Last time I have posted story about transformation of Alfred gopal and Catherine. Now I am again with you with a wonderful story of their first head shave.

Alfred and his friends have their get together party  every  Saturday night. This Saturday  Henry and Dolly was away at Dolly’s home town and two more friends were also out of station. Hence the get together party was cancelled. As such Alfred and Catherine decided to enjoy them selves at their home. At about 8 PM they were ready. As usual Catherine is in a back less top and short mini skirt. she is wearing a six inch high heeled sandal and heavy makeup as wished by Alfred. Alfred is in A Tee shirt and Bermuda.

“ Cathe could you prepare a drink for us".

“Yah. Alfy. Wait for five minutes. I will be back with drinks".

She brought whisky , soda and two glasses and some  fried peanuts. They started their drink.

Catherine lite a cigarette . “ Alfy darling you want cigarette".

“Cathe dear I don’t want a separate one now. I will share with you".

The sight of lighted cigarette in her dark red lipsticked lips was very exciting for Alfred. He kissed her lips. He very much liked the taste of lipstick.

‘Cathe  we got a free Saturday night  after a long period. Let us have full enjoyment today. Let us go for a head shave tonight".

“ Alfy I also thinking for that".

Now a days Catherine is in Inverted bob style, which she had opted  during last month hair cut. They were planning for a head shave since a long time. But in India it is not possible for a woman to go public in shaved head unless there is any reason for it. If they were Hindus they can have their head shave in a religious place. But as they have converted  to Christianity it is  not possible for them shave their head for religious cause. Hence they have already arranged wig with short hair style for her.

“Cathe let us go to the bed room for head shave".

Both them went to their bed room. Alfred arranged head shaving kit.

“ Cathe we are alone. Then why we want to cover our self with clothes".

“ Alfy Iam ready . Undress me please".

Alfred removed clothes of Catherine. Now she is wearing a string panties and Bra. Catherine undressed Alfred . He is in his red briefs.

As Catherine likes hair less man body and she is an expert  beautician now, she had already  waxed Alfred’s complete body  to smooth like a woman. She could not stand the sight of hair less chest ofAlfred. She began to suck his nipples.

Catherine is sitting in front of the dressing table mirror. Alfred switched on the clippers fitted with 1/8"  guard. With in five minutes Catherine’s inverted bob hair changed to a scalp close small hair.  Alfred was thrilled  to see her new style exhibiting all the high lights of her beautiful face. Now he applied hair remover cream on her head .

“cathe now we have to wait for ten minutes for the cream to work. Till then you can have my head shave. “

Alfred sit in front of the mirror. Catherine took the clipper and removed its guard. She switched it on and gave Alfred a very close head shave. She applied shaving gel on his head and shaved his head with the razor. She once again applied the gel and again shaved to  smooth.

Now  they went to the bath room . with the help of towel and hot water Alfred wiped Catherine’s head . Complete hair has been washed off to get a super smooth head shaved. Alfred put his hands on her head. It is smooth like a baby’s skin and very shiny also. Alfred’s coke got stiff on seeing her new look.

He asked her to sit on the stool and rubbed his coke on her head. When he was to cum he adjusted their position such that to complete mass fall on her head. She wiped the complete mass on her head. Now Alfred lift her in his hands and took her to bed for having full enjoyment.

It had been a busy day; Elliot had spent that morning traveling for a business conference in LA.  He was tired, jet-lagged, and hungry.  “I wish I could go back to the room and just crash," he thought to himself as he checked into the hotel, which was the same place the meeting would be held at, but knew he had to be in the meeting room in 20 minutes and they wouldn't start without him.  Grabbing a cup of coffee and toying with the idea of running up to his room for a quick cat nap, a familiar face stepped off the elevator.

He recognized her immediately.  “My god," he breathed, “she looks exactly the same."  And she did.  It had been nearly 13 years and she still took his breath away.  She was wearing a red outfit with white trim, which he immediately recognized as a flight attendant uniform.  She was walking briskly, suitcase in hand, all business.  He was so shocked that at he didn't move, and before he knew it, she walked out of the building out of his sight.

Thought you wouldn't have known it to look at him now, Elliot had been known as the class nerd in high school.  He was shy and skinny, with a gawky way about him, glasses, a big nose, and scruffy hair.  He mostly kept to himself and didn't have a lot of friends.  He just felt too awkward and nervous when he had to talk to people.

He spent most of his high school years wistfully watching everyone else be everything he wasn't, and he was known as the computer nerd.

