A Sequel to 'Finding a Soulmate'
I woke early in the morning. I could still taste and smell Kate's cunt around my mouth. She was still asleep after our night of unrestrained lust. We had fucked each other in every hole but I still wanted more. I watched her as she slept. Her newly cropped red hair looked incredibly sexy and the thought of her sitting in the chair at the barbershop as the clippers brutally consigned her hair to the floor still made my cock twitch. I could see tufts of hair sticking out from under her arms and thought back to the pubic shaving session in the hot tub the day before when she instructed me just to remove her hairy ginger bush. The aroma of sex hung heavily in the air as I headed for the bathroom. I looked at my own almost bald head in the mirror with some concern.
The shearing at the barbershop the day before supervised by Kate had come as a complete surprise to me but it had made me realise just how lucky I had been to meet someone who shared my hair fetish. It was something that I had never dared share with anyone before. Kate, however, was quite open about her fantasies and desires. She had, apparently by chance, stumbled on mine which had always remained hidden deep within me. Fetishes are strange things. I suppose everyone has some weird kink in their wiring that ignites their lust and fans the sexual flames. How many people keep them secret? Perhaps some people have a whole drawer full of unrequited fetishes with a few yet to be discovered. I began to wonder if this was true for me or perhaps even Kate. I returned to bed and fell into a fitful sleep only to be woken by Kate's well-used and quite hairless cunt tickling my nose. The invitation to my tongue was soon accepted.
Later, over breakfast, Kate reminded me that her old college friend, Jane, was coming for dinner that evening with her husband, Dave. They were staying the night. I tried to turn the conversation to fetishes and probe for what else turned her on but she was unusually reticent while she busied herself with clearing away the breakfast things and making a picnic. We were going sailing. It was an idyllic morning. We took the small sailing boat up to a deserted part of the lake where we swam and sunbathed until lunchtime. Over the picnic lunch and a bottle of wine, Kate suddenly started to play our sexual preferences game.
" Bleached hair or bald?" she asked.
I was a little surprised, not really seeing where she was going with this, but I replied, "Bleached head, bald cunt."
She shrugged and was silent for a moment before saying, "OK, here's another one. Straight or bi?"
Again, I was puzzled, but after a moment I slowly said, "Bi-curious, I suppose."
She smiled and kissed me full on the lips before pushing her hand into my swim shorts and grabbing my ample forest of pubic hair. She whispered, "Good. You'll be fine."
I returned the gesture by tugging on the hair under her armpits and saying, "When is this all coming off?"
"You'll see", she said and then she turned and dived into the water leaving me with a large unsatisfied erection. We returned to the cabin in the afternoon where we slept before showering and getting ready for dinner. I prepared the barbecue and Kate made salads to go with the steaks. Beers and wine were added to the cooler and we waited for our guests to arrive. Kate was dressed in shorts that hugged her ample backside leaving no doubt that there was nothing underneath and a bikini top that perfectly presented her ample tits. I was more conservatively attired in comfortable shorts and a polo shirt.
Dave and Jane arrived at 6.30pm and after much excited kissing and hugging between the two old friends, I was introduced. Jane eyed me warily, perhaps because I was staring at her in amazement. She was taller and slimmer than Kate, but aside from her small tits and pert arse, what stood out most was her bleached blonde cropped hair that perfectly complimented her aquiline face.
