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Sleight of Hand

... anxiously bit her lip just a little at the thought. “No, I don’t mind. Do what you need to do.” He began brushing her hair in long delicate strokes that tugged softly on her scalp. His free hand worked to steady her head and meticulously separate sections. The way sensation danced across the surface felt to her like a sensual massage, making her eyes roll back behind their fluttering lids. “You’re very good at this,” she said in a content and sleepy tone. “I’ve worked in the burlesque arts for many, many years,” he explained, “You pick up a thing or two here and there.” She responded with a quite approving moan. The way he expertly took care of her hair felt so good that her whole body began to relax against his touch. It almost came as a rude shock when he finally put the brush down and started tugging forcefully at focused sections of her mane in order to start braiding it. “I’ve never met a man before that knew how to braid hair,” said Jenna. He laughed a little. “Like I said, I know a thing or two.” She opened her eyes and focused her attention on the work his fingers were performing. He started at her brow and gradually worked his way back on the left side, careful to not let any strands go loose. Once Tristan had worked all the way down to the top of her neck he pulled her hair tight and perfectly weaved the remaining length all the way to the tip before securing it with a piece of dark green hair ribbon. Then, expectedly, he braided the other side in an identical ...

... fashion. “Now,” he said, “That should just about do it. What do you think?” He handed Jenna a mirror off the table. She turned her head from side to side and looked over his masterful handiwork. “Not bad. Not bad at all,” she answered, “I don’t think I’ve had pigtails since I was a little girl but they certainly never looked as neat as this.” “Well thank you,” he smiled, “I certainly aim to please.” “You succeed,” she winked. Jenna could sense the chemistry between them taking shape and it made her grin like a school girl. She briefly wondered if he found her to be as sexy as she was feeling at the moment and secretly hoped he could see the faint outline of her hardened nipples. ‘He really does look fantastic in that suit,’ she thought to herself, ‘I wonder what he looks like underneath it…’ “Hey you two, I’m ready when you are,” said Brandon, interrupting Jenna’s thoughts. “We just finished,” responded Tristan, “Shall we?” “Might as well,” she answered, taking his hand to be led to the first set of photographs. Walking over to the eye wall, Jenna felt an odd sense of trust as he held her hand. His grip was firm but gentle, his guidance was forceful but not controlling. She could feel her heart flutter just a little as she followed. It had been a long time since a relative stranger had made her feel this way but she openly welcomed it because, unbeknownst to anyone else, several months had passed since she had last experienced any form of physical intimacy. Tristan would have been ...