He had also had a crush on the same girl since first grade.  Her name was Elizabeth, and she was the most well-loved, beautiful girl in school.  Tall, athletic, olive colored skin, she was part Indian and had thick, glossy jet black hair which fell all the way to the small of her back.  Elliot spent the better part of  school years lusting after her; in Elementary school, before most of the boys had even started having crushes, Elliot would watch her from afar as she talked and laughed with her friends, and he would imagine what it would be like to hold her.  When they were in high school, he'd masturbate and think about what she looked like naked: the image of perfection next to him in his bed, her soft, olive-colored skin, her deep brown eyes, her sensitive smile, her angelic voice, his hands lost in that beautiful thick hair of hers.

He loved her because he had never met anyone more beautiful, but it was more than that.  Elizabeth was the only beautiful and popular girl he'd ever known who was actually... sweet.  She never made fun of unpopular kids like himself.  She had a heart, she was generous, she was nice and never had a mean word for anyone.

Of course, he doubt she knew he even existed.  And now, nearly twelve years later, long after he gave up hope of ever seeing her again, he finally saw her again.  Incredible.  His first instinct as he watched her leave was to run after her, but the meeting was about to start, and he'd be in serious trouble if he wasn't there.  So instead of running after her, he sprinted to the elevator and made it just in time.

The meeting was dull, as he predicted, and  LONG.  He knew he'd probably be in there all day, and he found himself antsy and distracted, thinking about her.  He would find her later, he decided.  He had to.  If she was staying at this hotel he would surely run into her eventually.  He looked up at the huge mirror on the opposite wall of where he sat and stared at his reflection – a handsome, confident man stared back at him.  He was no longer that gawky, scared little boy he once was.  He could do this.

But then a little voice inside his head started. Do what?  it said. You're happily married, pal, remember?  And he was.  He had been married for several years to a wonderful woman he had met in college named Faye, and he knew he was lucky to have her.  He never once thought of cheating, but now thoughts and old feelings were resurfacing as he thought more about Elizabeth.  “This was the girl of my dreams for half my life," he whispered to himself.

He was stuck in meetings for the rest of the day, and by the time he got out, it was late in the evening, and he was drained, yet as he walked towards the elevator, he found himself going back down the the lobby where he had seen her come off the elevator some hours before.  He sat in one of the cushy arm chairs and sighed.  “If she's a flight attendant, she could have been flying out and could even be gone for days," he thought glumly, and realized chances were he'd be gone, back to his wife and kids, before she returned.  He sat there for a few more minutes, thinking, and then finally decided to go into the hotel restaurant before they closed and have a couple drinks to calm down.

It was mostly empty, with a few people sitting at the bar mainly.  He took an empty seat and ordered a drink.  He felt very depressed.

The bartender looked up at someone coming in behind him.  “Hey, Liz, I thought you were leaving today?"  he said.

At the name LIZ, Elliot turned around, and lo and behold, there was his high school crush walking towards him looking tired and worn out herself, still pulling the same suitcase she had earlier.  She smiled tiredly at the bartender and sat at the other end of the bar.  “Hey, Phil.  No, my flight was canceled.  I've just spent the whole day at the airport and I could use a night cap.  The usual, eh?"  Plunking her purse down next to her, she sighed, putting her head in her hands.

“Sure thing," Phil responded.

Elliot was again, too shocked to move.  He sat there staring at Elizabeth for several minutes, and he couldn't believe his luck.  Now that he was so close to her and he realized he had a chance, he began having second thoughts.  He just wasn't sure now.  What if she brushed him off or left or something?  This seemed like a once in a lifetime opportunity and he really didn't want to blow it.

He watched her as she took her glass of wine and slowly began sipping it, all the while chatting idly with the bartender.  It was just like old times; Elliot watching from a far as Liz talked and laughed.  Oh man, this was almost too much.

Finally, the bartender tended to his other customers and Elliot knew it was now or never.  Taking his wedding ring off his finger and slipping it into his pocket, he got up from his seat and slowly walked towards her.  “E-Elizabeth?"  he began tentatively.

At the sound of her name, she turned slowly, and looked just like a model with her thick hair in a professional bun and he felt his knees go weak.  She looked him over, and responded, “Do I know you?"

“Um... well, no, not really... but I know you.  Well, we went to the same school.  You grew up in Denver, right?  We attended school together."  He was rambling.  God damnit.

He half-expected her to burst into laughter and turn away, but her face broke into a smile.  “Really?  You're kidding!"  she paused, and looked at him again.  “I don't recognize you at all."

