In the small town of Redwood, nestled among the towering trees, lived a young woman named Marianne. She was known for her short, cropped hair and her skill at braiding. Men and women alike would come from miles around to have their hair braided by Marianne.
One day, a man named Jack wandered into town. He was a drifter, traveling from place to place, never staying in one spot for too long. But when he saw Marianne, he knew he had to stay a while. He was captivated by her short hair and her nimble fingers as she worked on another customer’s hair.
Marianne noticed Jack watching her and felt a stirring in her loins. She had never been with a man who appreciated her short hair before. She invited Jack to take a seat in her chair and he eagerly agreed.
As she began to braid Jack’s hair, their eyes met in the mirror and they both knew that this would be no ordinary haircut. Marianne’s fingers worked their way down Jack’s neck, sending shivers down his spine.
Jack reached up and gently touched Marianne’s short hair, marveling at its softness. Marianne leaned into his touch, her breath hitching as Jack’s hand moved to the back of her neck.
Without a word, they stood up and made their way to the back room. Marianne’s heart raced as Jack pulled her close, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.
Jack’s hands roamed over Marianne’s body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples through her shirt. Marianne moaned, her hips grinding against Jack’s as they stumbled towards the bed.
Jack pulled off Marianne’s shirt, revealing her perky breasts. He bent his head and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. Marianne cried out, her fingers tangled in Jack’s hair as he moved to her other breast.
Jack’s hand moved down Marianne’s body, slipping under her skirt and finding her wet and ready. He slipped a finger inside her, making her moan even louder.
Marianne reached down and undid Jack’s pants, freeing his hard cock. She stroked it, feeling it twitch in her hand. Jack groaned, his hips thrusting forward as Marianne guided him inside her.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat as they reached for their release. Marianne’s moans filled the room, drowning out the sound of their bodies coming together.
As they reached their peak, Jack’s fingers found Marianne’s clit, rubbing it in slow circles as they both cried out in pleasure.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies spent and satisfied. Jack looked at Marianne, her short hair sticking to her forehead in sweaty strands.
“That was amazing,” he said, his voice hoarse.
Marianne smiled, her fingers tracing patterns on Jack’s chest.
“I’m glad you stayed in Redwood,” she said. “I think I’m going to keep you around for a while.”
And with that, they fell asleep, their bodies entwined and their hearts beating as one.
