My Hair

This story is based on a story my wife told me about her sex life before we met. Still mostly fiction.

My Hair

Liz invited me to go to a bush party, she calls it the Full Moon Bush Party. She of course has an ulterior motive, and I don't mind. I am a restrained drinker, so come time to leave I will be able to drive. Liz likes to get drunk. No way she can drive.

My name is April, named after the month I was conceived. I suppose it could have been worse; they could have named me after the month I was born in. Heaven knows what they would have named a boy. I am tall, 5 foot 9 inches. The primary features that men are obsessed with are my 32D all natural firm breasts. Somewhere further down the list is my fine long blonde hair. It extends to just below my shoulder blades. Most guys seem to consider it an obstacle to get around when trying to find an opportunity to touch my breasts.

The party is on a Saturday night in July, two days after the full moon. Google tells us it is an hour and ten minutes' drive from Liz's place. Liz is a talker, so I concentrate on the drive while she natters on about whatever thought hits her mind. Google drops us at a driveway up to a farm house. There is no point turning in, the driveway is full and there are cars on both sides of the rural road. I follow the road up to the end of the row of parked cars, and park. It is a clear night and the moon lights up the road. The stars this far out of town are amazing.

Liz gathers her beach bag with food, drink, a blanket and jackets in case it gets chilly, and whatever else she thinks we might need. It does not feel like it will get chilly to me. We walk back to the driveway, and up it. Near the house there are signs. One points to a row of porta potties. "USE THE TOILETS, NOT OUR FIELD" and another one that points to a path "PARTY". We follow the party sign. The path winds through the trees. We see the fire well before we get to it. Someone has piled what look like tree trunks into a Teepee, filled the area between them with branches and lit the pile on fire. I expect it will burn all night. The top of the flames is probably 30 feet above us. From there, a column of embers rise into the sky. Around the fire are a circle of benches and chairs. The site has obviously been designed for a big fire in the center. I notice several fire extinguishers around the outside of the circle at the point where the trees start again.

We find a bench with space and settle. There must be over a hundred people here. Very soon we are surrounded by young men, attracted to Liz who has dressed for men like a flame for moths. I am wearing jeans and a heavy shirt that conceals my breasts. I am ignored for the most part. Maybe one in ten will talk to me. Suddenly Liz stands up and shouts "Eddy, over here" and waves. A guy in the crowd spots her and comes over. She throws her arms around him and kisses him. The crowd of guys evaporates. She has made her choice. They are looking for a new flame. It is not me.

Eddy joins us on the bench, the two start making out. I watch the fire. A young woman comes by with a bucket asking for donations to cover the costs. I drop in $5, Liz and Eddy Drop in $20 each, so I dig out another ten. After a few minutes I notice that Eddy has his hand is under Liz's shirt. Then she stands up and grabs her tote bag. "April, do you need anything from the bag for a while?" She extends it over to me. I rustle around in it, grab a micky of vodka and a chocolate bar. "Thanks." I sit down and watch them wander off and up a path into the woods.

I have a swig of the vodka and eat the chocolate bar. Ten or so minutes later a guy comes around from behind me. He sits next to me. "You have really phenomenal hair. May I touch it?"

I look at him, he seems innocuous enough. It does not seem like a pickup line. "Ah, OK"

He reaches behind my head to where I have banded my hair into a pony tail, he gently pulls it around and over my left shoulder. He stokes it down to the end then reaches back and repeats the process. Now most guys would take an opportunity like this to feel my breast. He doesn't, his hands are focused on my hair, he lifts his hands away from my breast as he gets close to it.

After a few strokes, he asks "Can you take off the hair band, and then turn a bit to face me?"

I reach up and pull off the hair band, leaving it on my right wrist so it will be there when I want to put it back into a pony tail. I spread my hair out with a bit over each shoulder. "Like this?"

He reaches back divides my hair in half and brings half over each shoulder. "Yes." He leans forward and brings the two lengths together in front of me and burys his nose in it. He inhales deeply. "Pantene Sheer Volume, two in one. Good choice for your hair. It would be better if you separate it and have a shampoo and conditioner. Your hair needs a bit more conditioner than the 2 in 1 offers." He leans forward and inhales my hair again. "Wonderful."