“Well, you wouldn't," he said hastily.  “I... look a lot different.  My name is Elliot, by the way.  Can I buy you a drink?  I heard about your flight cancellation, that's too bad.  Can I buy you a drink?"  he slipped into the seat next to her, smiling.

She allowed him to buy a round of drinks and they began talking.  He couldn't believe he was really talking to her, and gradually he felt the feeling come back in his legs and realized that talking to her was so natural; she was just so sweet and friendly, and she seemed to be enjoying his company, too.  They talked about everything, from the old days, to what was new with her since then.

“I've been living here in LA since graduation," she told him.  “I had a huge fight with my parents and moved here with a friend.  My friend didn't last a month, and moved back, but I stayed.  It was definitely a learning experience.  I was broke, living in a rat-infested studio apartment in the worst part of this city, and for awhile I was hanging out with some really shady people, which is how I met my husband."

At the word husband, Elliot's stomach lurched.  “You're married?"  he squeaked.

She laughed.  “Oh god no, not anymore.  It didn't last long."  She trailed off here, and Elliot sensed she didn't want to talk about it, so he looked away.  Elizabeth smiled, and took another sip of her wine.  “Anyway, I'm doing great down.  I've been working for Virgin Atlantic for five years now, and I have a cute little condo on the beach.  My life is busy, but enjoyable.  What about you?  Are you married?"

“Who, me?  No," he lied.  “I've just been, you know, busy, with my career... guess I haven't had time to settle down with anyone."

She nodded, and he looked carefully at her expression.  Was it just his imagination, or had she just beamed?  “So are you seeing anyone?"  he asked her a minute later.

She paused.  “Not officially," she finally admitted.  Another pause.  “I guess I'm like you.  Haven't found the right person yet.  Plus, I work a crazy schedule.  I guess I'm just too picky," she laughed.  He couldn't believe such a lovely, breath-taking woman was still available!  This was too good to be true.

They had several rounds of drinks together, and every time her glass of wine went half-empty he'd single to the bartender to bring another.  The entire night he kept his eyes focused on her, never once tiring at looking at how beautiful she was.  He could see her face becoming flushed and her eyes looked tired yet she was animated, even flirting with him.  He became excited.  Soon they were the only two still left in the restaurant and they sat with their heads close together, knees touching, talking in hushed voices.  He could clearly see she was fairly tipsy.  Suddenly she let out a huge breath.  “I don't usually drink this much," she admitted slowly.  “I guess I'm just tired and it felt good to talk to someone from my neck of the woods... sometimes I really miss our old school, don't you?"

“Well, not really," he admitted.  “I wasn't popular like you were."  This created an awkward silence, and fearful he'd blow it, he tried to distract her by tentatively placing the tips of his fingers on her knee.  At his touch he sensed her shiver, and instinctively she brought her legs closer together.  He quickly let his hand drop, and said, casually as possible, “You look tired.  Would you like me to walk you to your room?"

“Sure," she responded, and he stood up.  “Hold on," she said, and picking up her glass, she downed the rest of her wine in one go.  Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she smiled sheepishly up at him, but he only laughed, and arm in arm, they began walking back towards the elevator.

She leaned heavily against him and he realized she was a lot drunker than he had realized.  He held her tightly as they waited for the elevator, and when  the double doors opened and they walked in alone, she began to grind against him passionately.  He immediately got a massive boner and couldn't stop himself; he leaned down and began kissing her slender neck.  She let out a loud moan.  “Kiss me," she whispered.  He didn't hesitate; pulling her face towards his, he began to kiss her beautiful mouth – a soft, wet kiss, and her hands were all over his body.  After a moment the kiss broke and he continued to kiss her cheek, her chin, her ear.  “Oh god, oh god," she whispered over and over.

The elevator doors opened and he led her off, but she quickly took the lead, leading him to her room.  Once inside they made a mad dash for each other again.  Part of him wanted to rip her clothes off and be inside her, and the other part wanted to slow down and enjoy this moment.  Before he could make up his mind, she started to pull away.  “Wait," she said.  It took all his self control for him to stop.  “What is it?"

She didn't say anything for a moment.  She was breathing hard, and he could smell the alcohol on her breath.  She stumbled across the hotel floor and turned on the lamp near the bed.  Bathed in light, he could see her face was flushed, her bun loose, her eyes slightly blood-shot, but she was still the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.  Yet he could tell she looked troubled.  She sat on the edge of the bed.  “I have to tell you something," she said.  “I... lied earlier."  She paused again, and he waited for her to continue.  “When I acted like I didn't know you... I was lying.  I did recognize you.  I recognized you immediately, I just... I don't know.  I don't know why I pretended..." she trailed off, and he could tell she was visibly distressed.

