I was thirty-six when all this strangeness started. Thirty-six and married to the same man for seventeen of those thirty-six years. I suppose that was part of the problem, there was such a "sameness" about my life. We live in a small midwestern town in rural Indiana; a town where everyone knows everyone else, and tomorrow will be just like today and yesterday was. Boring and non-eventful. And my husband Norman just as exciting as a tooth ache most of the time. I suppose if we had been fortunate enough to have children, it would have given me some sort of reason for tolerating the boredom. But being childless, I had nothing but time on my hands. It had always been obvious to me that I enjoyed sex much more than Norman. To him an evening of passion was rolling over on top of me, slobbering against my mouth as he pushed his penis into my "not ready for prime-time yet" vagina. He had no stamina; no subtlety; and worst of all, no imagination. The classic "wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am" poster boy. Even though he was the only man I had ever had sex with, I knew down deep that there had to be more to sex than that. As Peggy Lee used to sing, "Is that all there is?" I was determined to find out...somehow....someway. But I never, in my wildest dreams, imagined that it would be another woman that would bring about the changes in my life....
Her name is Doris Glasson, the one and only beautician in our little town. In her twenties, she is blonde and petite, sparkling blue eyes, lips forever curved in the beginnings of a smile, and the sort of shapely body that makes the town matrons whisper to one another behind their hands. Even so, most of the town ladies take advantage of her expertise at styling and perming their hair once or twice a month. A lot of the whispering was because Doris originally lived in Chicago before coming to our little town, and of course, everybody knows the wicked things that go on in "that" big city. Besides, she wasn't even married, for heavens sake! But like I said, that didn't stop them from making appointments to have their limp and greying hair styled and shaped.
It was a Wednesday and it was raining so hard it was flooding the main street through town. I was the last customer of the day, and it was almost dark already, what with the rain and clouds. Just the short sprint from my car into the beauty shop was enough to drench me from head to toe. My skirt felt soggy and chilly, and my thin, cotton, blouse was plastered against me like a second skin. Doris laughed at me as I stood just inside the door, dripping all over the floor.
"I figured you to call and cancel, the weather like this," she said, as she handed me a small towel. "But here you are!"
"Yep," I grinned. "Stubborn, hunh? I don't suppose there's any point in doing my hair. The rain would ruin it anyway." I suddenly realized that Doris was staring at the front of my blouse, and a tiny shiver raced up and down my spine. "I guess you're wanting to close up now?"
She lifted her eyes to my face again, shrugging her shoulders as she looked at me. It was at that precise moment that the lights went out, plunging the interior of the small shop into darkness. "Oh damn," she said, "...lightning must have hit some power lines or something. I better try to find some candles!"
"No," I heard myself say quickly. "I don't mind the dark!" There was just enough light in the room that I could see her face. "I mean that I...I like to be in the dark sometimes...when it's raining."
"Me too," she said, softly. "Missus Wayne? Why don't you lock the door there behind you? And maybe pull the blind down?"
"Marlene," I said as I turned and fumbled the lock on the door and pulled the blind down, making the interior of the shop even darker. "My name is Marlene." In the darkness, I could barely see her as Doris moved towards me. Then her hands clasped my arms just above my elbows, and as she pulled me forward and kissed me, I could hear the rain drumming hard against the windows of the shop. I sucked gently as her tongue dipped between my lips, and I could feel her hands clasping the cheeks of my buttocks as she ground her belly against my own. Finally her lips slid away from my mouth to press against the shell of my ear, her voice a liquid whisper, thick with desire.
"Take your clothes off for me...please?"
We moved apart and I unbuttoned the front of my still wet blouse with trembling fingers, then peeled it off to toss it uncaringly aside. I awkwardly unhooked my bra and slipped it off my shoulders. Vaguely, I could see Doris quickly removing her jeans as I let my skirt slither down, to lay in a pool of wetness about my ankles. I was shivering as I stepped out of my panties, but it wasn't only from any chill in the room. Then she pulled me into her arms again, and as our naked bodies pressed together, I eagerly sought her mouth with my own. We kissed forever in an instant, and then her lips were moving down my neck, her tongue like velvet against my skin, a gasp of pleasure escaping my lips as her tongue paused to swirl lovingly around my fully blossomed nipple, before continuing its journey down over the rise of my stomach. Then she was on her knees before me, her tongue licking its way through my pubic hair, her hands urging my legs apart as she scooted forward, dancing through the arch of my legs on her buttocks, her head poised with upturned face, her tongue finding the swollen lips of my vagina, then stabbing, upwards, deeply, finally arriving at the center of my being, me literally screaming at the pure pleasure of it as she suckled and nibbled at my clitoris, then my insides convulsing as the most intense orgasm of my life danced in rhythm with the storm that raged out there in the real world...
Later, the two of us down on the carpeted floor of the shop, a soft moan of anticipation hissing from her mouth as I lay down on my stomach between her spread-eagled legs, the woman-smell of her causing my nostrils to twitch as my face moved forward into the hollow of her crotch. That first tentative touch of my lips to that dank softness, then my tongue licking gently as she draped her legs across my shoulders, the taste of her inflaming my senses as my tongue dipped ever deeper into that wondrous cavity between her thighs, my lips finding the astonishingly large clitoris, sucking gently at it, savoring the taste of her, as if of a fine, exotic wine, my tongue swirling and my hands under the cheeks of her buttocks, raising her as I eagerly inhaled those strange, alien juices, offering me a ripeness I had never tasted before, but knowing in that fragment of time and space, that I would taste them again...
Three days later, the sun was shining, and the sky was a blue sphere above as I entered the shop. Doris was just finishing up with the reverend's wife, and she flashed me a smile as I sat down to wait my turn.
"Missus Glasson...nice to see you again. What's new with you?"
"Thank you," I smiled back. "Nothing new. Just the same old, same old, I guess." Then I smiled again, but the smile was for myself this time. I knew that the adventure was just beginning for me. I looked up as the reverend's attractive wife stood up, and I felt that tiny shiver at my spine again.
"Oh Margaret...there is something that I have been wanting to talk to you about," I said, brushing my fingertips lightly against her slender wrist. "Maybe we can get together some afternoon when you're not busy?"
"Of course, Marlene," she said. "Anytime, dear."
Doris and I both had our eyes glued to the way that Margaret's tight skirt fit across the round firmness of her buttocks, as she went out the door. Then we looked at one another and laughed as I sat down to have my hair done.........
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