In the small, sleepy town of Maplewood, a stranger arrived, a woman in her early thirties. She had long, flowing hair, so thick and shiny that it cascaded down her back in a torrent of glossy chestnut waves. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, the ends brushing against her lower back. She checked into the local inn, the only one in town, and decided to take a shower to wash away the dust of her long journey.
As she stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading down her body, she closed her eyes and let out a sigh of contentment. She reached up and undid her ponytail, letting her hair fall down around her shoulders, the water running in rivulets down her back and through her hair. She reached for the shampoo, lathering it up in her hands before running it through her hair, massaging her scalp as she did so.
Meanwhile, there was a knock at the door. Startled, the woman quickly rinsed out the shampoo and wrapped a towel around herself, before opening the door a crack. On the other side stood a young man, no older than twenty, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“I’m sorry to bother you, ma’am,” he said, his voice low and husky. “But I couldn’t help but notice your hair. It’s so long and beautiful, I’ve never seen anything like it. I was wondering if I could, you know, touch it?”
The woman hesitated for a moment, before nodding her assent. The young man’s eyes lit up as he reached out a hand, gently touching the ends of her hair. He ran his fingers through it, marveling at the silky softness.
“It’s even softer than I imagined,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving her hair.
The woman couldn’t help but feel a thrill run through her at his touch. She had always loved having her hair played with, and the young man’s gentle touch was sending shivers down her spine. She let out a soft moan as he continued to run his fingers through her hair, before reaching up and undoing her towel, letting it fall to the ground.
The young man’s eyes widened as he took in her naked body, his gaze lingering on her full breasts and the curve of her hips. He reached out a hand, gently tracing a finger down her chest, before cupping her breast in his hand, his thumb brushing over her nipple.
The woman gasped at his touch, her nipple hardening under his fingers. She reached out, her hand finding his cock, already rock hard beneath his jeans. She rubbed her hand up and down his length, feeling him grow harder under her touch.
Without a word, the young man pulled off his jeans, his cock springing free. The woman dropped to her knees, taking his cock in her mouth, her lips wrapped around his length as she sucked him deep. The young man let out a low moan, his hands tangled in her hair as she bobbed her head up and down, taking him deeper with each stroke.
Suddenly, the woman stood up, pushing him back against the wall. She climbed onto him, her legs wrapped around his waist as he entered her, filling her completely. She rode him hard, her hips grinding against his as she took him deeper and deeper.
The young man’s fingers found her clit, rubbing circles around the sensitive nub as she rode him. The woman let out a low moan, her orgasm building deep within her. With one final thrust, she came, her pussy clenching around his cock as waves of pleasure washed over her.
The young man followed soon after, his cock pulsing deep within her as he came, filling her with his seed.
As they caught their breath, the woman looked up at him, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.
“I’m glad I decided to stop in this town,” she murmured, her fingers still tangled in his hair.
The young man grinned, his arms wrapped around her as they stood there, their bodies still entwined.
“So am I,” he replied, his lips brushing against hers.
And with that, they continued their shower, their bodies pressed close as they explored every inch of each other, their moans and sighs of pleasure echoing off the tiles.