He walked towards her, sat on the bed next to her, and put his arms around her.  “Don't worry about it," he heard himself saying as he stroked her soft hair.  “Why are you so upset?  It's no big deal."

“No, it is," came her muffled response.

“What?"

She lifted her head to look at him, her soft brown eyes troubled.  “It is a big deal," she said quietly.  “I was embarrassed.  I..." she sighed.  “You were one of the most unpopular kids in our school.  And when I saw you tonight, I knew immediately, just by looking at you, that you were successful, happy, fulfilled.  I felt so inadequate next to you... like a loser for not being as successful as you.  I was embarrassed.  I didn't want to face you."  she sighed.  “Plus, I was so attracted to you."

Elliot was flattered.  “Wow," he said.  “I'm flattered, really.  But it's okay.  You're right, I was a loser in high school."

“No--" she began.

“No, it's okay, I was.  But you don't have to feel like this.  You aren't a loser.  When I saw you tonight, I was blown away, I had forgotten how beautiful you are... look at you, even know... you're so..." he trailed off and they began kissing passionately again.  She began moaning again and he began tugging at the waist band of her red skirt roughly.  Suddenly it broke free and he realized he had broke the zipper.  Pulling it down roughly, he could see her little white panties and her thighs.  Her crotch was wet, and he could see her pubic hair, so thick and dark, right through the white panties.  “God," he whispered, and began to reach for them.

But she stopped him.  “Wait.  I'm not sure about this."

“What?  What's wrong?"

“I... I don't want to give you the wrong impression.  I'm really not this kind of girl.  I'm not easy.  I really like you, I don't want you to think--"

“I could never think like that about you," he told her tenderly, and began to pull at them again, but she stopped him, again, this time more firmly.  “No, don't.  Please.  Let's just call it a night.  We can see each other again..."

But he knew he'd never get another chance with this girl.  When this trip was over, he'd go back to Denver.  Back to his wife and kids.  He'd never get this opportunity again.  “No," he said flatly, in a voice completely unlike his.  Without waiting for her response, he grabbed her wrists—hard--and forced them to the mattress.

She was so taken aback she didn't respond right away, but he began tugging at her panties again and she yelled.  “Stop it!"  she shrieked, trying to push him off her.  But he was too strong.  They began to struggle, and he wrestled with her for a minute.  Soon he had her on her back, her wrists firmly placed to the mattress, unable to move.  She became scared.  “This isn't a joke," she said.  “Get off of me now," but he ignored her and the next thing she knew, she could feel added pressure on her arms.  “What are you doing?!"  she shrieked, and as she looked up she saw he was tying her wrists to the bed posts with her shredded skirt.  Soon she was tied securely, and he stood up.  She tried to move, but she couldn't, and he watched her for a minute, pleased at the look in her eyes.

Now she was scared.  “What is going on!?  Let me go!!"  she began to cry, and the tears streamed slowly down her face.  “What has gotten into you?  I thought... I thought... did you plan this?"

Elliot didn't respond right away.  He was so turned on by Elizabeth, half naked on the bed tied up, completely at his mercy.  His cock began to grow to full potential as he thought of all the possibilities.  He could feel something slowly crossing over in him, though he didn't know what.  “This is for your own good," he could hear his voice saying.  She began to cry some more and protest, but he didn't listen as he got up and went into the bathroom to retrieve something.

As he walked back into the room, he stepped out of his clothes and was soon standing in front of her naked, his throbbing dick dripping with pre-come.  Never in all his life had he felt so horny.  His cock was aching, but he took his time.  He was going to treasure this.

She watched him out of the corner of her eye.  She could see something shiny in his hand, but she didn't know what.  “W-what are you doing?"  she asked through her tears, and he could see she had been crying so much she had drenched her shirt, making it transparent.  Her hard, dark nipples poked out.  Without thinking he began ripping her shirt off, exposing her bra.  Then he lifted his hand and she saw he held a large pair of shiny silver scissors.  Her eyes widened.  “ W-what are you going to do?!?!  Please don't hurt me!  You're a f***ing psycho!"  But he ignored all of this and slowly began to cut her bra right off her chest, making sure not to accidentally cut her skin; the sharp scissors sheared through the material easily and with the last snip, broke free, and her large, supple breasts sprung out.  He was aching so much now and concentrated with every once of self-control not to jump her.  Instead, he lowered the scissors and began cutting her panties straight up the slit until her pussy was exposed.  Then he ripped them off her waist, throwing them to the floor. He looked down and saw her pubic hair was as thick as the hair on her head.  Thick, dark hair which had probably never been cut.  It nearly drove him mad with desire; there was nothing he loved more than f***ing a woman with a thick patch of pubic hair.  He reached up and also began undoing the bun on her head; her hair came loose and cascaded down over her chest and pillow.  Her hair drove him crazy; it was so beautiful, and he knew now he had to do it, he just had to.

