As she entered the Arcade, Diana Sedleigh was aware that she drew the glances of several male passers-by.
The eighteen year old redhead was wearing clothes that were tight-fitting and revealing, a raw silk red shirt and tight black jeans.
Her hair was tidy, but that was all it was, just hair. No style! Nothing!
Looking for the beauty salon that she had been told about by the girls at work.
Then she saw it at the far end of the Arcade. Above the door in slender gilt script ran a legend: Iris Geddes. Hair & Beauty Salon.
As if arriving at a decision, the young girl opened the door and entered. The little shop was smartly appointed.
Diana stood at the counter for a moment as a middle-aged woman came from the back of the shop and approached her.
A woman Diana found herself immediately attracted to. Long, lustrous shoulder-length black hair, skin a rich olive, sparkling dark eyes, and an expressive red mouth.
The woman looked into Diana's eyes as she spoke and found herself quickly losing herself in their deep-blue depths.
She then extended a well-manicured hand with highly polished fingernails, said, 'Hi. I'm Iris Geddes. What can I do for you?'
'Hello. I'm Diana. Nice to meet you.'
Diana took her hand which was warm and soft, but strong.
The girl was just her type, Iris thought, young and succulent. 'Well, aren't you the cutest one?'
'Do you think you can do anything about my hair? I'm afraid it's rather messy.'
'Come through into the cubicle and get comfortable,' she said as Diana was directed into an empty booth at the back of the shop.
Iris could feel the girl's eyes watching her in the mirror as she helped Diana on with the neck towel. The woman then took a seat opposite her.
Diana found herself overwhelmed by this woman's presence as she leaned forward to examine her hair. Looking at Iris's reflection in the mirror, Diana could not help but admire her looks and figure.
Iris had a stocky build but her weight was so evenly distributed that Diana wouldn't have described her as fat. She had tremenedous breasts and obviously didn't wear a bra, which revealed the full maturity of her figure.
Diana couldn't stop looking at her companion. She was very conscious of the other woman's body covered simply by a long white cotton housecoat that buttoned down in front.
'Are you comfortable?' Iris asked.
'Yes.'
'You have a good head of hair, but you'll need a wash and a scalp massage first, then to shampoo it. We might add some highlights later.'
Diana thought that the woman was only being kind; her hair was terrible; she had not taken very good care of it in the last year or so. She had allowed it to grow too long and untidy.
'I want it a bit shorter,' she said, but was not certain exactly what she wanted.
Diana found herself being tilted backwards with her hair being plunged into a sink.
The hairdresser stood over her and massaged her head with soap and warm water. Iris then poured shampoo onto her hands and went to work on the girl's hair.
With her hands busy during the shampoo, Iris was saying very little. But she was fully aware that Diana was again admiring her in the mirror before them. Iris realised that the young girl had been coming on to her ever since entered the salon. And was now checking her out.
There was something very sensual about Iris's touch which affected Diana's senses as her scalp was eased and teased by Iris's firm hands.
'Keep your head still, please,' Iris admonished.
Diana found herself warming to this lovely woman. Not only phyically, but also to her warm, friendy but stern personality. And then there was her perfume. (Diana didn't know what it was). But it was very arousing.
Iris looked once more into the girl's deep blue eyes, again quickly losing herself in their depths.
Their glances meeting in the mirror, became strangely entangled. Iris was very conscious of the delicate whiteness of Diana's skin. The older woman was looking at the girl closely, gauging her reaction. A scrutinising gaze that so excited the young girl.
For a moment Diana was delightfully conscious of herself.
But she also realised that the admiration was mutual. At last she spoke. 'I wish I had hair like yours, It's so thick and glossy, not like my tangle of straw. In fact, I would love to be you. If only I had your looks and body.'
'Thank you, Diana. you've made my day.'
Iris's hands were now lightly caressing Diana's shoulders and upper arms before giving her a gentle hug.
Well, thought Iris, she would see where it would go. She wondered if a girl of Diana's age would be interested in a mature woman like herself. She knew that some girls got a special thrill in being able to dominate an older woman sexually.
Diana sighed, having been told a number of times she was easy on the eyes, but compared to Iris, she felt herelf to be a fairly plain Jane.
'My breasts are too small,' she sighed.
'No. You look wonderful. Your breasts are the right size for your slim body.'
'Thank you, Iris.'
'You shouldn't put yourself down so much,' the woman was saying. 'You have beautiful milky white skin. You've got both the skin and a youthful figure. After we've fixed your hair, you'll look fantastic!'
She paused for a moment and then went on to say, 'Undo your top button and let's look at you. Your neck and collar-bone are perfect, completely without blemish. And I bet your tits are the same. You have a lovely figure and nothing to be ashamed of.'
Diana had never considered herself to be beautiful, but this woman had boosted her self-esteem tremendously.
A fierce fire was now burning in the older woman's eyes.
Again Diana said, 'I'd love to have your body and your magnificent breasts.'
It was while Diana's hair was drying, and the waving operation was about to begin that Iris remarked: 'I've always had to buy over-sized brassieres. I was always so full-breasted, even when I was a kid.'
'Oh, let me see!' Diana cried impulsively.
This time it was the hairdresser who was a little abashed.
'Let me have a look! I insist!'
'You insist?' murmured Iris,
'Yes. I do insist. Now, come on. Show me. Please!'
Without further hesitation Iris obligingly opened her white cotton coat, revealing two delightful orbs. She wore no bra.
Diana was entranced by the show that Iris was giving her. 'You are big, aren't you?' she gushed.
'I'll say I am.'
'Mmm...' mumured Diana.
Diana was taking in the most voluptuous development that she had yet observed. Big breasts with dark brown extended nipples fully engorged and erect. Her large brown areolae were a lighter shade of brown.
A really great set of tits, thought Diana. The melon-sized mounds.
