My Curly Haired Elevator Girl

Love at First Sight.

It was Monday morning and I hate Mondays.

Nobody likes Mondays

My brain does not function till mid-morning and certainly not before my third coffee.

Now where did I put my employee I.D card? I thought as I rummaged through my exceptionally large and disorganised handbag.

Without looking I reached for the elevator call button.

That was not the button I just touched, that was someone's hand.

"Sorry, my fault, first day nerves." called out a voice presumably the owner of the hand.

I looked up to put a face to the voice.

Our eyes met and BAM. That bolt of lightning hit me.

Staring back at me was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen, a beautiful curvaceous woman with a head full of shoulder length curly auburn hair.

"No, my fault, I don't wake up until lunch time on Mondays." I replied.

The gorgeous woman stood in front of me smiled back.

The elevator doors opened and 'My Curly Haired Elevator Girl' got in followed by ten other people pushing me into the farthest corner away from her.

I have to call her ‘My Curly Haired Elevator Girl' because I do not know her name.

The third floor was my stop and I got out leaving the girl that sent an arrow through my heart in the elevator.

Tuesday Morning arrived and I stood hovering by the elevator doors waiting for ‘My Curly Haired Elevator Girl' like some kind of weird stalker.

My heart skipped a beat and my legs turned to jelly as she walked towards me, she did not notice me at first as she was deep in conversation with two other women.

She looked up and smiled giving me a cheery "Hi"

Oh, my goodness, she remembered me, she actually remembered me.

"Hi" was the best reply I could think of.

I had waited 20 minutes for her and ‘Hi' was the best I could do.

We all boarded the elevator and I got out at the 3rd floor for the start of another long boring day as an insurance loss adjustor at Lansdown Insurance.

My beautiful obsession remained in the elevator chatting to her new found friends to be taken to whichever floor or department she worked in.

I could not get ‘My Curly Haired Elevator Girl' out of my head. I am 23 years old, not a young school girl and I cannot even start a conversation with another woman. What is wrong with me, every time I see her my legs go to jelly and my brain goes to mush.

The remainder of the week followed much the same pattern. I would wait in the foyer near to the elevator until she arrived and I then would walk up as if by coincidence we had arrived at work at the same time. We would smile at each other and say "Hi."

I had to do something more positive because my actions were becoming a little bit suspicious if not very weird.

The only positive thing I achieved during that week was to discover that her name was Charlotte and even that was gleaned by listening into her conversations with her new found friends.

The Haircut.

Saturday morning arrived and all I had managed to accomplish in my relationship with ‘My Curly Haired Elevator Girl' or Charlotte as I can now call her was a quick ‘Hi' and a courtesy wave at the elevator doors.

I needed cheering up and the only way I knew how to do that was to shop till I dropped, so a little retail therapy was needed.

After a short drive to Bluewater Shopping Centre, I arrived at a shopaholic's paradise.

Two department stores, three makeup stores and one lingerie store later I felt the need to take the weight off my feet and treat myself to a coffee and a blueberry muffin.

I visited my usual coffee shop and found a vacant table on the esplanade just outside the shop.

I find it very therapeutic people watching and in particular watching the customers visiting the gent's barbershop situated directly opposite the coffee shop and that is one of the reasons why this coffee shop if my favourite.

For reasons I cannot explain I love to watch the guys enter the barbershop with long scruffy hair and exit a short time later with a nice haircut or when I am lucky, a shaved head.

The best thing of all is that the barber's chair by the window gives a full unobstructed view of the haircut in progress and I must admit when I witness a guy getting a head shave my panties have on more than one occasion become a little damp if you know what I mean.

With my blueberry muffin and coffee almost finished it was time to resume my shopping spree. Nothing exciting happened at the barbershop except for a couple of very nice short back and sides.

Then it happened, I saw Charlotte walking down the Mall towards the coffee shop?

She looked divine, 5ft 6ins in height, slim but with a curvaceous figure, I would guess a 34c cup and she had without doubt the most beautiful head of curly auburn hair that reached down to her shoulders.