Now Elizabeth was stark naked on the bed, her wrists still securely tied to the bed posts, but her legs were kicking freely.  Worried she would kick him where it would matter, he gathered up the rest of her clothes and used them to tightly fasten her kicking ankles to the bottom of the bed.  Now all her limbs were tied and she couldn't move at all.  He stared down at this beautiful girl, powerless and crying, enjoying it all.

Elizabeth continued to cry.  “Please," she said through her sobs," please don't rape me, Elliot.  Don't do this to me, I'll do anything you want, I'll--"

Elliot finally spoke.  “I'll make a deal with you," he said quietly, and Elizabeth stopped crying, looking up at him hopefully.  “I won't rape you," he told her.  “But I am going to go down on you; you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

She responded by spitting in his face  “No," she said hotly, panting deeply, “this is so wrong and perverse.  You're an absolute monster."  Yet, he could tell she almost liked the idea and he was glad she was so against it.  He would enjoy beating her into submission.

“Tell you what," he said,  “I'll go down on you for five minutes, and if you can sit there without having an orgasm, then I won't... punish you."

Without waiting for her to respond, he dove down with vigor and began to devour her hairy pussy.  He started off slow and gentle, softly licking her slit and around her clit.  Since he had tied her legs, her thighs were pulled apart, but he could feel the muscles begin to tense, and he could tell if she wasn't tied up she'd have brought her thighs together to wrap around his head.  He continued to lick her, slowing gaining speed, then he was lapping at her clit.  She began to tense and moan, and her pussy was wet with her juices.  It excited him so much to see her like this, and he continued to lick her clit, hard, over and over.  Now she was screaming with pleasure.  “No, stop," she said, but there was no real authority in her voice, and suddenly, without warning, she began to scream, her pussy contracted, and he could feel her push her pelvis up to meet his mouth in a powerful orgasm.  He continued to softly lick her until she settled down, then he slowly sat up and without missing a beat, grabbed a handful of her thick hair – the same hair he had fantasized about so many years ago - brought the scissors to her nape and slowly closed the blades around it.  He began cutting through her thick hair, lock by lock, and she was still so weak from orgasm that she didn't realize until he had already cut off a huge portion of her hair what he was doing.  Suddenly she gasped and began to flail around on the bed, shrieking.  “Stop it!  What are you doing!  Please, Elliot, please, not my hair, not my hair!"  But it was too late, and if anything, her cries of anguish just turned him on more and spurred him on.  He cut all her hair, and it fell around her in thick masses, covering her naked body.  Soon her hair was completely shorn, and her once beautiful mane was now reduced to an uneven shag cut.  He was still horny, so he brought the scissors down and without missing a beat, began to attack her pubic hair, cutting it short and crass.  When he was finished, she was crying hysterically, and quickly, before his boner diminished, he ran into the bathroom to collect a razor and shaving cream, and began to shave her pussy bald.  Soon it was smooth and clean looking, and he wiped it with a damp cloth to get rid of the stray hair, then immediately mounted her and began to f*** her bald pussy.  She was moaning again and he f***ed her hard, watching her huge tits move back and forth until he came.

When he was finished he got off her, then covered her head with shaving cream and slowly began to shave her head.  He brought the razor up and down her head slowly, careful not to miss a spot.  By this time she was so tired and beaten that she no longer fought, but sat there idly while he shaved her.  Soon she was bald, and he looked down at this girl who now looked like a stranger to him.

Finally, after what seemed like an hour, he slowly began to untie her.

It is the happening that occurred during a wedding anniversary beauty treatment session that I gifted to my wife Shoba. She is a very loving girl without whom I do not know what I would do. She is with shoulder length hair and skin that goes dry in winters.

We have been married for few years. We were about to celebrate our wedding anniversary so I thought I wanted to take her on a holiday. But before that I wanted her to have some beauty treatments done to her. I told her to spend an awful lot of money on herself in a parlour on skin treatment and a hair trim.

