Ambrose Ambles

 

The private love affairs of Mildred Scrygmore.

Mildred was born with an odd shaped body, THAT was the starting point of her life’s dilemma…sort of like a cube with arms and legs sticking out of it…also, of course, a head…and while the body held little attraction, her head, ie ; face, hair and shape was quite attractive…one of nature’s ways perhaps, of mocking a person’s chances of ever holding down a love affair on the strength of appearance alone.

As indeed was the case as Mildred grew from child to adult…Having survived the torture of childhood school teasing with mocking nicknames like ; “The Cube” (shortened, as students do from “the cube squared”) and various personal slights, she sought to obtain trade skills to allow her to live an independent life away from either relationship and poverty. Mildred trained to become a hairdresser..a skill she triumphed at and a way of life that allowed her to work and eventually buy premises of her own..It was in this salon that catered for both women and men that Mildred established the confidence of an independent woman..even..after some number of years in the trade, being able to employ another hairdresser to assist in a growing clientele.

Neither the language of love nor the physical contact of such entered Mildred’s life in all the years of growing and maturing into middle-age, save a couple of rather fractious, failed affairs that ended sadly..not badly, as they were too tragic in both male compatibility and consideration..but sadly…The fact that also being an only child, lent the obligation of caring for her aged parents when the time came for their needing to be housed in a unit at a care complex…Mildred occupied the other bedroom in the unit and commuted to her salon from that address for many years until her mother passed away and her father was left in her care with his several health problems until he too did pass on..so neither social life nor love-life was a serious consideration.

In this period of enforced duties, Mildred’s salon grew in clientele and she prospered so that Mildred herself could cut back on her clients and refer some that she was not so enamoured with to the hired employee hairdressers…In this manner, Mildred was left with those…mostly men… whom she liked to touch and to handle their hair and even could flirt with in that harmless hairdresser to client way, the conversations flowing in a jocular way from the weather to the cost of cocktails in the local hotel..in this manner, Mildred honed her client base down to a selected number of men whose ages varied from their twenties to a more genteel sixties and even one man in his early seventies..Josef..of Slavic nationality..who held a warm place in her heart for the candid but soft flattery he spoke to her about a respect for her professionalism and his concern for her health…a subject most pressing on Josef’s own mind as he advanced down the path of aging.

It was after a trip and fall on the footpath outside the salon one day, that resulted in a broken wrist and six months recuperation from the required activities of her trade, that Mildred first conceived of the idea of using her male clients as “captive”, close contact stimuli for erotic sensations..an idea grown from a resentment of her enforced loneliness and the perceived future prospects of any love affair actually happening..Mildred contemplated the dangers of discovery if caught in the action of such desire…but remembering the training back in her apprenticeship days of how to avoid “the touching male” customer and how some men would use the closeness of the hairdresser to surreptitiously press an elbow or forearm against the body of the woman attending to their hair..the training went to great length to train the female hairdressers on how to position themselves so as to avoid the situation of such harassment ever arising…body positions were practiced when in close to trim eyebrow or moustache…or when holding the head back to check symmetry of the beard cut..such training allowed Mildred to contemplate body positions to allow her to move into the personal space of the male customers without their being aware of her manoeuvring..after all, the hairdresser was one of only a few people permitted by the person themselves to touch and caress without protest or complaint those most sensitive parts of the head and face..yes…it was time for Mildred to take some lovers of her own choosing.

The selection of Mildred’s ‘lovers” was done with great care..after all, was this not to be HER choice for Her pleasure at Her convenience?…So after judicious consideration of a choice between seven or eight regular male customers, Mildred honed the number down to three..three carefully chosen lovers that she would manipulate to gain erotic satisfaction from in the most subtle means.

Mildred chose Janus, a cheerful hipster of dubious actual qualification but effervescent enthusiast who made his living contributing to the “Gig Economy”..a living not actually of any particular use or productivity, but allowed him time and space to pursue his social adventures with on-line dating which were in truth, his primary raison de’ terre for existing. Mildred’s choice of this particular young man gave her the pleasure of “using” him unwittingly to satisfy her own hedonistic pleasure..a cruel yet just reward.

Janus had the virile energy of a young man in his mid-twenties..he was full to the gills of chat-up and enthusiasm for what he saw as a bright and promising future in his chosen employment of on-selling sports apparel via an online outlet that had its own web address which he called his “virtual department store”..He complimented this career with enthusiastic attendance to a local gym to..as he proudly showed to Mildred..develope his “abs” and “biceps”…even encouraging Mildred to give those biceps a squeeze of appreciation..which she did with raised eyebrows and affected enthusiasm…so quite often, coming to the salon from a “workout” and shower at the gym, he would have fine beads of perspiration on his forehead as he sat in Mildred’s barber chair and instructed her on what he thought his haircut should finish as.

