As necessary as it is, I always put off getting my hair cut. I don’t know why, maybe it’s some deep-rooted, subconscious fear of getting cut or something; a stranger working on my head with sharp instruments just isn’t my idea of having a good time.
Most of the time, however, a funny look from my boss or a humorous remark is enough to adjust my attitude. As was the case last week. Last Wednesday I got both a funny look and a humorous remark about the length of my hair, so I knew it was high time to have it cut. I wouldn’t want to piss off my boss, after all. Not me!
Later that afternoon, as I was strolling around the mall to have a cup of coffee and check out the movie places, I came across a brand new barber shop halfway down one of the long corridors on the second floor. I didn’t have an appointment, but since the place had just gone into business, I figured they wouldn’t have too many customers yet and might be able to work me in.
“We’ll close in fifteen minutes,” the girl behind the tiny counter with the cash register on it informed me after I walked in and stated my request.
Damn, I thought. But I wasn’t quite ready to give up yet. That girl looked so nice! With her wavy, shoulder-length blond hair, tight mint green tank top, and her sexy smile, looking at her in the mirror while she cut my hair might just make the procedure bearable, perhaps even enjoyable. So I decided to try a little white lie. “I know I should have called for an appointment,” I said and gave her my sweetest smile. “But the thing is, my boss threatened to fire me if I didn’t get my hair cut today, so it’s kind of an emergency, you see? Is there really no way you could work me in?”
Okay, so maybe it wasn’t very nice to lie to her, but in any case the trick worked. She got up from her stool and asked me to sit down on one of the barber chairs that were lined up along the side wall, hidden from view behind a small jungle of plants. While I picked a chair and sat down, she went to the front door and locked it, obviously not wanting any more customers walking in and making her work even longer. Or so I thought.
As I watched her every move in the mirror, the view was even better than I had expected. Her tight miniskirt outlined the contours of her ass perfectly and ended about halfway down her thighs, affording me a great view of her long and well-tanned legs. As she moved all around me, cutting here and trimming there, I kept my eyes fixed on the mirror and took great pleasure from inspecting every square inch of her magnificent body.
At first I was so engrossed in watching her in the mirror that I hardly noticed her leaning closer and closer while she cut my hair. Soon, however, her tits grazed my shoulders and I couldn’t help but wonder if it had happened accidentally or if she had more in mind than just cutting my hair. I hoped so, but then I didn’t expect her to do anything too crazy right there in the barber shop. Nonetheless, my dick started to twitch and soon strained against my tight jeans. Under the cover of the wide barber’s apron, I stroked it lightly and started to fantasize about all the things I would like to do with this girl in the privacy of her bedroom.
I got a big jolt when she suddenly moved around to work on the front of my head and half climbed up on the chair, putting one knee right between my legs. That certainly wasn’t accidental and I finally worked up the courage to go a bit farther than just stroking my dick under the cover.
While my left hand remained between my legs, I pulled the other one out from under the apron and — after a moment of hesitation — gently ran my fingertips across her backside just beneath the waistband of her skirt. The girl smiled brightly and continued cutting my hair as if nothing were amiss, so I got bolder and let my hand wander from one ass cheek to the other and back again, squeezing lightly and tracing the outline of her tiny panties through the thin material of her skirt. And still I got nothing but smiles.
Incredible, I thought. I couldn’t quite believe my luck, but kept enough of my senses to make good use of the opportunity that was presenting itself so unexpectedly. My hand explored her ass and thighs and I was just about to slip it under her skirt and get to the really interesting parts when we were interrupted rather rudely by the insistent ringing of the phone. From the look on her face, she was no less annoyed than I, but business was business, so she apologized and went to take the call.
When she returned a couple of minutes later, I was still rubbing my aching dick through my jeans, wanting but not quite daring to take it out and stroke it openly while she finished my haircut. I’m sure she had a pretty accurate idea of what I was doing under the apron, but she just smiled and said nothing. Instead, she climbed back onto my lap, placing both knees on the chair this time, practically straddling my legs, and continued where she had left off when the phone had interrupted her.
I took my cue and put my hand on her leg, then ran it up along the side until I reached the voluptuous curve of her ass — and noticed immediately that I couldn’t feel the outline of her panties anymore. Hot damn, I thought, she really wants to do it right here! This was going to be the best haircut I had ever had!
My inhibitions took a serious dive at that time. I pushed her skirt up with both hands until it was bunched around her waist and reached straight for her clean-shaven pussy. While she put the last finishing touches on my hair, I leisurely played with her moist pussy lips and erect clit. She cooed and moaned occasionally, making it clear that I had found the right spots, but never missed a beat with the scissors.
When I slid my fingers through the crack of her ass, she conveniently raised her hips a little, allowing me easier access. Now her firm and shapely tits, clearly unrestrained by a bra, were right in front of my eyes, her erect nipples poking at the tight material of her tank top as if they wanted to rip through the thin material and escape from their confines. I felt a strong desire to wrap my lips around them and suck on them and nibble on them, but the sound of the scissors opening and closing rhythmically quickly convinced me not to move my head. All I could do was stare at the soft twin mounds, only inches from my hungry mouth and yet entirely out of reach for the time being, and silently urge my sexy hairdresser to hurry up.
We both breathed a sigh of relief and practically glowed with anticipation when the haircut was finally finished. Needless to say, we didn’t waste any time. She removed my apron and tossed it on the floor heedlessly along with her scissors and comb, then went straight for the fly of my jeans and freed my rock-hard dick from its confines. At the same time, I pulled her tank top over her head and immediately began to suck on the first hard nipple I could reach.
She wasn’t interested in foreplay, however. As soon as my dick was out in the open, she wiggled forward until her bald pussy lips touched my shaft, then raised her hips and allowed the tip to disappear between the moist folds of her pussy. Only seconds later she plunged down and impaled herself on my dick, swallowing as much of my shaft as her position allowed.
“Ah, I’ve been waiting for this moment,” I sighed when our pelvic bones collided and her pussy engulfed my shaft like a hot velvet glove.
“Me too,” she laughed.