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Post by ashleigh on Feb 28, 2009 22:10:06 GMT -4
I smile, rolling over. I gasp a little as my hairless thighs and chest touch the table, but soon get used to it. I tilt my head to get comfortable, and adjust the towel with it.
I move my small, now-slender body around slightly, my red glossy toes arched and pointed downwards. Still feeling weird and a little suspicious. I feel so different already...
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Post by wannabeglam on Feb 28, 2009 22:11:37 GMT -4
Bambi says, "Let me get that towel baby." She carefully removes it and moves the mass of hair to one side and lets it hang below the table. With your face in the cushion, and thick terry cloth covering it, you cannot see it or feel it. You hear her squirt more massage oil on her hands and begin to work on your shoulders and neck. "Isn't this just the greatest?"
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Post by ashleigh on Feb 28, 2009 22:14:08 GMT -4
"mmm, yes Bambi," I answer, feeling a little curl of hair tickling my shoulder. I assume it's Bambi's. My back starts to tingle and I almost giggle, feeling so bubbly.
"It's a shame though," I mutter, drifting off. "Once I go surfing again my skin won't feel as soft..."
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Post by wannabeglam on Feb 28, 2009 22:15:17 GMT -4
"Oh I don't think so. I mean, next time you go, I can rub lotion on you before and after. I just love surfing! Almost as much as sunbathing."
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Post by ashleigh on Feb 28, 2009 22:17:56 GMT -4
I smile under the terrycloth, the image of Bambi sunbathing in my head. 'She must look so good in a bikini,' I think to myself.
"Yeah," I answer. "There's always a bunch of beach bunnies at the beach when I surf; soaking up the sun, or playing volleyball. I've never been one for sunbathing myself; it takes up my surf time."
I adjust my boxer shorts, now feeling a little guilty that this beautiful girl has her hands on me when I have a girlfriend.
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Post by wannabeglam on Feb 28, 2009 22:21:09 GMT -4
Bambi just giggles, thinking 'men.' She massage your shoulders and upper back and then moves down, carefully sculpting as she goes. "You really ought to just layout and relax a little more. You can still be a good surfer, but taking care of your gorgeous skin and hair should be the first thing you think about. Always!"
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Post by ashleigh on Feb 28, 2009 22:23:34 GMT -4
Bambi's words seem to make so much sense to me, I feel almost bashful. "Maybe I should start suntanning," I say, wishing I could see her through the terrycloth.
"I guess it would be nice to lay a towel and and soak up the rays, maybe play a little volleyball...I mean, skin and hair should be my first priority, not catching waves."
My mind feels so fuzzy, and I'm glad Bambi is there to think for me.
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Post by wannabeglam on Feb 28, 2009 22:26:12 GMT -4
"That's right." Bambi grins. She moves to your rear end and begins to sculpt and shape. Soon you have the basic form of a perfect female ass. We'll have to add more to that later, she thinks. "We can still catch waves, but only after I put lotion on you. And I'll let you put some on me, too."
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Post by ashleigh on Feb 28, 2009 22:27:46 GMT -4
I giggle this time, not noticing how different and pert my butt feels. "I would love to do that Bambi, you have no idea. I'd have to ask my girlfriend first though, if that's okay with you?"
"I'd much rather just tan and laze around though," I mutter, still feeling groggy.
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Post by wannabeglam on Feb 28, 2009 22:30:45 GMT -4
"You can do whatever you want, but I don't think your girlfriend will mind at all," Bambi grins. She moves down your thighs and calves quickly, kneading and shaping as she goes. At your feet, she rubs them gently. "That's all for this part of the massage, baby. You ready to move to the styler now? It's for your hair, and while we're over there, we can keep talking."
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Post by ashleigh on Feb 28, 2009 22:32:26 GMT -4
"I would love to, Bambi, love to. Should I put my clothes back on?" I say, noticing how my skin still feels a bit most, and oddly supple after the massage.
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Post by wannabeglam on Feb 28, 2009 22:36:09 GMT -4
"Oh no," Bambi says. "Sit up and I'll put this robe on you." You do and you toss your hair over one shoulder completely naturally. Bambi smiles as she pulls the terry cloth robe around your shoulders. "Now follow me over here." She sits you down under a machine that looks like a hair dryer, but is at least three feet around. She carefully adjusts the machine so that your hair is all tucked up inside. "Now, let me program this and I want to smooth out those rough hands of yours!"
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Post by ashleigh on Feb 28, 2009 22:38:30 GMT -4
I smile, sticking my hands out to Bambi, not noticing how my wrists are tiny, my arms smooth and slim. I cross my shapely legs at the thigh and smile.
"So does this cut my hair?" I ask, winkling my tiny nose? I still don't notice how it felt so long and curly, but so far I love the treatment I've had here.
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Post by wannabeglam on Feb 28, 2009 22:45:50 GMT -4
"Among other things," Bambi says as she pushes a few buttons and you hear the machine hum to life. Soon the noise is filling your thoughts. You gaze up at Bambi with a grin and she smiles back and begins to work on your hands. "Ever had a manicure? I mean, your hands are so rough and hard!"
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Post by ashleigh on Feb 28, 2009 22:47:53 GMT -4
"No, I never had," I answer, trying to think over the machine's hum. "I would love one though, I suppose."
I smile at Bambi, lost in her eyes. My tiny red glossy toes wiggle, which I still don't notice. "We never talked about the hair cut though," I say, "have you decided on a style for me?"
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