Chapter One
It's 3:25 and I'm expecting my next client. He's a regular that I've been cutting his hair for about a month. He will be here at 3:30 on the dot. As usual I am nervous. My name is Amy. I'm 24, single and like almost everyone my age, I'm waiting for mister right to come in and sweep me off my feet.
I've been working at this parlor for about two years and not much goes on around here. I had resigned myself that all guys were after one thing and not what I was wanting or needing. That all changed the day that Mr. Kesler came in to get his hair cut.
It was four weeks ago today. I was working with my regular co-worker when he walked in the door. The door chime rang and in walked the man of any young woman's dreams. He's had to be in his mid 40's, about 6'4" tall with short brown hair with just a tinge of gray showing. He was wearing a nicely tailored suit and sunglasses.
I nearly tripped over myself trying to get him signed in and led him back to my private room. This is an upscale salon, being that it was in a nice part of town. I had him sit in the chair and asked him what he was wanting today. When his crystal blue eyes met mine, it felt as though he saw right to my core. He saw the self conscious little girl, who couldn't seem to find what she wanted. I quickly averted my eyes and found myself looking at the ground.
His deep baritone voice eased my anxiety. "Why don't we start with a hair cut." I looked back up to find him smiling.
I felt a tingle that started in my nipples and went straight to my nether region. This man really had me off balance. I placed the gown over him and lean him back in the chair to wash his hair. I lathered him up and was gently running my soapy hands through his hair. I looked down and noticed that he was staring at my breasts that were just inches away from his face. I have rather large nipples and they are usually in a constant state of arousal as I have had them pierced since my "goth" days. But now they were really aching. I started to rinse the soap from his hair and accidentally brushed one of my throbbing nipples across his face. OMG, I was totally embarrassed. What was I doing? I brought him forward and started toweling the excess water from his hair.
He noticed the redness and said, " you look lovely when you blush."
I thought I was going to die right there. This man made me so nervous. How was I going to continue if I couldn't stay focused?
"Thank you" I replied, totally mortified. "How would you like your cut?" I went on, trying to cover my nervousness.
He again looked deep in to my eyes and said, "off the collar and thinned on top."
I start combing and began cutting. My hands were steady but I was shaking inside. I'm not sure if it was the fact that I hadn't had sex in a few months or the fact that I felt he somehow knew my inner secrets. This man had some kind of power over me. How I knew that or why I felt this way was a mystery to me, but yet I knew he did.
He sat quietly, with his hand folded in his lap, while I finished cutting his hair. My sex was humming and my nipples were tingling. At some point while leaning in, I accidently bumped into elbow with my vulva. I could have cum from this little contact. It's all I can do to finish with his hair. This man had me so excited. I'm not sure if it was the embarrassment or some other magic powers he possessed. A moan must have escaped my lips as he made a comment.
"Are you alright? You seem on edge." he said.
"I feel like a school girl. I'm sorry. I won't make you pay for this cut." I say, trying to hide my embarrassment.
He looks again into my eyes, "I tell you what, I pay for the haircut if you go for drinks with me."
I'm visibly shaken. "Sure, I get off in an two hours."
"Then I will have my driver pick you up at your place at say 6:00?" he says as he rises from my chair.
He hands me a crisp $100 and tells me to keep the change. I write my address on the back of my card and hand it to him. "Please, I can't accept this, its too much."
He smiles as his eyes light up, "don't worry, I look at it as an investment. I'll see you soon, dress sexy for me tonight." With that he turns and leaves getting into the Mercedes that has been patiently waiting for him.
My heartbeat is racing, thinking of all that I have to do before 6:00. The rest of my shift was slow. As soon as I got home, I stripped and hopped into the shower. My thoughts were on Mr. Kesler, as I ran my hands over my soapy body, cupping my breasts, tickling my stiff nipples. I insert a finger into each ring and slowly twist them bringing a slow ache that sends a surge of electricity to my pussy. A low groan escapes and I send a hand down my stomach to my lips. A finger splits my slit, dipping into my wetness. I quickly let myself moaning Mr. Kesler's name.
After toweling off, I look through my closet for something to wear. I don't have many options so I end up picking my only real sexy dress. A basic black strapless number that comes to about mid thigh. I pick out a nice garter and panty combination and a pair my black stilettos.
When I finished, I look at myself in the mirror. "Oh Amy, I would fuck you."
As I strap my heels on, I hear the doorbell. There is a nicely dressed man waiting and he escorts me to Mr. Kesler's Mercedes. I slip in trying not to show too much leg. The thought of being exposed does excite me. I've always been a bit of an exhibitionist.
