning to examining the bottom of her now empty glass. The bartender magically appeared, licked her lips, winked and poured us two more shots.. Big ones.
"Do you want a turn or should I keep going?" I queried.
"My turn. Truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"What do you want to do to me right now?" she asked.
"Oh. Easy. I want to be alone with you. I want to put my hands on your waist. And turn you around to face the wall. Right in front of that table over there. The one with the giant mirror in front of it.
"Then while I'm looking you in the eyes through the mirror, I want to lift your skirt to your waist... slowly. One hand tracing the outline of your panties over your cute butt. My eyes on your eyes the whole time. Then my other hand moves up your spine, to the middle of your back. And lightly pushes you to bend over at the waist. We continue to look at each other's reflections. Both my hands travel to your waist, your panties fully exposed and covering your bum. I hook a finger on the waistband on each side. And then stop.
"My hips move up close. So close you can feel the heat from my groin radiating through your panties. I'm hoping you get wet. I'm hoping there is a visible spot right at the juncture of your thighs. I very very slowly slide your knickers down a few inches, making the top of your butt crack visible. Seeing that drives my composure away. I have to unzip my pants and take out my dick. One hand holds my hardon, the other hooks your underwear in the middle and pulls them down farther. So I can see deep in between your cheeks. I can't resist resting my stiff pipe on your fabulous ass.
"Is that enough?"
She nodded, looking a little flushed.
"Truth or dare," I quizzed.
"Dare," she answered quietly and breathlessly.
"I think you are already getting there... and I can prove it. In the middle of this bar full of people... underneath the table... reach under your skirt, pull your panties aside... and use your finger to collect some of the moisture already collecting there... then put your finger in my mouth and let me taste it," I dared.
"No! No way! Truth! I want Truth..."
"Tonight... when I ask you... are you going to say yes to things tonight that you normally wouldn't? ... that you have never done before?"
Pause... then she nodded... very slightly... affirmatively... and tried to hide a very slight smile.
"Dare," I put forth.
"I dare you to slide your hand 12 inches higher up my leg. And keep it there for a minute."
My hand had been on her thigh just at the bottom hem of her skirt for a while now... sometimes moving from the top of her leg to her inner thigh. She downed the next shot in one go and signaled for a refill. The mixologist at the bar ran a finger down Shannon's arm from elbow to wrist before refilling both shot glasses.
"I get off at 2 AM," she put out there to Shannon.
Now it's my turn for my eyes to open wider than should be possible. And I very very slowly start to move. In part so no one can see what I am up to. But also to tease her as long as possible. Up one inch..."Truth or dare?" I proposed.
"Truth," she answered. Up two inches...
"C-section scar or V delivery?" Three inches up... "I want to know before you show me."
Four inches up... "Natural," she countered.
Five inches up. "Your turn... again."
"Truth or dare?" she asked.