Dressed in a short red floral summer dress, black opaque tights, black patent leather Dr Marten boots and a faded denim jacket.

Now was my chance to talk to her.

She must have seen me because she was walking towards me but as she drew closer, she veered over to the barbershop.

Stopping outside, she peered through the window and momentarily turned away but instantly turned back and entered.

I had a clear view of the inside of the barbershop and she appeared to be talking to one of the barbers and handing her denim jacket to him.

The barber held out his hand and invited her to sit in the vacant chair by the window.

I watched Charlotte sit in the chair and a striped apron was thrown over her, covering her body leaving just her beautiful head sticking out of the top.

The barber released her long hair allowing it to cascade over the back of the apron.

If what I think is going to happen then I need to stay and watch. I ordered another coffee and blueberry muffin.

I watched intently as the barber picked up a set of clippers and stood in front of Charlotte ready to mutilate her and strip her of her crowning glory.

I was outraged, I was sad and I felt like crying. I would never be able to bury my face in those long luscious curls and smell her beautiful scent but I also felt the excitement welling up deep inside my stomach and between my legs, turned on by the thought of seeing those long luscious auburn locks striped from her head and falling to the salon floor.

With one simple action from the barber the clippers striped a path of hair leading from her forehead to the back of her head passing over her crown.

From front to back, from side to side and finally from nape to crown Charlotte's hair was sheared from her head and all that was left was a truly short crop of dark auburn hair.

The barber stood back and examined his work and appeared to adjust the clippers or take something from them as he approached Charlotte from behind and placed of the blades at the base of her nape pushing them up towards her crown leaving a strip of clean white skin in its wake.

Time after time the barber repeated his actions stripping the short hair from her nape and around her ears.

The clippers work was finally complete and the barber returned them to the work station only to be replaced by what appeared to be a straight razor. Slowly and skilfully the blade of the razor striped the stubble from the lower part of her nape and the skin around her ears.

The deed had been done and the barber released her from the confines of the cape.

I was screaming inside, her beautiful auburn hair had been brutally stripped from her scalp, but my loins told a different story, my vagina dripped with my femininity. I wanted her now more than ever, she had to be mine.

The barber held out her jacket as she paid for her haircut.

As she left the barbershop, I made sure that she was far enough away as I saw her walk into a rival coffee shop further down the mall. I ran over to the barbershop and entered to see the barber sweeping up the Charlotte's hair from the salon floor.

"Hi could you help me, I love crafting and I make dolls and I need human hair to make them look good, could you help?" I said purposely looking down at Charlotte's hair.

It was a crazy excuse I know but it was the best I could come up with. I knew it and so did the barber smiling at me as he gathered up Charlotte's hair putting it in a plastic carrier bag.

"Here we go, you can have this, enjoy yourself and don't get too excited." He said handing it to me.

I could feel my face blush bright red as I turned away.

"Was that your girlfriend?" he asked.

I turned back around to face him.

"Yes." was my simple reply.

The barber smiled and nodded as I left his shop.

He called out to me "You should try it one day."

I quickly pushed the carrier bag full of Charlotte's hair down into my very deep and disorganised shoulder bag and set out to look for Charlotte.

Charlotte sat in the coffee shop staring at her reflection in the shop window with an untouched coffee sat on the table in front of her. I walked in trying my best to look nonchalant.

As I walked towards the counter, I heard a voice I so desperately wanted to hear.

"Hi" Charlotte called out.

I looked across and gave her my best puzzled look.

"Oh hi, we know each other, don't we?" I replied.

"Yes, we both work at Lansdown Insurance and we seem to meet at the elevator every morning, I'm Charlotte but my friends call me Charley" she said.

"I am Clair, pleased to meet you. I recognise you but didn't you have long curly hair?"

"I did but I have had it all chopped off. I have wanted to do it for a long time but have only just worked up the courage to do it." she replied.

