The Southern Haircut

The Southern Haircut

Patricia entered Matthew's house, where the main door opened directly into the living room. She got rid of her sneakers, which she preferred for driving and put on black high heels. They served two purposes: first, they completed her enticing appearance, second they facilitated the right height for her hips when the time came.

Matthew was always game for Patricia's looks, but since they had not met for about two weeks, already the expectation made him fidget in anticipation.

They both moved forward to greet each other and to hug. Deep kissing was still off limits according to their agreement, but Patricia gave Matthew a peg on the cheek. She wore a black short dress with a zipper on the back. While hugging, Matthew started to pull it down, and finally Patricia turned around for the last few inches. She stepped out of the dress and unceremoniously placed it over the back rest of a chair nearby. Now she was down to a lacy black bra and matching ouvert panties, black hold ups, and the heels.

This dressing style never failed its purpose of igniting the next stage of lust in Matthew. Even though they had met and enjoyed sex with each other for so often, he could not get enough of the sight of Patricia in sexy underwear. By now, she had a vast collection of lingerie in various colors and cuts. She had added high heels once she had realized their twofold benefits. In her view, the results were worth the considerable investment.

After feasting Patricia's looks, Matthew started caressing her breasts and soon enough her nipples were erect and poking through the garment of the bra. Ouvert panties were new to Matthew: he was surprised to feel Patricia's already moist labia, when he started to stroke her pussy lightly. While she did not enjoy giving oral pleasure, Matthew did. With a small bit of guilt, she liked being pleasured by his lips and tongue very much. Slowly they moved towards the sofa, where Matthew sat down on the ground, resting his back against the seating of the sofa. He gave Patricia a kiss on her pussy lips through the opening of the panties and then pulled them down. Tenderly and with increasing intensity he licked her labia moving from outside to inside, and stroked her clit with his tongue. While he grabbed her hips for better leverage and ability to apply pressure, she took his head in her hands, stroked his cheeks, and tousled his hair. Her high heels provided her the right height for them both to be comfortable in their respective position. Since Patricia was well versed in wearing high heels because of her former business life, she had no issues to remain steady, even when resting one foot on the seating to give Matthew better access.

Soon both Patricia and Matthew were highly aroused. Even though they had sex on a regular basis, it did not turn into a boring routine. Rather, the sensations and the lust increased by gained confidence and mutual reassurance in their actions.

Patricia wanted to launch the next stage and pulled Matthew up and towards the dinner table. He embraced her from behind and stroked her breasts, while she wiggled into his erection. The bra came off quickly. After some more caressing and wiggling, Patricia bent over the table and rested her upper body on her elbows. This allowed her soft breasts to swing freely, a sensation she enjoyed very much and a sight that Matthew adored.

Being behind Patricia, Matthew unceremoniously dropped his T shirt and boxers, stepped in close, and slowly started to push inside her. He did so very slowly, as well for his own benefit: he felt, how Patricia's tight pussy pulled back and ultimately stretched his foreskin as he gained depth and how later it provided the reverse sensation, when he pulled out. Ever since Patricia had found out about the benefits of high heels, both of them were very comfortable in this position.

After a while, Patricia brought her upper body up and Matthew cupped her breasts. He very tenderly rubbed her nipples between thumbs and index fingers. In this position, penetration was only shallow and did not allow for much movement on his part. Patricia compensated by wiggling her hips left and right, creating the friction that fueled their arousal.

After a while, Patricia could not wait any longer and bent forward again. Matthew restarted his rhythmic motions, albeit getting faster now. Patricia started to stroke her clit and became so wet that streaks of her juices flowed down her inner thighs. They both came shortly one after the other.

Once both caught their breath, Patricia and Matthew retreated to the sofa, where Matthew had cold drinks ready. Matthew placed himself in the corner between back rest and arm rest, Patricia sat next to him, and swung one leg over his, spreading her things and pussy lightly. The fluids of both of them trickled out of her slowly onto a thick towel, on which both sat.

After she cooled down with the help of a drink, Patricia noted that Matthew had one of her pubic hairs sticking to his cheek. She picked it from him tenderly and looked down on herself. Her Bush was trimmed back enough to remain covered by most of her lacy lingerie, but no more.

Matthew had never transgressed the limits she had set before they started having sex, or playing her body as an instrument, as they both called it. That provided Patricia with a sense of security, and the actual pleasure they both got from the sexual part of their friendship gave her additional confidence. The combination of both let her explore her desires and fantasies more deeply. Without much rationalization she offered: „How about, if I get a new hair cut?" Matthew responded: „Oh, you just had one three weeks ago, and besides, I really like it, when you tie your hair into a pony tail."

Patricia turned to him and smiled: „Thank you, but I meant further south. How about, if I trim my pubic hair? Is there any style you fancy?" For a long time, Matthew had been a fan of the Brazilian cut, i. e. complete boldness. Since a while, he appreciated smaller patches of pubic hair above the clit or a landing strip as well - it was difficult to make a choice. After a bit of back and forth they parked the topic. Instead they got up, showered one after the other and had a simple dinner with some wine. They watched a movie on television and actually went to bed early.

Patricia and Matthew had come to the conclusion that just because they had awesome sex now, they should not stop all the activities they had shared before: dinners, walks in the country side, art exhibitions, movies in the cinema, talks on contemporary history, and cycling had been regularly on the agenda. For the following day they had made plans to drive over to a town nearby, and go to an exhibition of modern art in the morning, to be followed by lunch in the restaurant of the museum, which had gained quite a reputation recently.

Despite their intense relationship they rarely slept in the same bed, and if, usually in a brotherly and sisterly manner with some distance between them. While Matthew was asleep soon and deep, Patricia was still pondering the topic of the southern haircut. She even grabbed her tablet to research styles and options online. But she could not come to a conclusion yet, and finally fell asleep as well.

