Yellow Sundress

Fort Collins CO

Description

When she walked in I couldn't help but notice the way her yellow sundress clung to her skin. Wisps of the afternoon heat following her in as the door closed behind her. She looked bold, yet somewhat nervous as she approached me. I asked her to sit down and she complied. She crossed her legs and the yellow sundress climbed up her thigh teasingly. "Are you ready?" I asked in a low voice. Her eyes tracked mine and she nodded. "You have done this before, haven't you?" I gently asked with a smile, trying to calm her nerves. "Yeah, of course" she replied with a tense laugh, "but I've never done this much before...". "You'll be fine" I assured her, "you'll love it". She nodded, and then I turned her around. I took my place behind her and lifted her sweat dampened curls from the graceful curve of her neck. I could see her chest rising and falling more heavily in nervous anticipation. Quickly, before she could lose her nerve, I took my tool and carefully applied lubrication to it's most delicate parts. She looked up and caught my eyes in the mirror, gently biting her lower lip, looking more eager now. I gathered her hair in my hand and gently pulled her head back into position. As the clippers buzzed to life her golden locks fluttered to the floor. She closed her eyes, not wanting to watch. My scissors then went to work, smoothing, blending, putting that fiesty edge onto her beautiful softness. In a matter of minutes we were done. She opened her eyes and they went wide in shock and amazement before she bubbled with joy at her new look. She caressed her hair and thanked me profusely, and before I could think of anything to say the bell on the door ushered the yellow sundress out of my world and back into the summer afternoon.