"You got all that from smell?"

"Yes, every product and each person have a unique smell. I am a hair dresser. There are some high-end products that would be good for your hair, but they are probably not worth the increased price. Your hair and Pantene Sheer Volume are made for each other." I had picked it because it was a 2 in 1 shampoo and I liked the shape of the bottle. It has a square top lid so you can stand it upside down and the shampoo will be there when you need it. I never considered that it might be right for my hair. It was just convenient.

He goes back to stroking my hair. I had never considered stroking my hair to be erotic. But this man makes it erotic. My nipples are hard as rocks, I could cut glass with them. He has yet to touch them. My pussy is tingling, and I can feel it getting wet.

He continues to stroke my hair, occasionally pushing his nose into it and inhaling. God, I feel like I am about to have an orgasm, and he has only touched my hair. As he stokes down my hair, I put my left hand on his right hand and hold it against me. When he reaches my breast, he cups it and rubs. His thumb finds my nipple and runs a circle around it. I moan. Nobody but him notices.

He reaches back and once again strokes the length of my hair. This time both hands cup my breasts and rub my nipples. I shudder with a mini orgasm. He continues this cycle several times. I hear a cough behind me. Liz is back. I turn to her. She holds out the tote bag. "Follow the path for about a hundred yards. There is a smaller path to the left that passes between two trees. About ten yards further on the right there is a hedge row, part way up there is a break, go through there and there is a private little meadow, just big enough for the blanket."

I take the bag, stand up and flip it over my shoulder. I reach out for his hand. He gives it to me, and I pull him upright. He is a few inches shorter than me. I don't normally consider men shorter than me. I lead him to the path. A couple of hundred yards on I spot the path to the left. It passes through between two trees about four feet apart. When we pass the trees there is a hedgerow on our right. We follow it up to a place where people have pushed through it. I push through and there is a small meadow about 6 feet on a side. I pull through hair guy.

I pull the blanket out of the bag. I realize I left the vodka on the bench. At least Liz is there to guard it, or finish it. I spread the blanket and sit down in the middle. I pat the blanket beside me. He sits where I indicate. He reaches for my hair again. Pulls it back to each side and strokes it down, cupping my breasts at the end. He rubs my nipples a bit then back to the hair.

I undo the top buttons of my shirt. This time after cupping my breasts, he undoes the remaining buttons. Then back to the hair. I remove my shirt, then my bra. He strokes my hair down, cups my breasts, leans forward and kisses each nipple. Each kiss starts a flame of intense pleasure. He leans back and removes his shirt. I run my hands over his chest as he reaches for my hair and strokes it down, cupping my breasts then kissing my nipples. I undo his pants and reach in to find his erection. He is hard, but small, probably five inches. I am a bit disappointed, definitely smaller than average. However, my pussy is leaking and demanding a cock to fill it.

He reaches up stokes my hair and cups my breasts. His thumbs circle my nipples. He nibbles a bit on the end of each nipple with his teeth, then licks it. I shudder with another mini orgasm.

I undo my skirt, shove my thumbs in, hooking my panties and slip them both off. He stokes my hair, cups my breasts and licks each nipple. Then he removes his pants and slips off his shoes and socks. I bring up my knees, lean forward and untie my shoes, then remove them and my socks. I lay back and spread my legs. I have never made love under the stars like this before, it is magical.

He leans over and pulls my hair out from under me, stokes it down, cups my breasts and thumbs my nipples. "You have phenomenal hair, and very nice breasts. You shouldn't hide them away." He throws a leg over and positions himself between my legs. I bring up my knees and spread, offering myself to him. He reaches down and touches my clit. I gasp. He hit my clit without touching anywhere on the way, all the while looking into my eyes.

He strokes my clit with the same tenderness he shows to my hair. Then he pushes his finger down to test my pussy. It is wet. He pulls my hair across my shoulders, and joins the two sides together between my breasts. He falls to his elbows with his hands on my breasts. His penis slides effortlessly into my vagina. I shudder, another mini orgasm. He kisses me, then buries his face in the hair between my breasts. He inhales deeply then starts slowly fucking me. I wrap my legs around him.

