Hairdresser, Part 1

by Anokil

“Mom, can we talk?“

“Sure, what is it?“

“Well, it's because of my new bikini.“

“Don't tell me that it is too small.”

We spent several hours in town to find her a new bikini. I had given up when she came with this bikini. Didn't she even try it on?

“No, it fits perfectly. It's just that…”

“You don't like it anymore.”

“It's nice, no, it's perfect. I love it. It's just that, you know… my hairs…”

“What's with your hair? Doesn't the colour fit to your bikini?”

Teens, they always have to complain about such things, don't they?

“Yes, no, it, it just, it sticks out, you know.”

“It sticks out? Ohhh…” Now I did understand. Last year it wasn't a problem yet, but this year… She was 14 now and obviously there was a little bit more hair 'down there'. Too much for her bikini to cover.

“And now…?”

“Well, ALL of my girlfriends do shave 'down there',” ah, a 'everybody do this and all other do that' discussion, “and I want to do it too, and…”

“So, just do it.”

“But mom… What? You are all right with that?”

“Sure, why not, I don't mind.”

“Are you sure?”

“Sure I'm sure. Lots of people do that. I shave too actually.”

“Really, you do? Wow, thank you mom!”

She gave me a kiss on my cheek and turned to leave. At the door she turned around again.

“Mom?”

“Yes, you can use my shaver…”

“Thanks!... Err… Can you maybe… do it?”

“What?” I couldn't believe that she asked me to shave her.

“Well, yes. I think that I don't dare to do it myself. If I cut myself…”

Wow, I found it quite daring to ask her own mother to shave her pussy.

“Are you sure you don't want to do it yourself?”

“Please mom. You said that you shave too. You are much more experienced than I am. Oh please!”

She looked at me pleadingly. She was serious about it. She really would let me shave her pussy. But still she also seemed very nervous about it too. Letting her own mother see her most intimate part of her body… I have to help her relax first. If she wouldn't be relaxed she probably would jump on every move I make on her pussy and that will lead to cutting her. And it would be much better if she could see that shaving 'down there' isn't a thing she has to worry about, so that next time she would do it on her own without fear.

“Ok baby. Wait here till I call you. I'll prepare everything. Ok?”

She nodded, still nervous about what was going to come, and I went to the bathroom.

We have a small wooden bench in our bathroom. I put a soft and fluffy towel on it to sit on. A second towel to dry her afterwards. I took my shaver, foam and a small scissor and put these on the bench too. Then a glass of water to rinse the shaver and a dish full of nice warm water to clean her off.

“Ok, honey, you can come.”

Claudia came into the bathroom, more nervous than before. I smiled at her.

“Good day madam. Welcome to Madam Kimbers little hairdressing saloon. I'm Kimber. What can I do for you.”

“Oh mom…”

“Where is your mom?” I turned around to look if there was a second person there. “Well, I'm sure your mom will come later. So let's see…” I walked around her and looked sceptically at her hair. “Yes, maybe we should take off a bit here, and if we comb you hair like that,” I shoved her hair a bit to one side, “yes, that will be a nice hairdo. That's the newest trend from Milano. You will look marvellous like that.”

“Oh mom…” Claudia had to laugh. 1-0 for Relaxation against Nervousness. “I want you to shave me 'down there'” she pointed to her crotch and only mouthed the last words.

“Oh, that's something different. Well, I have several hairdos for that. I can shave it completely bald, or maybe just the lips, or a triangle, a small one, or better a wide one, or maybe a line, a thin one or a little bit thicker if you like, or how about a little heart, that is cute, or would you like something different? Maybe just the bikini area?”

I actually expected her to take the last option. I only added the other options to make her feel a bit more like in an ever so normal hairdressing saloon to get her to relax a bit more.

But then she took me a bit by surprise: “I think a triangle would be nice, maybe… If you can do that?” she asked cautiously.

I really hadn't expected that she would take something else than just shaving the few hairs that were sticking out of her bikini. But it seemed that she was relaxed enough to ask for a nice hairdo.

“OK. No problem at all. So if you would like to undress.”

“Completely?”

“No, I think the skirt and your panties will do.” I turned away from her to let her undress on her own and to make her feel a bit more comfortable doing it. I tried to pretend busy at the washing basin.

“Finished,” she announced after a few seconds and I turned back to her. She was a bit red in her face now and covered her pussy with her hands.

I smiled. “Ok, would you like to sit down here please?” I showed her the towel on the bench and she sat down there, her legs still closed tightly and her hand still covering her crotch.

“Ok, let's see what kind of triangle you would prefer. Would you spread your lovely legs a little bit for me?”

She hesitated a bit but opened her legs and after another second took away her hand. She really had a cute pussy. Nice dark blond hair, still soft. It grew in a nice triangle but was a bit wild at the sides, her lips had few hairs on them, but also there were some hairs a bit too far on the sides, that they would stick out of her bikini. I would have to shave her hairy triangle a bit to sharpen the edges there and, a bit more delicate, I had to shave her lips too, if she really wanted a nice triangle.

I put my hand to the left and right of her cute bush and formed a triangle that way.

“How wide would you like it?”

“Hmm, maybe a bit smaller than that… Yes, no, a bit wider maybe… Smaller again. Yes. That would look nice… I hope. What do you think?”

“I think that you would look nice with every kind of hairdo. But I think you made a good choice. That kind of triangle will definitely look fine on you.”

I took the scissors and wanted to cut the longer hairs at the sides to have it easier when shaving.

“What do you want to do with these?” she asked a bit panic in her voice and closed her legs immediately.

I explained it to her. “Ohh, OK.” She opened her legs again slowly, looking not really convinced.

