Big Black Cocks

Janice chuckled. “I bet the guys love your hair like this.”
“Yeah.” Came the reply, “But its such a pain to keep clean and
combed.”
“Long hair’s like that.” Janice said, remembering when hers was
down over her shoulder blades, before she’d begun wearing it
stylishly short. She was now down at the bottom of the girl’s
long hair, sponging the water out of the long strands.

“Are you going back to bed or staying up for a while?” the girl
asked.
Janice replied that she might stay up for a while, and the girl
invited her to join her and her friends down by the lake. Janice
thought for a moment, then agreed. Mark wouldn’t wake up for a
while, maybe not even until morning.
“Let’s get your clothes and go then, your hair’s as dry as it’s
going to get.” Janice remarked.
The girl giggled. “I didn’t wear any.”

“Another night person?” She asked in a sweet voice, “Or a midnite
nature call?”
“A little of both.” Janice answered, moving towards the sink. The
girl’s eyes followed Janice while she washed her hands and looked
at her face in the mirror. The face in the mirror looked okay,
except that she needed to re-do her eyeliner a little. Not that
it mattered much, as she’d only be going to sleep.
“Could you do me a favor?” The sweet voice asked from behind her.
Janice turned, and the young girl asked if she could help dry her
long hair. Janice saw that her hair reached almost below the
girl’s firm, round behind, contrasting with her slightly darker
pubic bush. The girl’s bush and thighs were lovely, her thighs
leaving a space at the top where Janice could clearly see her
pubic hair covering her vagina.

Janice took the towel and
wrapped it around the girl’s hair, pressing it hard to soak up
the water.
“How long have you let your hair grow like this?” Janice asked.
“Eight years.” She replied. “But I have to cut the ends every few
months and that slows it down.”

Janice turned the corner to the ladies restroom, blinking at even
the dim light. She saw bare feet under one stall so she took the
other. She’d just begun when the other toilet flushed, and the
feet moved to a shower stall. Water began running, and a few
moments later, amidst the splashing sounds, Janice could feel the
steamy heat of the warm water. Janice finished up, and flushed
the toilet, pulling her jogging pants and panties up. Her tee-
shirt she tucked into the elastic waistband, and then left the
stall. Janice blinked.
A young girl, of maybe 18 or 19 years stood on the concrete,
towel-ing herself off. She smiled, long blonde, but very wet
hair dripping onto the floor.

She had the kind of body that
Janice herself had just out of high school, soft, firm, and
nicely shaped. Now, nine years later, she had joined the battle
lines against getting fat. Janice was still in good shape, but
she wanted to be a few pounds lighter, and to loose the small
imperfections around her thighs and hips. The blonde looked at
Janice, not bothering to make any move to cover or shy away from
Janice’s eyes.

Outside, as she walked to the restrooms, she wondered why,
whenever she planned a night of intense lovemaking, Mark seemed
only interested in getting off and going to sleep. Not that she
could get away with that. When she’d come back from New York,
she’d been exhausted and suffering from mild jet lag. But Mark
had taken her to bed, and after her first orgasm, she’d fallen
asleep. He woke her from her soft, dreamy sleep, and insisted
that she suck him, then he wanted her to straddle and ride him.
Janice was totally exhausted afterwards and slept soundly.
Reflecting back over their year together, Janice realized that
Mark was selfish, and self-centered, but when he put his mind to
it, a pretty good lover.