Sarah's mother had some idea she could get her married off to the son of one of her upper class friends, so she invited her to stay with her by the sea to meet them. They had lost touch over the last few years, so Sarah thought she would go along. Her relationship had come to an end at the beginning of the year, and sex was the last thing on her mind. Mixing in those circles was not something she relished. It reminded her of falling for some of her mother's friends when she was younger, and getting out of bed to watch them from the top of the stairs. As she got older, she would kiss them on both cheeks like her mother did to say hello and goodbye, and they would smell of heady perfume and hairspray.

Sometimes, she had thought about spreading their legs and making them cry out, but it had been a long time since she had thought of any of them in that way. But now she was waving to her mother and a friend at the bottom of the platform, Mrs Davis as heavily made up as usual. "Hello darling!" she greeted her. The kisses on each cheek came, and then her turn to kiss the woman she was with. Freckly, blonde with pretty but almost mouse-ish features, Sarah felt something stir as she kissed each cheek. Maybe it was just the memories. "This is my friend Stella, who owns that house on the sea front," her mother said. "We're having a dinner party later. Stella will do your hair." It was just like her mother to be snobbish like that, Sarah thought. There were sure to be some horribly eligible young, or not so young men there tonight. They went back to her mother's house, saying a polite goodbye to Stella, and those two kisses again. Sarah let the small talk wash over her as she drifted into the dream state she had been so used to. When she finally got shown her room, she thought of having a shower in the en suite bathroom, and then having a wank. She had just started to get undressed when her mother called and told her Stella had offered to do her hair if she was there at six. "Shit!" thought Sarah, and pulled her trousers back up. She was bombarded with instructions about the forthcoming dinner party, all of which she ignored. She could have turned down the offer, but to tell the truth she was curious about the woman with the freckles and the blue eyes. Even if it was just fuel for fantasies in the future, she liked the idea of having Stella's fingers running through her hair. She decided she would go to Stella's. The house she arrived at was even more expensive looking than she had expected. A path separated the huge white building from a beach hut, and there were still a few people scattered around the beach as it had been a hot day. Sarah went up to the house and knocked, but there was no answer. She realised Stella must be in the beach hut. She had assumed the woman was married and maybe even had children, but the house was empty. She crossed the road to the hut, where she saw the shutters were open and she could hear music coming from within. "Hello?" she heard a voice call. Sarah saw Stella, cleaning scissors in a bowl full of hot water. Stella gave a warm smile and gestured to Sarah to come in. "I...I thought you would be...I thought someone would be..." Sarah said, suddenly tongue-tied. "I'm not married," Stella replied, with an amused smile. Sarah felt excited, although surely she was reading too much into it? "Sit down," Stella said, and Sarah sat on a wooden chair. The fading light outside cast shadows in the small room, and there was a glow around a light on the table. Stella came over to her, and took her head in her hands and pushed it slowly into the sink behind. The water was warm and sent a rush through her. Stella's hands ran across her scalp gently, and Sarah thought she heard her moan. She leaned back into it and closed her eyes, imagining the hands wandering over her erect nipples and the smooth fingers undoing her shirt. "Do you and your mother get on well?" Stella asked. "Not really," Sarah admitted. She opened her eyes to see the other woman looking at her. They held each other's gaze for a while, then Stella leaned down and let her light hair brush Sarah's face. Before she could think not to, Sarah leaned up and kissed her, and the kiss was warm and wet. The smell of her, a smell of perfume and something else, was strong this close up. The stillness gave way to more of a frenzy. Stella reached down and pulled on her shirt. Sarah noticed a button roll onto the floor. The feel of Stella's skin against hers was hot and sticky. The loose, cotton dress Stella was wearing was easily discarded, and she stood over Sarah's chair, entirely naked. Stella continued to massage Sarah's hair gently, while Sarah licked her nipples. She could tell from the moaning that the woman was getting more and more turned on. Soon, Stella pulled away and lifted Sarah's legs on the chair. She forced them wide apart, and tugged on the trousers to pull them down to her knees and over her feet. Sarah sat there in nothing but her shirt, wet and aching to feel the hot breath and and the tongue of this woman on her. First there was the brush of her hair, then the little, almost unbearably soft circular movements of her tongue on her inner thigh. Sarah thought she would have to push her away and start masturbating, the tease was too much. Then Stella looked up at her, and put two fingers inside her as she licked on her clit. Sarah felt her whole incline towards this person she hardly knew, and drifted into the sweet, urgent pleasure of it. Their smells mingled with each other, only adding to the total intoxication. As she came, Sarah grabbed fistfuls of Stella's hair, not caring how much noise she made. She fell back on the chair in ecstasy, and slumped where she was. Stella gave her a lustful, knowing look. Maybe there was something to be gained from her mother's attempts to get her hitched after all. Whatever, she was certain she would get her hair done every single night she was here.