Shoba agreed then she remembered that our neighbor used tell her that a beautician used to visit our neighbor for home treatments. So shoba said that she would call the beautician.

She called the beautician and fixed an appointment on Friday as it was a house visit and our anniversary was Saturday. She told her that it was going to be preparation for our wedding anniversary. The beautician said that she would be at home on Friday early as that day she was flying to Seychelles for a holiday by a midnight flight.

On Friday the beautician arrived just as I was to get ready to leave to office when shoba introduced me to her as the beautician Rambha. As she came into the house carrying a leather bag I could but help noticing her. Rambha was gorgeous. She was of average height. She was wearing a white top and skirt. Her dress was giving ample scope for her breasts to get noticed. They were more than a handful. Her face was spotless with lips that were luscious. She had her hair in a ponytail. From the size I could make out that it was step cut. She was dressed for the kill, which had to be, as she was a beautician.

She came in and wished me saying that Sobha had said that the beauty session was for our anniversary. She said " you must be loving your wife a lot". I agreed. Sipping coffee that shoba had given her she asked how she would Shoba to look on our anniversary. I don't know what happened I blurted saying `as gorgeous as you". She blushed and felt very sexy at getting the unexpected compliment. I felt embarrassed that I had just said that. She said `Thanks its OK' I was about to excuse myself and go to office when she asked me to stay back and see the transformation of Shoba. I was reluctant at first but then when she said she would transform Shoba I said ok and called office to say I am not coming.

She told me to feel comfortable and started talking. She said that she was flying to Seychelles to relax on the beach. I said, " Why Seychelles as it was pretty far and not frequented by Indians". She said that is the main reason as she had landed herself a roll in a movie for which she was to get ready. I did not understand why she needed to go to Seychelles to get ready to act in a movie.

She asked if was there anything, which she had to give attention to, I asked her to give Shoba a massage, as Shoba's skin was dry. And then style Shoba's hair like what she had just a little longer. She then asked me how do you know what kind of style she had. I become a bit bold and said `as you are a beautiful beautician I assume you will have a nice style'. She then released her ponytail to reveal a short step cut which ended at her neck. I told her that I had been telling Shoba to get her hair styled well. Shoba told Rambha that I have a liking for girls with short hair or better still no hair at all. Rambha looked at me very mischievously and said" Ahha". She said she too liked short hair and that too had helped her in getting the movie offer. She turned to Shoba and said ` shall we start'.

Rambha said she would thread first , facial , hairstyle and then finally a massage
She made Shoba sit and shaped her eyebrows. I saw Rambha was very good using the thread. She then gave Shoba a facial with some creams she said would restore the glow in Shoba. She then placed two pieces on cucumber on Shoba's eye and said we need to wait for 15 minutes. As it was taking time I asked her ` tell me about the movie which I am sure you got becoz of your good looks. And what is the connection with Seychelles, is it being shot there'. She said `Thank you for the beautiful compliment and No. I need to get ready to do the role.' I was taken aback. `What is this preparation?'

Rambha first was reluctant and seeing her I said ` Forget that I asked you.'
She immediately said "I have got a role in a movie that is French.' `Congrats on getting a French language film, but what is the connection with preparation in Seychelles.'

Seeing my confusion she said ` I told that it is a French film. You know that French are a very forward lot and supposed to be very good lovers'. So saying she stopped.

When she said the word lovers I felt that there was more to this. I asked, "Are you doing adult material". She asked me why I asked. I said I felt it could be so as she had used the word lovers.

She first hesitated and then " if it's confidential I shall tell you". I said that we would be mum and that she could trust us.

Rambha said "The film is about nudists I have to do some love scenes. I will also be wearing very little and becoz it is about nudists I should not have any bikini tans which I have. So I am going to Seychelles'.
I first did not register and realize what she said. I said `Ok , why Seychelles you had said there coz Indians don't go there.' 

Rambha "Yes! I don't think you heard what I said. The movie is about 2 lesbians who are nudists. As nudists don't use swimwear they do not have any bikini lines. I love the beach and as I use bikinis I have tan lines. The Director had noticed it during the audition. The actresses Kavya & Meena too had come for the audition. Also there was Rachel, a French who was to be the other heroine. As nudity was involved he wanted to know if we had inhibitions and asked us to become topless. Meena, Kavya & me stripped and became topless wearing only panties. The director looked at us said that I was feeling shy a little. I could see both Kavya & Meena proudly showing their breasts. He then told them both that they would have to cut their hair. Both said they were willing to be nude but not be willing to cut their long hair. I want to be an actress and am willing to do the needful. I was more than willing to get the role so I told that I will cut my hair and removed my panties. So I got the role. Then the Director asked me to get rid of my tan lines and get used to being in the buff. That will happen if I sunbathe a lot naked and get used to being seen nude by many on the beaches. And Seychelles has no Indians with nude beaches where being naked is OK.'

