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Captivated by Hair - part 1
‘You promise not to tell anyone?’ you ask. ‘No one needs to know, and afterwards, if you want to go and slut around, that’s fine, but at least the first time will be the right way.’
‘YN, I—’ Justin closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. ‘I can’t do this with you. I appreciate it, but … we’re best friends. I don’t want to—’
You interrupt him by starting to unbutton your dress.
‘What are you doing?’ Justin asks.
‘I’m going to help you stop thinking of me as a friend,’ you reply.
You reach the last button just above your waist and open the dress to reveal you’re not wearing a bra.
‘Holy shit,’ he whispers at the sight of your bare breasts.
You’re not big on top, but your breasts are perky, perfectly round, and your pink nipples are erect and less than a foot from their face.
You let the dress drop to the floor.
Justin’s jaw falls with it.
You’re now standing in front of him in just a red thong.
Basically just some red string and a patch of lace between your thighs.
Speechless, his eyes roam up and down your body.
You’re breathing fast, your small breasts rising and falling with each breath.
Your stomach is smooth and flat, and your hips flare out just enough to give your slender figure a nice shape. Justin looks at your soft inner thighs and you can see the bulge of his cock grow in his pants.
‘Do you like them?’ you ask, cupping your breasts.
‘I—’
‘I know they’re not that big,’ you say, your thumbs caressing your nipples. ‘But they’re all yours.’
‘They’re …’ Justin swallows nervously. ‘They’re beautiful.’ Looking up at you, he says, ‘You’re beautiful.’
‘Really?’ To your surprise, you blush. ‘You think so?’
‘Yes.’ his fingers trembling, he reaches out and places his hands on your hips. ‘Damn, you look good.’
You arrive at Noah’s art studio, and as you step inside, you’re awestruck by the beautiful artwork on display. The sun streams through the large windows, casting a warm glow over the space filled with canvases, paintbrushes, and other art supplies. Noah welcomes you in and offers you a drink while you discuss the upcoming painting session. You both share your passion for art and creativity, and he seems genuinely interested in your perspective on his work. As you begin to model or collaborate on a painting together, Noah becomes increasingly fixated on your hair. He makes subtle comments about its length, texture, or color, and you can’t help but wonder what it is about your hair that captivates him so much. You have an internal dialogue where you question his fascination with your hair and what it might mean. You feel both intrigued and uneasy about his fixation, which adds tension to your interaction. As you work together, Noah gently brushes a stray hair away from your face, causing you to shiver with desire. This physical touch signals the beginning of a more intimate exploration of his hair fetish. Noah confesses his attraction to your hair and asks if he can touch it. You hesitate for a moment but eventually agree, allowing him to run his fingers through your long, curly locks. He seems mesmerized by the feel of your hair in his hands, and you can’t help but enjoy the sensation of his touch. As Noah continues to explore your hair, he leans in closer, his breath warm against your neck. You feel a surge of desire as he whispers how beautiful your hair is and how much it turns him on. You find yourself drawn to him, unable to resist the allure of his hidden kink. The intimacy of the moment deepens as you both delve further into his hair fetish, strengthening your emotional connection in the process.