Next morning, they rose early, had a cup of coffee and some biscuits, and then drove to the museum. The exhibition included some truly remarkable works, and as was their habit, Patricia and Matthew took off on their own, met again, shared their observations, and started another round, until all parts of the exhibition were covered by both. Lunch at the restaurant was as good as its reputation, and over the food they reflected on the experience. Just like in old times. Both were relieved that the changes in their relationship had no detrimental effects on what they had shared before.

On the way back to Matthew's place, Patricia all of the sudden exited the main road and parked in front of top a shopping center. Without saying much, she took Matthew by the hand and guided him towards a large drug store. „You know this much better than me", she said, and added: „Let's fetch everything that is needed for a full shave." And this was, what they did: razors, shaving cream, and mild ointment. Matthew made sure there was plenty of each.

When they were on the road again, Patricia told Matthew: „I have made up my mind: I want a Brazilian cut now. It's very erotic, and I can grow all the other styles from there. Will you please shave me?". Matthew had had his suspicions and wasn't completely taken by surprise. Nevertheless he was very excited and could just answer „Yes" with a coarse voice.

Once they arrived back at Matthew's place, Patricia laid out her plan in detail: she wanted to take a shower to wetten her pubic hair, while Matthew would prepare some warm water and washing clothes for intermediate cleaning. She wanted to sit and recline on the dinner table, resting on her elbows, so that all necessary items were in easy reach and Matthew would have the chance to sit comfortably.

When she came out of the shower, everything was prepared, and Matthew offered her his hand to guide her to the table, and to support her, while she climbed on top of it, coming to sit on a very soft towel Matthew had laid out. She was a bit nervous, and only then realized that she would have to spread her legs wide in front of top Matthew to give him access. This was something Patricia had avoided until then, because it carried the notion of giving up control. For the same reason they had never had sex in the missionary position: the thought of being underneath Matthew's body, which was so much bigger than hers, made her uneasy.

But there was no way out now, and she pulled up her knees and spread her legs. He took a warm wet cloth and placed it over her bush. Then he fetched his beard trimmer in order to cut away most of the length. He proceeded very carefully in order not to inflict any discomfort for Patricia. Soon, only short stubble was left, and Matthew massaged shaving cream into the patch of hair. He did so very tenderly and thoroughly. Then he took a razor and drew the first line. It went easier than expected, and thus he continued, keeping the pubic hair moist and disposing the razors at the very first hint of dullness. When the hair above Patricia's pussy was gone, he took a break and washed off all remaining shaving cream. Already it was a spectacular sight, as well for Patricia. Now, Matthew had to focus on the area between labia and inner thigh. Here Patricia did not have much hair, but with the main patch gone, it was clearly visible. Matthew now was extra careful not to produce any cuts, and navigated the tender territory well.

With him sitting in front of Patricia and being actually almost level with her pussy, he also had, for the first time, a full view on her butt hole. The sight struck him like lightning. He could not think of anything more erotic and hot than Patricia's tiny butt hole. Despite this challenging distraction, Matthew completed the shave without any incidents. He was fully aware of Patricia's ground rules, which had declared any action in the vicinity of her butt hole as off limits. Nevertheless the picture of her spread and slightly lifted legs and her butt hole in the center immediately was engrained in his memory, and resulted in a full erection at once.

To finish off, Matthew applied the ointment and declared completion of the task. Patricia climbed of the table and walked over to a full size mirror. She checked her view which made her slightly moist. She was proud of her looks. She asked Matthew for one of his shirts. The shirt with only two buttons at sternum height was the only clothing she would wear for the next few hours.

By now it was late afternoon, and both were slightly hungry, but much more aroused. They settled for a light dinner then retreated to the sofa. Matthew started to caress Patricia's labia tenderly. Everything was smooth as silk, and no skin irritation whatsoever. Soon both wanted more and Matthew slid down on the sofa on his back, while Patricia knelt with her pussy level to his face, resulting in a 69 position. Matthew started licking her labia and flicking her clit with his tongue.

Patricia wanted to return the favor. Since she could not bring herself to taking Matthew's penis in her mouth, she resorted to very tenderly caressing his penis. With her index finger she collected the pre cum already present and very lightly rubbed the underside of the penis behind the glans, where the foreskin attached to the main part. It showed an immediate effect and resulted in Matthew moaning in arousal. Patricia realized that her own juices would be more up to the task of lubrication, since they were thicker and did not wear off so quickly. She pushed a finger in her pussy to collect some. Due to Matthew's efforts, supplies were more than sufficiently available.

In this 69 position, Matthew again got a good view of Patricia's butt hole and he dared to spread her butt cheeks slightly, but making sure his hands were nowhere near the forbidden zone. The butt hole even opened up very slightly, as Patricia was fully relaxed and highly aroused by what she gave and what she received in turn. This spectacular view made Matthew increase his efforts even more.

When she could not bear the preliminaries any longer, she turned herself around and moved further down on Matthew's body. She squatted him, inserting his penis in her pussy. Bouncing up and down as well brought her breasts in motion, a joyful sight for Matthew. Nevertheless he used the opportunity to cup them with his hands and to rub Patricia's nipples. When close to his climax, he took the left hand of her breast, reached down, and caressed her butt cheek instead. Patricia smiled her consent and actually wiggled his hand closer to the center line. That pushed Matthew over the edge, and for the first time, he came before her. He was so exhausted by his strong orgasm that he could not return the gift of climaxing.

Patricia did not mind. On the contrary, being able to stimulate Matthew so superbly made her proud of herself.