Mildred trimmed his eyebrows to suit his vanity and there, noticing the film of perspiration on his brow, she spoke to him in a gentle but commanding tone..

“Just tilt your head back a shade so I can check if I got your eyebrows equal “… Janus of course obliged and allowed Mildred to take his head in both her hands and bring it back to rest on her breasts..quite un-noticeably to Janus, who could never perceive that a woman of Mildred’s age or stature would use him as a sexual object..

Mildred, with his head sitting on the soft cushion of her bosom, proceeded, under the guise of straightening Janus’s eyebrows, to stroke with her index fingers both eyebrows as if to straighten the hair, when in fact, she was gathering on her finger tips a film of perspiration from his brow…having achieved her intention after several strokes, Mildred straightened up Janus’s head and reassured him of the balanced look of his eyebrows..and while the vanity of the young man bade him examine his face closely in the mirror, Mildred turned her back to attend to her trolley of instruments and products there and in this action, she placed her index fingers one at a time in her mouth to suck off the film of sweat onto her tongue that she had gathered from the young man’s brow..she licked her lips upon extracting her fingers so as to savour the taste of Janus’s salty sweat..she then contemplated to herself whether his semen would have a similar salty taste..a subliminal thrill of desire warmed her body at the thought of vigorously fellating Janus, to then have him ejaculate into her mouth..

This fantasy was of no discomfort nor was it disconcerting to Mildred, for it was just that..a fantasy that had no possibility of happening nor any repercussions to either disgust her, Janus or anyone else on the planet, and having long ago come to such comforting conclusion, Mildred allowed the most extreme and outrageous fantasies to cogitate through her thoughts as she daydreamed at work on those men in her salon or while laying comfortable in her warm bed at any hour of the night…her world of erotic desire was her own to think or feel as she pleased.

The second male on the list was a man of approximately the same age as Mildred, if not several years older..an engineer by profession, very meticulous in habit and sartorial dress..his regular visits to the hairdresser coincided with his regular appointments in the city with allied professional persons..Mildred chose him for the comfortable security he radiated from his person, also the exacting certainty of his opinions on many subjects reminded her of her father when she was a younger woman..so Mildred would pay close attendance on his demands for the haircut he preferred..and in turn, Eric…for that was his name..would trust Mildred most emphatically to attend to that exact fastidiousness..so much so that he could sometimes be observed with eyes closed to be in a kind of dozing trance as she moved her fingers about his scalp..a pleasure attended to and taken advantage of with more than passing enthusiasm by Mildred.

For Mildred, this was a different level of erotica..not so much as blatantly sexual, as was her thoughts with Janus, but on a differing pitch..with Eric, it was more of a personal touch / feel thing, his person being of such similarity to her father, she deigned to feel a sexual desire rather than a comforting reassurance via just running her fingers through his hair and over his cranial skin..and it was through this touching, that Mildred felt such a warm inner glow that allowed..nay…PERMITTED her to fantasise about the male body in general..and with Eric present and in total acceptance of Mildred’s handling of his person, she felt a command of her passions that in the time of her father’s actual living, she rarely had..his presence in either person or personality dictating, if not actual discipline, then a subliminal control of obedience to his own generation’s moral behaviour..now here, in her own studio, with her father now actually deceased but with this living effigy in HER control in HER chair and in such a situation to be impotent himself in a controlling sense, she could command his attention and yet still retain her own psychologically comforting sexuality toward men. In this manner, Mildred had finally overpowered the dominating influence of her father.

“ I have a meeting this week with the minister for transport” Eric spoke “there is opportunity for my company to bid for several overpass bridges for the new East – West bypass..so I am counting on presenting my best physical appearance to the authority…I trust I can count on you, Mildred to do me well..”

“ Well, Eric, “ was Mildred’s syrupy reply “ I can only say that knowing your style of cut so well by now, I will do my best…now you just relax here in the chair…yes..you can close your eyes and I will attend to you as best is possible.” And she finished with the laying of her hand familiarly on his shoulder in a reassurance much as she used to do when attending to her father as he sat invalided in his lounge chair while she saw to his comforts in the last years of his life under her care.

It was in the touching care of her father, that Mildred became so aware of the different textures of the skin of a person..from the neck to the actual torso, she noted the differentiation of texture, softness and sensitivity of tissue to touch..Mildred extrapolated this knowledge with experimentation on her clients..that is, where to touch on the head or neck…even the ears..to get a certain response, how to manipulate a flinch or reaction with just a stroke or gentle touch here or there…such knowledge gave Mildred the power to generate a more accurate and scintillating control over the men in her chair.