"When did you have it done?" I asked.

"Just now, I was incredibly nervous but it felt amazing having it all shaved off."

"It looks amazing and really shows off your features, you look beautiful." I complimented her.

"Can I join you? I have been shopping all morning and have not had chance to have a break yet." I asked.

"Sure," she replied looking at my bags "Anything exciting?"

"No, not really just some clothes for work."

If only she knew I had her lovely auburn locks tuck away at the bottom of my shoulder bag.

I ordered my coffee and sat down next to Charlotte. This was my first opportunity to get a look at her haircut.

The nape and the skin above and around her ears was shaved completely and this merged into short stubble at a point one inch above the top of her ears, the stubble was nicely blended into the hair on top of her head that cannot have been more than a half of an inch in length.

The haircut looked very severe but it suited her showing off her petite features. Charlotte looked beautiful with long curly hair but her new haircut made her look stunning.

Our meeting in the coffee shop could not have gone better and after three flat whites and yet another blueberry muffin we discovered that we both had a lot in common, so much so that I have a date with Charley this evening and it appears that Charley and I both prefer the company of another woman.

I threw my bags down on the bed and looked in my wardrobe to find something special to wear for my date with Charley.

I had almost forgotten the bag I had acquired from the barbershop, rushing to get the bag from the depths of my shoulder bag my hands started to tremble.

I opened the carrier bag and there they were, Charley's long auburn curls.

I cupped the hair in my hands and pushed my face into it.

The smell of her perfume and the scent of the woman I had fallen fall for wafted across my nostrils. The softness of her hair brushed against my cheeks leaving me feeling euphoric.

I could feel the pleasure and sexual energy swelling inside me, as my nipples tingled from arousal, I lifted the hem of my dress and slipped my hand down my wet panties finding the wet lips of my vagina, I slowly slipped my fingers between the swollen folds of my vulva.

I felt my clit swell and the contractions around my fingers as they slid in and out until I could hold on no longer releasing my femininity into my already sodden panties and down my inner thigh.

I fell back onto the bed gasping for breath still clutching the mass of Charley's hair to my face. What on earth had I become, a mad deranged obsessive woman with a hair fetishism or just a woman in love.

Our First Date.

Having showered and dressed in a little black dress and heels I set off to meet Charley at Aphrodite's nightclub, a club exclusively for women who preferred the company of other women.

When I arrived, Charley was already waiting outside and I was happy to see that her recent haircut had not pushed her into the decision to wear combat trousers and vest but she was dressed in a very short and very tight red dress and a pair of extremely high heeled stilettos.

"Hi, you haven't been waiting long, have you?" I ask her.

"No, I have just got here." She replied as she stepped forward to greet me with a full-on kiss on the lips.

Wow this is going to be a great evening.

Saturday evening at Aphrodite's nightclub with Charley was one of the best evenings I had enjoyed in a long time and to top it all off we finished up at her apartment.

If there is one thing that Charley does not do, it is mincing her words.

"Are we going to bed?" She asked walking towards what was presumably her bedroom.

Without replying I followed her like a little lap dog.

Charley stood by the side of her bed and slipped out if her dress to reveal that she had not been wearing underwear for our first date.

Looking at her, all my expectations had been met. Not only was she gorgeous looking but she had a body to match.

Charley held out her hand and I moved into her.

Her hands caressed my breasts through the material of my dress, my nipples hard and ached to be touched.

Charley slipped her hands down to the hem of my dress and drew it up and over my head leaving me stood in my bra and panties. Her right hand reached for my bra strap and with expertise unclipped it letting it fall to the floor.

Charley gently lowered me onto the bed and knelt between my legs before removing my panties and burying her head between my open thighs.

The sight of Charley's shaved head between my legs was almost too much to bear as her tongue explored the soft wet folds of my vulva.

Charley stood and lay on the bed next to me, her fingers finding their way inside my soft waiting pussy.

My hips rose from the bed to meet her fingers as I tried to rub my clit against her hand but she pulled her hand away.