"Good evening Amy. My don't you look lovely."
I attempt to pull on the hem of my dress as my face is flushed. "Thank you Mr. Kesler."
The flushing of my face is not the only reaction my body makes. My nipples are beaded and straining against the fabric of my dress. I also feel the slickness on my pussy. This man has some secret connection to my body. I'm afraid my panties will not hold all of my moisture.
He must be hearing what I'm thinking because he whispers in my ear, "slip your panties off and give them to me."
I look into the beautiful hazel eyes, then towards the driver in front. He's laughs, "Michael has been my driver for years. He is very discreet."
I pulled the hem of my dress up revealing my garters and the tops of my stockings. I slipped my fingers in and pulled my panties down and off. I handed them to Mr. Kesler. He pulled them to his face and inhaled deeply. I knew he could smell my arousal and a blushed again.
"You smell heavenly Amy, are you excited to be with me?"
The heat in my core was boiling over. "Yes Sir."
He placed his hand on my thigh and told the Michael where to go. As we rode, his hand moved up my leg until it was just at the edge of my pussy. I found myself clenching my legs, trying to get his hand to move closer. His teasing was driving me crazy. Finally his fingers grazed the lip of my moist folds. trailing a finger up through my wet lips, I gasped a short breath as my head went back.
Taking the wetness from my core, his finger finds my swollen clit. He circles my bud softly around the edges, teasing me still. I let out a soft moan. Mr. Kesler's other hand goes to my breast, slipping under my dress, cupping my soft flesh. While his finger dances around my clitty, his hands squeeze my breast, and finding my nipple pebbled and aching. He takes my piercing and twirls it. I suck in a quick breath. I am teetering on the edge of an orgasm, lost in sweet bliss. I bit my lip and struggle closer to my climax. Just as I am about to reach that pinnacle, Mr. Kesler pulls his hands back.
"Uuhhhhh! I'm sorry Sir, did I do something wrong?" I ask, trying to hold my frustration to a minimum.
"No my pet, just trying to keep your attention. Do you think that you've earn an orgasm yet?"
"No Sir, I guess not."
Chapter Two
We arrive at the restaurant and Michael gets out and opens the door for us. When I move to get out of the car I can't help but give him a flash of my wet and swollen pussy. His face is unreadable as I step out of the car.
The place is lovely and romantic. The maitre d recognizes Mr. Kesler and we are quickly escorted to his table. It is in a quiet area with soft lighting and somewhat secluded. The waiter is there for our drink orders. After he leaves, his hands are on me again. His fingers move to my folds and he slips two fingers into me with such ease. I am flooding between my thighs. His thumb is teasing my clit as the waiter returns.
He pours our wine as Mr. Kesler's finger softly fuck my swollen hole. I try to keep my cool but my face is flushed and breathing ragged as Mr. Kesler tastes the wine and approves. The waiter pours us both a glass and asks for our dinner order. Mr. Kesler orders for us both and we are alone again. I am fluttering on the edge of my orgasm too. He removes his hand.
"Would you like to cum Amy?"
"Oh yes Sir, I would."
"Don't you think I should have the pleasure first?"
With that he takes my hand pulls it to his lap and I feel his hard cock through his slacks. I squeeze the rather large lump. I have had a few men in school but this felt like the biggest cock I have ever had.
"Of course Sir."
"Then slip down under this table and see that I'm well pleasured."
Now I'm not the kind of girl who does this kind of thing. I've had my experiences with guys who try to control me and it usually never worked. But this man had some kind of power over me. Some kind of magic that had me slipping under the table. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. I reached into his shorts and removed his engorged cock. I ran my thumb over the bulbous head, catching the drop of pre-cum and smoothing it around the head.
I could barely get my hand around the girth. Leaning forward from my knees, I wet my lips and took his large cock into my mouth. Laving my tongue around the crown as I took as much of his root into my mouth as I could. His hand guided my head down further as I strained to take more into my mouth. As the swollen head hit the back of my mouth, I relaxed my throat to take him down further. I tried to calm my breathing as Mr. Kesler pulled my head down on to his throbbing cock.
I have always loved to give head. My previous boyfriends had benefited from my oral fetish but never had I been under a table at a fancy restaurant with a cock down my throat. But here I was and floating in ecstasy.
"Amy you're doing a great job. You may touch yourself but you're not to cum. Do you understand?"
I attempted to disengage and reply but his hands kept my mouth on his cock. "Yeth thir."
