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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 4, 2010 19:05:31 GMT -4
Marilyn looks you up and down slowly. "Well, dear. I think we can work a masterpiece with what we have here."
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Post by makemeyours on Mar 4, 2010 20:14:28 GMT -4
I begun to blush profusely and let out a nervous laugh.
"Well if you think so, then I am in your capable hands Marilyn!"
I try to mask it, but there is a timidness about me. Being very shy when it comes to girls, I find myself in an uncommon situation of being in a room with a lovely woman. I breathe in some more of her perfume, and step aside, letting her lead the way.
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 4, 2010 20:35:55 GMT -4
"Now come right over here, darling." She motions you into a salon chair. "Now, before we get started," she leans in close enough that her perfume nearly overwhelms you, "do you like older women like me, Mike?"
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Post by makemeyours on Mar 4, 2010 20:51:16 GMT -4
I inhale deeply, partly from surprise, partly to breathe her in.
"Uhm... Well... I mean... You're very nice... And uh, attractive."
I must be blushing bright red, hopefully the lighting hides that some.
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 4, 2010 21:07:29 GMT -4
Marilyn steps back and you take her in. Her hair is somewhat short and brown with frosted highlights. She's curvy in all the right places, maybe slightly chubby but nothing distracting or gross. Her perfect makeup obviously hides a few flaws and wrinkles, but it's just flawless to look at. The way she purses her lips makes you squirm in the chair. "Why, thank you, dear. Now et me see what we have here."
She steps behind you and begins to run her long nails across your scalp. "What can we do here, love?"
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Post by makemeyours on Mar 4, 2010 21:12:02 GMT -4
*GULP* "Um..." I squirm in my seat, amazed at how wonderful that feels. "If you think you can do something with it, I'll leave it to you."
oh god, this feels amazing! She is really pushing the right buttons!!
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 4, 2010 21:26:35 GMT -4
She looks at you, eyes on yours in the ornate silver mirror. "Yes, I think I know what you'd like, Mike." She rests her hands on your neck and smiles at you. Her hands are warm as they caress your neck muscles gently, relaxing you.
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Post by makemeyours on Mar 4, 2010 21:32:12 GMT -4
"Mmmmm..." I moan at her gentle touch. Her soft hands begin to just melt my tension away.
"What did you have in mind Marilyn?" I say, closing my eyes, focusing on her scent and touch.
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 4, 2010 21:34:36 GMT -4
"Nothing too drastic, just a little something to bring out that inner you." She purrs, "You know, the one you don't talk about at parties," She chuckles in your ear, her breath warm against your skin.
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Post by makemeyours on Mar 4, 2010 21:47:01 GMT -4
*BIGGER GULP* "What... What are you talking about?" I ask nervously. Nothing comes to mind when I think of some darker side to me, which is what she's making it sound like.
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 4, 2010 22:17:55 GMT -4
"Oh, just something I can see in your eyes, darling." She spins you around and leans you back. "Let's rinse, and then shampoo that hair first, shall wee?"
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Post by makemeyours on Mar 5, 2010 3:32:20 GMT -4
"Sure..." I say nervously, wondering what my eyes are telling you. As I lean back, I am met with a full shot of your wonderful chest, the perfume stronger than ever, as the warm water starts to flow on my scalp.
I sit back and luxuriate in the feeling of the water, and your long nails massaging my scalp. All I can do is sit back and smile.
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 5, 2010 6:14:01 GMT -4
"Doesn't that feel heavenly, darling," she purrs and begins to add some shampoos to your scalp. "This is a very special blend of shampoos. Your scalp should start tingling any second."
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Post by makemeyours on Mar 5, 2010 10:37:40 GMT -4
"Mmmm," I moan in agreeance as the tingling enhances the experience even more. "This is wonderful, please continue."
Oh wow, I hope this lasts for a while! I think to myself, not remembering when I felt this good last.
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 5, 2010 16:18:54 GMT -4
In Marilyn's hands, your black hair is beginning to lighten, taking on a dark reddish luster. She smiles, "Now, Mike, tell me dear. Do you like lots of hair on a woman? Or something shorter and airy?"
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