I started to cut her hair. “Nice weather these days, don't you think?”

“Uh-huh,” she mumbled, watching every single move I did.

“I heard that it will get a bit warmer over the next weekend. Will be a nice summer this year.” I snipped of a few hairs here, a few hairs there. “Very nice and warm to go to the lakes, relaxing in the sun, swimming, getting a nice tan, you know.” I cut a few more hairs off. “Do you know Shakiras new single already?” I finished cutting her hairs with the scissor.

“Yes, I heard it a few times on the radio.” Hah, got her. Shakira was one of her favourite singers.

“Nice song, isn't it?” I took some water from the dish and applied it on her pussy. She didn't move a centimetre and let me do my work.

“It's just great. I had it in my head all day long after I first heard it. I just have to buy it.”

“I heard that there will be an album next month.” I sprayed some foam on her pussy and applied it with my hands. And I realised that this touching was quite intimate. Hey, hey, great news. I was foaming her pussy, wasn't I? Sure I knew that it would be quite intimate before doing it. But now, that I really was doing it… I touched her pussy, I really touched it. And it felt so soft and still looked so cute, even with all the foam on it. And it will look even cuter when I would be finished shaving it.

“Yes, but I'm not sure if I can wait till next month…” She definitely was relaxed. She didn't mind me touching her pussy anymore.

After I had washed off my hands I took the shaver. As she saw it she was getting nervous again. I thought about subjects to talk about to calm her down again. Boys… No, that wasn't a good idea. Shaving her most intimate spot and talking about such an intimate thing as boys. School… too boring. I had the weather already. Clothes… yes that should work. I had bought a new skirt and a matching top the other week and she hadn't shown me all of her new things. Ok, it wouldn't be that much of a hairdresser chat, but who cares.

“Have you seen my new skirt yet?”

“No, what skirt?” I put the shaver on her skin and she grimaced.

“My new skirt. The one with the little tiny flowers on it. I bought it last week.” I shaved off a few hairs on the side of her neat bush.

“No, I don't think that I've seen it yet.” She relaxed a bit, now that she had seen that it won't hurt.

“Oh, it's cute. A bit short maybe, but I think I could wear it anyway.” I shaved off a few more hairs at the sides. She had gripped the bench quite hard at the first cut but now she seemed to get down on the bench again and loosing her grip completely.

“You still look great mom. I think you should wear it.”

“Thank you. For an old lady not bad, eh?” I was nearly finished shaving the sides of her bush. There weren't too many problematic hairs there. But her slit was still to come.

“You are not old mom. From all of my friend mothers you are definitely the best looking… By far!” She was totally relaxed now. I knew that I was still good looking and I knew that she thought so too. I really had hit the right subject.

“Wow thank you. I hope the other moms do think so too.”

“At least all of my friends think so.”

Ok, finished with the upper and easier part. Now down too the juicier parts – her lips.

“Especially the boys think so, mom.” She giggled.

I had to hold her lips with two fingers to shave them. Ok, don't hesitate. I just took her left lip between my fingers and pulled it a bit to the other side and started to shave before she could ask questions. But she wasn't in the mood for asking questions. She was looking quite interested down between her legs. And I realized that she was getting excited. Her lip was getting a bit slippery and I noticed that she was getting hotter 'down there' in an instant.

I had to move my fingers a bit and felt her moist slit. I touched the hood under which her clit was lying. Did she press a bit forward to meet my touch? No, that couldn't be. I tried to concentrate on my work.

Ok, the first lip nearly finished. Wow, was it me, or was it the heat between her legs that made me sweat.

On to the other lip. I slipped while trying to grab it. My finger slipped a bit into her slit. She wasn't just moist there, she was wet. I touched her clit once more by accident. It was now swollen and she did meet my touch. That was going a bit heated up here. I really should hurry.

I managed to grab her lip and started to shave it. My, I could smell her. And her sweet pussy odour made me a bit tipsy. And I realised that I was getting aroused too. But I couldn't escape her pussy perfume. I had to look closely on what I was doing there. I couldn't turn my nose away and I couldn't hold my breath till I would be finished. I inhaled more and more of her intoxicating perfume.

I don't know how I managed to shave her properly, but this second lip took a much longer time than the other one. I saw my fingers not only holding her lip in place to shave it, but I also saw my fingers moving up and down on her lip, on her slit, touching her clit more and more often. She was a wet mess already, moving her hips slightly to stimulate herself more with my fingers.

I should get to an end, I demanded myself. I shaved off the last few hairs, put the shaver away and started to wash off the foam from her pussy with shaking hands. Did I say that I wanted to get to an end? I applied the water on her sweet pussy and really did wash it well. The foam was long gone, but I still applied more water on her cute slit and rubbed it in. I rubbed her lips, her clit for eternal seconds, then I took a bit water again, just as an alibi, and started to rub her pussy again.

She was nearly there and me too. I knew that I just had to touch myself for a few seconds to come, but I couldn't do it there and then.

I was holding my thumb against her clit now and she moved her hips in circles to rub it there. And finally she came, her hips shaking, her head tilted back, mouth agape, sighing softly. What a sight. I just sat there soaking in her sweet pussy perfume and the cute, sexy, beautiful, sweet sight of my daughter climaxing.

As she calmed down again, we both looked at each other for a split second and then tired to pretend busy, just as if nothing unusual ever happened. I washed her pussy once again, then gave her a towel to dry off.

“OK, what do you think?” I offered her a small mirror to look at her 'new' pussy.

“It looks really cute… and sexy,” she said, still trying to catch her breath.

And she was right. Her pussy really looked cute and sexy, so nicely trimmed and just having experienced a nice orgasm.

Maybe the orgasm made it look sexy.

What do you think???