It also happened that I delighted in having someone play with my hair; I had an unusually long head of it, and derived a great deal of pleasure from having it combed and fussed over.
"Why, yes,” I answered, smiling sweetly, “I would love to have you comb it for me."
I was wearing, as was usual, a thin dressing gown and low slippers, and I was lying in a more or less revealing position, but she seemed not to notice this. Without further delay, she arranged the pillows beneath my back and shoulders, and a moment later was letting down my hair.
After a few moments, I said, “What prompted you to think I liked having my hair done?"
"My last mistress liked having hers done. It was long, like yours."
"Did you like waiting on her?” I asked.
"Yes, madam. She was very kind to me."
"And why did you leave her?"
"She took a husband and is traveling in India,” Gene answered.
"I see. And if she hadn't married, would you have stayed with her?"
"Yes, madam, I liked her very much."
I became interested in this other woman. “Tell me about her,” I said. “Tell me everything of interest about her. Was she very pretty?"
"Yes, madam, she was."
"And you have seen her in an undressed condition-like I am?"
"Oh, yes, madam. I have seen her undressed many times. In fact, she was always undressed when I did her hair and massaged her."
"Oh, you massaged her too?"
"Yes, madam. You see, my former mistress liked wearing low-cut dresses, but unfortunately she had rather small breasts, so she used to have me massage them every night and morning in hopes that the stimulation would make them grow."
"That is interesting indeed,” I said. “And did your treatment help them, and did you like doing that?"
"I didn't at first, but after two or three times I got to like it."
"That's strange,” I said. “What could there be about it that you didn't like? I can't imagine anyone not liking pretty breasts."
"Oh, it wasn't that I disliked massaging them; it was something else."
"Something else?” I asked, curious and warming to the subject.
She nodded. “I hope you won't misunderstand, but, well, she liked to have me take the points between my lips and suck them."
"Indeed! And how often did you do this?"
"Every night and morning, madam,” came the ready answer.
"I see. And you liked doing it?"
"At first I didn't, but after a while I liked it."
There is no telling just where this might have led to had I not, at that moment, received a caller. I was hardly dressed to receive visitors, and I had Gene receive them while I hurried to my room to don suitable covering. It proved to be my aged manager bringing still another member of the company for me to meet. She was a middle-aged woman, rather motherly I thought, and this proved to be so, although she was unusually broad-minded for one her age. We spent a pleasant hour, and then she left.
The spell had worn off, and since Gene had about finished my hair, I retired to bed where I read myself to sleep.
I was awakened by my maid, who smilingly told me breakfast was ready and would be served as soon as I had bathed. Imagine my surprise when she followed me into the bathroom where she assisted me at my toilet, insisting upon sponging my back and drying me. This was rather a new experience for me; I had had maids, but never one who waited upon me literally hand and foot.
After breakfast, I was in for another treat. The morning was bright and clear, and dreadfully warm. As I reclined before a window, Gene said, “You know, madam, seeing you lying there makes me think of my former mistress; she delighted in taking sunbaths each morning while I arranged her hair."
"And sucked the nipples of her titties?” I interrupted, smiling.
Gene laughed and nodded her head.
"All right, dear,” I said, “you can arrange my hair, and then, if you're very good, I'll let you suck the nipples of my titties. Mine, however, are rather nice, don't you think?” I said, throwing the folds of my gown back to better reveal them.
Having been without my lover's splendid cock throughout the night, I was feeling unusually randy that morning, and I thrilled anew when Gene answered, “They are very beautiful, madam, and I should consider it an honor to be allowed to massage them."
"Very well,” I answered. “Since you think them so nice, suppose we let the hair go for the moment. Come here on your knees, so I can determine if you are as good as you are leading me to believe."
I noted the change in her at once as she knelt beside me. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were bright. If I was any judge at all, this girl knew more than she had let on so far.
I noted, too, that she didn't attack the nipples at once; instead, she traced little lines about both my titties, starting at the base of each and circling them in little spirals, coming to the nipples as a last resort. I use the word “resort” because that is the word best suited to it, for I could see from the moment she started on the unusual job that she was trying to arouse me. And she did arouse me, too.
Finally I said: “Really, dear, you are even better than my lover; but he's not so stingy with his kisses!” I saw the strange light in her eyes as she raised them and stared into mine, and I went on, “Naughty girl! I'll bet you did something else for your former mistress, if the truth were known!"
I thought at first that I had carried my naughty suggestions too far, for there came a strange expression over her face; it seemed as though she was frightened, but a moment later, I found this wasn't so. She said, “I didn't want you to know, but-well, I did have to do something else!"
She blushed a little, and I said, “I knew it, you little dear. But don't you think for a moment that makes any difference to me. I happen to know that many women employ girls for all sorts of reasons; I myself have had girls, so you needn't hold any secrets from me. Now tell me, dear, what was it you used to do for her?"
Gene blushed deeply for a moment, then: “She used to make me play with her curls-there,” She said, pointing in the general direction of my pussy.
She still wore that strange expression about her eyes, and I said: “And I'll bet you liked that, too, you little pet, didn't you?"
She nodded, then: “Like I told you, I didn't at first, but I did after a few times."
It was a strange thing, this unusual experience with my maid, a girl I knew little or nothing about; but as I said, I was in a strange mood that day and I found myself liking her more and more with each passing moment. Then, too, there was something charmingly feminine about Gene. And I was suddenly overcome with the desire to see her little pussy. It occurred to me that if I was quite careful and didn't hurry this strange flirtation, I might develop a real friendship with her. If I hadn't mistaken my guess, Gene would prove a splendid alternative when Paul was away.
But I was not going to rush this budding friendship.
I said, “Very well, Gene, you little dear. If you are a really good girl, I'll let you try it on me a little later, but in the meantime you might continue to kiss and caress my titties-it makes me feel dreadfully naughty.” Gazing at her in a most suggestive manner, I continued, “That's what my lover, Paul, does before he gives me his lovely big rammer."