"Please, I am almost there, please touch me, please." I begged.

Charley continued to caress the soft skin of my vulva with her fingers, I placed my hand on hers and tried to move it towards my wanting clit but she resisted.

The pleasure kept growing between my legs and I felt as if I was about to burst, I had the feeling that I wanted to pee. The pleasure and the discomfort of feeling I wanted to pee built up inside me.

"Charley, I need to pee."

What the hell was happening to me, I am with the girl of my dreams and I could not control myself.

The feeling inside me built.

"Just relax and let yourself go, enjoy the feeling." She replied.

As Charley continued to caress the soft folds of my vulva the sounds coming from my pussy sounded wetter than I have ever heard before as the intense feeling grew within me. I just knew I was going to pee.

"Just let yourself go." Charley whispers in my ear.

My body exploded and released all the built-up energy I had been holding back in a wave of watery liquid flooding from my pussy.

Charley continued to caress the soft walls of my vulva causing another wave of watery liquid to gush from me.

I had never felt or experienced anything like that before and all I could do was lie on the bed exhausted trying to catch my breath.

Charley lay down next to me and pulled a bed sheet around us as we fell into a deep contented sleep in each other's arms.

The sunlight burst through the gaps in the window blinds waking me up.

I looked to see the back of Charley's beautiful shaved head sticking up from the bed sheet wrapped around her body. I reached across and touched the soft shaved skin of her nape and traced my fingers up to the stubble just above her ears as she began to wake.

Leaning up on my side I stretched across to her and caressed her naked body, kissing the soft shaved skin on her nape.

Now it was my turn to repay the favour of last night as I slide between the sheets and buried my head between her thighs.

Charley responded and lay on her back opening her legs to invite me in.

Her mound was as smooth as the skin on her nape.

My tongue teased the soft wet folds of her vulva as my fingers slipped between her legs to stroke that soft sensitive skin between her vagina and her anus.

Charley arched her back and pushed her pussy further towards my hungry mouth as my tongue pushed deeper into her. My fingers stroked and fingered her anus as her body began to tremble, Charley screamed releasing her juicy femininity into my mouth.

My relationship with Charley had begun.

Monday morning soon arrived and I took up my usual position outside the elevator.

Charley walked into the foyer talking to friends but this morning was different, she broke away from her friends and walked towards me putting her arms around my neck and kissing me so passionately on the lips.

If colleagues at Lansdown Insurance were unsure of my sexuality, then Charley's kiss left them in no doubt that my preference in sexual partners was female.

My First Time in the Chair.

Charley and I have now become a couple. We spend each workday lunchtime together and every weekend is spent either at Charley's apartment or mine and I cannot believe that a month has passed since our first date.

Friday evening finds me at Charley's apartment.

"I am going to Bluewater Shopping Centre tomorrow; do you fancy joining me? We could do some shopping and have lunch." said Charley.

"Yes, that would be good, are you going for anything special?" I ask.

"I need to get my haircut." she replied.

My eyes widened at the thought of Charley having more hair cut off.

"But your hair is short already."

"Yes, I know but the skin on my nape and around my ears is covered in stubble and I need a tidy up." She replied.

Saturday morning could not come fast enough and I felt like a little girl at Christmas waiting to open her presents.

Charley entered the barbershop as I took my seat in the coffee shop across from the barbers.

With a coffee and blueberry muffin I sat watching intently as Charley sat in the barber's chair. She looked so cute sat in such a big chair with the apron covering her body.

The barber quickly clipped her nape and the skin around her ears, finally shaving her with the straight razor.

Her haircut on this occasion was nowhere as dramatic or exciting as her first visit to the barbers but nonetheless my panties suffered from my excitement.

The barber released Charley from the confines of the apron and as she stood paying for her haircut, she seemed deep in conversation with the barber, both looking over in my direction.

Charley joined me at the coffee shop and we sat drinking our coffee.