His penis is just long enough to brush my G spot. His pubic bone grinds against my clit at the end of each stroke. It does not take long before I whisper "Don't stop, I'm about to cum." Then a few more strokes and "Unggg" and I curl up and hug hum, as I quietly cum. He keeps up a steady pace, his face buried in my hair between my breasts.

A few minutes later once again I whisper "Don't stop, I'm about to cum." Then a few more strokes and "Unggg" as I cum again. He is a wonderful lover. I will never disparage a small cock again.

"Have you had enough?"

"OK?"

He speeds up his pace and then a hard thrust and he cums inside me. He keeps cumming. I feel full of his cum when he stops. He props himself up, breaking my hug, breathing hard and strokes my hair. "You have the most phenomenal hair." He cups my left breast and kisses it. "And very nice breasts." Then he pulls out of me and rolls off to the side. He lays there panting. It is like a cork has been pulled from a bottle as his cum slowly runs out of me. Slowly his breath slows down, then a snore. I look over, he is snoring?

I hear someone coming along the path, so I grab my skirt and cover myself. A head pokes through the hedge. "Ups, sorry, did not realize this was occupied." He pulls out "Come on, there is another place further along." I hear them continue down the path.

I check the tote bag and find some wipes, and condoms. I clean up, and wipe some of the cum off the blanket. I find a baggie in the bag, it contains used wipes, and a used condom. I add my used wipes to the baggie. I find a light days pad and add it to my panties. I am still leaking cum. I get dressed.

I roll him off the blanket. He stops snoring. I pull the blanket out from under him and then roll him back onto his back. He starts snoring again. I fold up the blanket, put it in the bag. Before I leave, I find his shirt and cover him a bit. As I push through the hedge I hear him snort.

When I get back to Liz she is sitting with the now empty vodka bottle. She also has a cup about half full of something, I sit down beside her. She looks over at me, she has trouble focusing. "Did you find it?"

"Yup," I organize my hair back into a pony tail, using the band from my right wrist.

"Was he any good?"

"He was small, probably under five inches, but he was a great lover. Though I think he was fucking my hair rather than me. But he was really good. I came twice."

"Weird. You gonna see him again?"

"Shit, I just realized I don't even know his name. I wouldn't mind a repeat with him."

"Well go back and get his name and number girl, don't just sit there."

I head back to the little meadow. He is gone when I get there. I head back to the fire, and look around. I don't see him. I walk around the area, looking for him. Finally, I return to Liz. "I missed him. I cannot find him anywhere."

"Don't worry, he will probably be at the next one, the Saturday after the next full moon. They hold one every full moon." She taps the cup on her mouth to get the last of the contents. I take the empty cup and sniff it. From the smell I assume it is AppleJack, Apple juice and Jack Danniels. Easy on the apple juice. I assume Eddy got it for her.

"How about you? How was Eddy?"

"Eddy is OK, not a great lover, but an OK lover. I don't think I have ever had an orgasm with him. You got two, that's great."

"Are you going to see him again?"

"Probably, I have fucked him a few times before at these bush parties."

I look around. "Where is Eddy?"

"Oh, he took another girl up the path a while after you left."

I realize that it had been Eddy poking his head through the hedgerow. "Aren't you upset about him fucking another girl?"

"No, he is just a party fuck for me. I think I have had enough, you ready to go?"

I gather our things up and shove them into the bag. I hold out my hand and help Liz up.

"Are you OK to drive? I'm not."

I put my arm around her shoulder. "No problem, I've got you." As we walk back to the car, I hold Liz up to steady her. I get Liz into the passenger seat. She falls asleep before I get the car started. I turn on the radio for the drive back.

Over the next year I try a new hair dresser every time, insisting on a male hair dresser. None of them are him. Every full moon I attend the bush party. He does not. I miss him. I wonder if he might have been the one. Now, every time I brush my hair, my nipples get hard and I think of him.