On hearing this my mind just went crazy. I was silent when I started to visualize her nude but then I realized she said naked. OH Man what a sight it will be. She broke my dream " Plz don't tell others as the movie will not be shown in India. It is for this reason I have accepted to do the movie. It is also for the same reason Kavya and Meena were there ' Saying this she took the cumcumber off Shoba's face and wiped her face clean. ` I told you the facial will be very good" She was right that did happen right before me.
As Shoba too had heard what Rambha had said. She too was amazed yet excited. She too must have pictured Rambha nude. I could see it in her eyes.

Rambha said " Now for the hairstyle" She told Shoba as she did not have a cape to change into T-shirt and come. When Shoba had gone to change Rambha took out her tools that included lots of clips, scissors, combs. I could see even a clipper that was in her bag that she did not take out. When she had turned I could see her from back and immediately I could see her naked form. She looked at me and said ` Are you looking at me clothed or dreaming of me nude'. I don't know how I said " Rambha you are so beautiful I am sure even girls would envy you. I would definitely like to see you nude.'

Shoba walked in by that time she changed my attention. She was wearing a Tshirt and hot pants. She was looking good with a shine on her face due to the facial. I feel she took time as she too would have been in daze listening to Rambha. But then I feel she became a little courageous and came out in her hot pants.

Rambha asked shoba to sit on a stool and parted her hair with comb and using clips made sections. She then took the scissors and asked Shoba what length she wanted her hair. Rambha opened her ponytail and said" Is this OK". Her Hair ended at the end of her neck. I said "that is what I have been telling Shoba to do but to no avail'