"Your hair looks good and I can see why you said you needed it cut."

"You should try it." She replied.

"Try what?" I asked.

"Getting your hair cut at the barbershop." She replied.

"No that's not for me, you're so pretty and short hair suits you."

"You under estimate yourself, you are beautiful and you should stop hiding behind all that hair."

My hair was quite long and unruly. It was nothing special and you could call it quite drab. It was a dirty brown colour and came just above my bra strap, which you would never guess from looking it as I always wore it in a ponytail to hide it away.

"Do you think?" I asked.

"Yes, just go for it, you won't regret it and believe me you will really enjoy the experience." She said with a cheeky smile.

I stood up and asked her "Will you still love me with short hair?"

"You know I will, do it for me."

"Are you coming in with me?" I asked.

"Get in softy, I'm staying here and getting another coffee."

I walked into the barbershop watched by Charley as she sat sipping her coffee.

"Good morning young lady. I always knew that you would return one day." said the barber.

It was the same barber who had given me the bag of Charley's hair the month previous.

I sat in the seat that Charley had just vacated as the barber fastened a paper strip around my neck and covered my body with the same apron that had covered Charley and I am sure I could smell Charley's perfume on it.

The barber stood in front of me with a set of clippers in his hand.

"Has your girlfriend asked you to have your hair cut?"

"Well, yes she has persuaded me to have a change of image." I replied.

"Believe me this haircut will change your image. Your girlfriend has given me specific instructions on how she wants me to cut your hair."

So, the conversation between Charley and the barber had been about me.

"Has she asked you to cut it as short as hers?"

"You could say that but your style will be unique to you. You have a beautiful face and great bone structure and this hairstyle will enhance your features." he replied.

I watched as the barber adjusted the settings on the clippers expecting him to attach a guard that I had seen him do when he cut Charley's hair but alas, he did not. He lifted the hair on my forehead and placed the warm bare blades of the buzzing clippers at the hairline and pushed them back towards the crown of my head.

I watched in horror through the mirror image as a 2-inch-wide path of hair was stripped from my head. This was not like Charley's haircut, she retained at least some hair on her head but the skin on my head was clearly visible through the very short stubble.

The blades of the clippers returned to front of my forehead and a further path to the right of my newly shaved patch was shaved.

"Fuck! You are shaving me bald." I cried.

"Trust me you will look beautiful; I can tell by the shape of your head."

My mind was screaming STOP but my body told a different story.

The blades of the clippers stripped my hair relentlessly sending shock waves through my body ending in my stomach and my thighs. The soft delicate flesh of my inner vulva swelled and moistened as my clit became erect, I could feel my panties become damp, if not wet and I was extremely thankful that I had worn sensible cotton panties with a good strong gusset and not a flimsy thong.

I touched my head and all I could feel was a rough prickly feeling not unlike touching sandpaper.

If I thought my ordeal was over then I was completely wrong as the barber dispensed a handful of shaving cream from a dispenser quickly covering my scalp in the soft creamy foam.

With a straight cut razor in hand, he stripped the shaving foam and the remnants of my hair from my head. The feel of the cold steel razor gliding across my scalp was heavenly sending shivers down my spine and into my inner thigh. My body started to tremble as the pleasure inside me built.

The barber misunderstood and presumed I was trembling because I was upset.

"Don't worry, you look beautiful already and when I have finished you will be irresistible." He said trying to reassure me.

Little did he know that I was enjoying every pass of the razor and I was having to use my full resolve to stop me screaming out in pleasure.

With my head completely shaved the barber wrapped a damp warm towel around my bald dome. Now that did feel special and so relaxing that I almost feel asleep.

After a short time, the towel was removed and my scalp was once again covered in shaving foam and shaved. I could not understand why he had to shave me twice but once the shaving foam was gone, I could see the finished result.

My head was completely smooth and shone like a billiard ball. I reached up and touched my scalp. It felt so soft and the feeling of my fingers exploring my newly discovered baby smooth scalp sent tingles through my body.