Eric grunted a pleasing affirmation and settled back in the salon chair..let Mildred tuck in a tissue around his neck with her usual tender touch and with her fingers in one deft stroking sweep around and up his neck, closed his eyes and let her get on with her job.

Mildred gazed at the reflection of Eric in the mirror with his closed eyes and she smiled a comforting smile to herself as she sprayed a hushing mist of water over his hair while she Welsh-combed it through tenderly with the fingers of her right hand..she was now in charge.

The third man was a more risky proposition..Josef..a retired cabinetmaker of senior years, but with a thick head of hair that perfectly resembled what could be described as Slovakian genius gone mad!..Josef would telephone the salon in no fixed timetable and in a panic beg a place in Mildred’s busy schedule so as..as he says : “Rid myself of this incessant growth that is intent on consuming my entire head!”..he was funny, chatty in a rather subversive way and his voluminous, wavy hair and beard, gave Mildred plenty of time to “work her magic” on his person..Josef was Mildred’s favourite by a long way…and though he was aged quite a few years above Mildred, she could ascertain that his body, through many years of physical labour, had retained a manly physique that was still firm to her touch..indeed, when the haircut and beard trim was finished, the resulting change of appearance from “wild man of Borneo” to handsome silver-hair gentleman was remarked upon as both extraordinary and rather pleasing by any other women there in the salon on the day..and so it was with him that Mildred was most provocative in her erotic touching, leaning in on his person in such a way so as to rub her lower body against his extended elbow under the hairdressing cape..or she would press her breasts against his shoulders and the back of his head as she pulled his head back to trim his voluptious beard..Josef allowed these close contact intrusions by Mildred because..as Mildred herself figured, he was of such an age that he not only would let her be so familiar with his person, but quite correctly, he being now alone in the world, would welcome her chatty, touchy – feely attendance to his person.

This apparently satisfactory arrangement went on for quite some time, even several years as Josef was only in the habit of having a haircut every three or four months in the year..but then one day, as Mildred was trimming the moustache of his beard, and in doing so was pressing her pelvic Mons Venus a bit too sensuously against his protruding elbow under the hairdressing cape, Josef turned his gaze onto Mildred’s eyes, and in gazing back into her all consuming stare into his own eyes..as she was wont to do as part of her sensuous consumption of his person, he very quietly and softly said..

“Mildred” (while others were in the habit of shortening Mildred’s name to “Millie”, Josef always addressed Mildred with her full name) ”..you are pressing your pussy very firmly onto my arm..is there something you wish to tell me?” and he held her gaze in fixed stare into his own eyes. Mildred froze at the shock of being found out..even apparently so obviously found out..and was about to plead innocence, when Josef moved his other arm from the side of the cape and brought a finger to her lips to silence her.

“ You are a very professional worker” he started in hushed tones so as not to draw the attention of the other hairdresser in the salon..who, fortunately was a loud chattering woman who barely stopped for breath in her talking.. “ I have been aware for several years of your..attentions to my person while I sit here in a state of a “captured quarry”..and if I might quickly reassure you..a most welcome diversion for myself in your attentions. But I have to wonder to myself that here is a very professional woman who must be very aware of protecting her body from close contact with the men she attends to in her salon..after all, such contact could draw unwanted advances from some ..certain types..” Josef paused in his confiding whispers and held Mildred’s gaze intently… he continued while Mildred maintained her posture of appearing to trim his beard, the battery trimmer humming a noisy overture to his words..” so I have to ask myself..is this action of Mildred pressing her soft pussy against my arm a deliberate act that satisfies her own desires…and I have to confess to myself that yes, I am convinced that it is so…am I correct?”…Mildred returned her deep stare into his eyes and without saying a word, nodded ever so gently…Josef returned her nod and gave Mildred a slow wink, then gestured for her to put her ear close to his lips so he could whisper to her..

“Go out to the back room, remove your underwear and undo the one button in front of your pussy..then return to the other side of me..and we will move to please us both…” and Josef’s eyes and Mildred’s eyes remained locked together in deep concentration.

All this secrecy was done under the shield of noise from the battery trimmer held in Mildred’s hand..

Mildred paused at this request from Josef…she paused and thought a moment, for here was the crossing of a line…an action that would have continuous consequences once she committed herself to Josef’s desires….but then she suddenly realised..was this not her ultimate desire also..to be quietly and secretly seduced, in her salon, secretly in front of her employee and customers by this “anonymous client lover”..for however much she knew Josef, he still would remain strictly as a client while in her salon..

Mildred stopped the noisy trimmer, placed it slowly and carefully with the others in her utility tray and with a whimsical smile to Josef, went out the back of the salon and did as instructed.