Hearing this Shoba said "OK a l

ittle lower than the neck will be fine for me. Do you know why he wants it near my neck. He loves to see me walk naked showing my shoulder and bum " Rambha started using her scissors and cut Shoba's hair. As she was doing this she asked" How come it looks as though your neck has been shaved'. Shoba said " He likes to shave my neck. I too like it when he licks me there. Rambha looked at me and said ` so you like only smooth necks?'. `He likes bald women also' said Shoba. Rambha then said that her neck is smooth too and showed us her nape. `You know what I will let you on a secret. As I have already told you a lot hear this, I will be having a bald head in the movie.' I went into a trance and started sweating. Rambha said `Hey! Cool! why don't you take your T shirt off and sit down'. I obeyed like a small boy.
I was seeing stars in the day.
Rambha broke the thought and said "There its finished I think you can see her shoulder and bum.. Why don't you show it to him now as if there any need I can cut it accordingly. Take off your T-shirt'. Hearing this I landed back. There was Shoba looking so much younger and she herself realized that she was looking GR8. I was shocked to see what she did next. She took off her T-shirt to show the Bra I had brought from Overseas, turned around and shook her head. That was an amazing sight. I said PUUUURFECT.
` Hey! I know that the bra is imported. Shoba you have a good body which your husband adores but then you need to take better care. Especially your breasts they need to be supported well. You should use the good quality ones. Then we can get on with the massage. Get on to the table' said Rambha. Shoba got on the table and slept. Rambha moved a side and put some lotions that she had. She started massaging Shoba's shoulder moving down she unhooked Shoba's bra and continued massaging. She said ` Shoba if you turnaround I will massage your breasts also as this lotion is a good firmer'. Shoba just turned around and Rambha put a lotion on her breasts and started kneading Shoba's breasts. I was thrilled to see Shoba enjoying the press of a woman' s hand on her breasts. Rambha turned to see me. I was not actually in this world. She said "your wife is beautiful I would like to kiss her".
This brought about a shocking change in Shoba as Rambha was good with her hands. Shoba said "Then just do it'. I said "WHAT!". By that time Rambha was kissing Shoba and bent down and was licking her breasts. Rambha then looked at me " I will show you what you DEFINTELY wanted to see if Shoba allows me to make love to her".
I was sure I was not hearing this, so I pinched myself. I definitely heard Shoba saying `don't stop before I change my mind, my dear has never touched me the way you did. I suppose a woman knows what another woman likes.''
Oh My God! Was that my Shoba saying that. I could see her floating I gave the green signal to Rambha. She took off her top and skirt. She then removed her bra and was now only in pink panties with floral designs. Man was the sight too much for me to see. There was my wife who was kissed and fondled by a female for the first time. She too looked at Rambha kissed her locking her lips and played with her breasts. Suddenly Shoba pulled down Rambha's panty and told me `See how she will look lying naked on Seychelles beaches. Lets go to the room' she said
As they got going towards the room Shoba said " let me show my hairstyle with the way he likes to watch me. Saying this she too removed her hot pants and panties. She then turned around and shook her hair and walked asking me if the length was right. I was not is position to answer that. As in front of me was my wife and beautiful Rambha naked. I just rubbed my eyes to make sure that I was surely seeing 2 beautiful pairs of breasts and 2 lovely sets of bums.
As they walked into the room Shoba used her finger to call me in to the room. Seeing these lovely naked ladies was divine. They got on to the bed slept next to each other. Rambha started feeling Shoba who was moaning like a cat by now. She touched her down and said you have not shaved there. I will do it.' So saying Rambha went to get her instruments. As she was walking she asked me to come and get her some warm water. Shoba said that it was Ok. There I was walking next to a lovely naked lady Rambha touched my Bermuda and felt what hard on I had. By then Shoba had come to me. She removed my Bermuda to release my dick. I said No. She said that it was Ok . I too now was naked when Rambha entered the room along with a mug of warm water. She spread Shoba's legs plugged her clipper on and shaved Shoba smooth. Putting the clipper down, she put her mouth to Shoba and gave her such a nice lick that Shoba exploded. Rambha slept next to her and she vigorously used her fingers to explode too.
After shoba regained her composure she told Rambha " you had said that you will be shaving of your hair for the movie, Right! Why we do it now as you are flying to Seychelles tonight itself. If you have packed we can drop you off at the airport.'
Rambha too by now on cloud nine. She said " I was supposed to shave my head immediately on reaching Seychelles as the director wanted me to have a tanned head too. He had arranged an appointment with a barber there. So actually thinking of it you have been very nice to me and your husband praised me a lot I don't mind letting him make me a bald babe.'
This was the best day of my life as my wife had a hairstyle I loved. I had seen 2 beautiful women make love to each other. It was better than seeing the photos of 2 or more girls making it out and now this. A curvy naked Rambha saying I could shave her.
Rambha said " I will be naked itself when you shave my head so that I can just wash off the hair'. Saying this she gave me her clippers removed the guard and sat on the stool. A naked shoba Came close to me and said `what are you waiting for you can fulfill your fantasy of shaving that too a lesbian actress. Give her a high undercut and then shave her bald". I took the clipper brought it to life and and placed it on Rambha' s neck. She shuddered, I took off a big chunk of her black hair. Using the clippers I smoothened her nape until her ear. Shoba Asked me to stop and using a brush she cleaned Rambha's neck and licked her there. Rambha became excited and turned around told shoba to put her left leg on Rambha's Shoulder. After Shoba did this Rambha licked Sobha with her standing to get another orgasm.
After they had finished I buzzed all the remaining hair off Rambha's head. She was looking like a Diva with no hair and her facial features looking enhanced and gr8. I said we have finished. For which she said she will have to shaved smooth which she asked Shoba to do. So Shoba put of cream from my shave gel using my brush worked up a good lather on Rambha. She then asked me to smooth shave Rambha, which I did with a straight razor Rambha had. I then put on some cooling cream and massaged it onto her head.
Rambha looked at herself in the mirror and shouted "I look amazing don't I'. Sobha then took her and they both had a shower together with each cleaning the other. They came out when Rambha asked `' What can I give to you both for all you have done and allowing me to pleasure you Shoba'.
Then what happened was most shocking. Shoba said " In that case you should give a blowjob to him.' Rambha said ok. This was too good to be true. I looked at Sobha. She said that it was her anniversary gift to me. Rambha kneeled in front of me I was hesitant, Shoba thrust my dick into Rambha's mouth and said "suck him'. She placed my hands on Rambha's bald head. Seeing this I too let go and saw to it that Rambha gave me a good blowjob. Shoba was standing behind Rambha and pushing Rambha's head to my rhythm of Rambha. It was so good that words cannot explain the feeling. I exploded like the fireworks on New Years Eve in Times Square.
After I don't recall how it all ended but just remember saying good-bye at the airport to a beautiful bald babe with my even more beautiful Shoba beside me.