All I could do was stare at the woman looking back at me in the mirror. It was me but it was not me. She was bald, completely bald. She was beautiful, she was sexy, she was desirable.

I started to smile and this did not go unnoticed by the barber.

"See I told you that you would look good, did you enjoy the experience?" he asked.

"Oh yes." was all I could reply as I gave a little shudder.

I watched as the barber swept up the remnants of my hair that lay on the floor beneath the barber's chair and put them in a plastic carrier bag.

I was released from the confines of barber's apron and was joined by Charley who had now entered the shop.

"You look amazing." She said as she placed her hands on my freshly shaved head and kissed me on the lips.

I paid the barber as he handed the carrier bag containing my hair to Charley.

"As you requested." He said to Charley.

Charley leaned into me and whispered "You are not the only one with a hair fetishism and the barber told me what you did after I left the barbershop when I first had my haircut."

Before leaving for home, we did some clothes shopping and Charley had one special shop she wanted to visit. The adult toy store.

I had never been in the store before but Charley knew her way around and I have to admit to being a little embarrassed as we stood waiting to pay for her purchase, an exceptionally large black strapon.

"We are not going clubbing this evening, we are staying in, having a Chinese takeaway meal and for dessert I am going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before." She said loud enough for other customers to hear.

The girl behind the counter with long blonde hair handed Charley her purchase and said.

"Have a good evening and I hope you enjoy your meal."

The Chinese Takeaway Meal.

The Chinese meal was delicious and I could not wait for dessert.

We spent the evening drinking wine and chatting until Charley took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom.

"Just stand and say nothing." she instructed.

Charley slipped off her dress and stood in front of me wearing a black lace bra and panties with matching suspender belt and black stockings.

Charley stood closer to me as I reached out to caress her.

"No, do not touch me, you are not allowed to touch me."

She slowly undressed me and I stood naked in front of her.

My body was completely hairless apart from my eyebrows.

Her finger tips reached out and stroked my bald scalp, slowly caressing the smooth white virgin skin on my nape and around me ears.

Charley opened the bedside table drawer and took out a blindfold placing it over my eyes.

"Trust me." She said.

Her fingers nails scraped across my scalp and down to my nape tracing down to my breasts. Her touch was so gentle using just the tips of her fingers and finger nails.

Being blindfold only heightened my senses and every touch of Charley's fingers pushed me closer to orgasm.

She teased my nipples making them erect and sensitive, her fingers traced down to my stomach and over my mound. I stood waiting for her fingers to enter my wet and waiting pussy but became aware that I was alone.

I reached up to lift my blindfold.

"I told you no touching and that includes your blindfold."

Charley returned, held me by the hips and turned me so that I was facing away from her. She pushed me gently on the shoulders bending me at the waist until my hands met the side of the bed.

And then I felt it.

The tip brushed against the outer labia of my pussy.

Slowly, gently she eased the length of the strapon's shaft into my wet and swollen pussy.

The strokes at first were gentle and slow but grew in speed and intensity until I felt the base of the shaft banging against my perineum, the soft sensitive skin between my pussy and anus.

Charley held onto my hips as she thrust back and forth pushing me further than I had ever been pushed before. I was experiencing new delights.

My body trembled uncontrollably as I released my femininity, Charley withdrew but I had not finished reaching climax as I continued to squirt until I fell exhausted onto the bed.

Charley joined me on the bed and removed my blindfold as she reached across to the bedside cabinet and pulled out a plastic carrier bag, opened it up and pulled out my sheared hair. She cupped it in both hands and said "I love you."

She kissed me then buried her face in the cupped hair.

Charley and I are now married and we live in her apartment. I still have a shaved head but no longer go to the barbers. Charley shaves it for me on a weekly basis.

At my request Charley has changed her hairstyle and she now has a head of naturally curly auburn hair that touches her shoulders.

There is nothing better than sinking my face into those luscious, beautiful auburn locks as she stokes my shaved head.