In the bustling city of Manila, a woman named Aling Rosa ran a small barbershop near the city center. She was known for her excellent skill in cutting hair, and her clients loved her for her warm and friendly personality. One day, a young Filipina woman named Marissa walked into her barbershop, her long black hair cascading down her back.
Marissa was a 22-year-old college student, studying to become a teacher. She had always worn her hair long, but she was tired of the maintenance and wanted a change. She asked Aling Rosa for a ponytail haircut, and the older woman happily agreed.
As Aling Rosa began to cut Marissa’s hair, the young woman couldn’t help but feel a strange attraction to the older woman. She had never been with a woman before, but there was something about Aling Rosa that drew her in. She couldn’t stop staring at the older woman’s lips, and she felt a fluttering in her chest every time Aling Rosa smiled at her.
When Aling Rosa finished cutting Marissa’s hair, she spun the chair around to face the mirror. Marissa was shocked at how different she looked with her new ponytail haircut. She felt liberated, and she couldn’t help but feel grateful to Aling Rosa.
“Thank you, Aling Rosa,” Marissa said, her voice trembling. “I love it.”
Aling Rosa smiled at her, and Marissa couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire. She leaned in close to Aling Rosa, their lips barely touching.
“Can I take you out for a drink, Aling Rosa?” Marissa asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Aling Rosa hesitated for a moment, but then she nodded. They left the barbershop and walked to a nearby bar.
As they sipped their drinks, Marissa couldn’t keep her hands off Aling Rosa. She traced her fingers along the older woman’s arm, and she leaned in close to whisper in her ear.
“I want you, Aling Rosa,” Marissa said, her voice husky with desire.
Aling Rosa looked at her, a mixture of surprise and desire in her eyes. She nodded, and they left the bar.
Back at Aling Rosa’s apartment, they tore at each other’s clothes, their hands exploring each other’s bodies. Marissa kissed Aling Rosa deeply, their tongues dancing together. She traced her fingers along Aling Rosa’s nipples, teasing them to hardness.
Aling Rosa moaned with pleasure, her hands roaming over Marissa’s body. She cupped Marissa’s breasts, her thumbs flicking over the younger woman’s nipples.
Marissa gasped as Aling Rosa’s fingers found her wetness. She spread her legs wider, inviting the older woman in. Aling Rosa stroked Marissa’s clit, her fingers circling the sensitive nub.
Marissa moaned, her hips bucking against Aling Rosa’s hand. She felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge.
“I want you inside me, Aling Rosa,” Marissa said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Aling Rosa nodded, and she reached for a condom. She rolled it on, and she positioned herself at Marissa’s entrance.
Marissa gasped as Aling Rosa entered her, her hips meeting the older woman’s thrusts. They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat.
Marissa cried out as she came, her orgasm ripping through her. Aling Rosa followed soon after, her own release taking her by surprise.
They lay together, their bodies entwined. Marissa couldn’t believe what had just happened, but she knew one thing for sure. She was in love with Aling Rosa, and she never wanted to let her go.
