Their bodies came together, her hands clutching at his shoulders; his hands pulling at her hips. Once aligned, Jeff rubbed against her and she moaned. She opened her legs and wriggled around, trying to get him between her legs. He slid his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and shoved them down. Her face met his and she welcomed his tongue into her mouth. Their breath mingled as their hands searched, and finally, Jeff got her panties down her legs.
It was primal and the need to sheath himself inside her was almost killing him. They readjusted for a second, and as soon as she kicked her panties off one foot and parted her legs for him, Jeff lunged between them. She was hot and slick, and his cock bumped against her entrance briefly before he thrust and slid home. Every inch was surrounded by wet heat that fluttered as she clamped herself around him.
Jeff began rocking against her, and her head tossed. Her long auburn hair was spread underneath her and mostly covered the pillow. He reached and grabbed a fistful, pulling her head so that her neck was exposed. As he increased the speed of the thrusting, he leaned in and kissed his way up her throat to her jaw.
In their rush they hadn't gotten completely naked, and he watched her breasts jostle in their lacy confinement. Her nipples had come free of the material, each thrust causing them to rake against the lace, and they remained puckered into tight buds. Jeff shifted and stretched his head down to capture them in his mouth in turn.
She was constantly moaning or whimpering, and her hands clutched at his back. She was close...her pussy clamped and released as rhythmically as he pumped into her. He was close also, and he let go and gave it his all. Her eyes popped open as she gasped, and they stared at each other until she came. Her head tossed one last time and her eyes closed, a stream of breathy moans escaping her. Jeff gritted his teeth and finally yelled out as he followed her over the brink.
Jeff sat straight up, panting. He was covered in sweat. Reaching over, he flipped on the lamp on his nightstand. A quick glance around the room proved he was alone...and a quick glance under the blankets proved he was thirty years old and had just had a wet dream.
He got up and changed into clean pajama pants, then went to the kitchen to get a drink of water. His mind was reeling from the dream that he remembered vividly; especially since the partner of his mind was not an ex-girlfriend or even someone he fantasized about. Well, until now apparently. He held the glass up to his forehead and closed his eyes. That was totally out of the blue...unusual...and he felt like a pervert.
For some reason though, he couldn't get the vision of her hair splayed on the pillow and the brightness of her eyes out of his head. As the minutes passed, the details of the dream wisped away like smoke, but still-frames of it circled in his mind. Jeff downed the rest of the water and set the cup on the counter. He was going back to bed...and he wondered if the green-eyed vixen would come with him.
~*~
The day had started like any other. Vicki had gotten to work and checked her book, seeing that she had quite a day ahead of her. After the first handful of people, she was ready for someone normal, and luckily, the appointment right after lunch was one of her favorites.
"Hey, how's it goin'?" Vicki flicked the cape around his shoulders.
"Not bad, how've you been?"
"Can't complain. Same as usual?" Vicki grabbed the clippers and turned as she snapped the attachment on.
"Yep. Well, I guess I do have some news. Me and Janice broke up."
"What? You guys were together forever!"
He launched into the tale, and Vicki started cutting, her mind spinning. When she had first started doing his hair, she had been attached. Then when she was single, he had a girlfriend. And so it went over the past six years. They flip-flopped being in relationships. There had been a time when she held hope that he would ask her out, but that flame burnt out quickly. He was a good looking guy, nice, and he wasn't without companionship for long.
"So that about sums it up I guess. It's been...well, it was right after my last haircut."
"Jeff, that's crazy. But apparently, she wasn't right for you. So I guess you'll just have to man up and find the next one." Vicki winked at him through the mirror.
Before he quite knew what he was doing, his mouth opened.
"I can't believe I'm getting ready to tell you this...but I...well, shit."
Vicki cocked her head to the side, her hand stilled, the clippers buzzing next to his head. She tossed her auburn hair over her shoulder.
"Tell me what?"
"Well, I had...er, I had a sex dream about you."
To her credit, Vicki didn't pass out or take off running. One gracefully arched brow rose, and she said, "Did you?"
"Yeah. I did. I woke up and was like, what the hell? I don't remember all of it, but...it was graphic." In his mind's eye he saw his semen-splattered pajama pants.
"No kidding. That's random. You probably did say what the hell." Vicki laughed.
"Yeah. I mean no. It was good, er, I don't remember it." Jeff cursed himself inwardly. He couldn't meet her eyes. And he couldn't imagine what would have made him tell her that. What a freakin' moron. You don't just tell your hair stylist that you had a dirty dream about her. Jeff squirmed in his seat.
Vicki was impressed with herself and her outward calm. That raised eyebrow was as much of a reaction as she would let herself have. Inside, she was bursting. She wanted to laugh at Jeff's discomfort, wanted to laugh because she was embarrassed. She spun the chair away from the mirror so she could cut the other side of his head, but really, she didn't want him to see her face that was turning to red it was almost purple.
She bit down on the inside of her lip to keep from laughing. Her mind was whirring as fast as the motor in the clippers...so he had a sex dream about her, did he? Hmm. As far as she could tell, you don't have those over someone you don't like, or aren't attracted to. It was quite an interesting development.
Vicki finished the work with the clippers, then turned him and laid the back of the seat down so she could shampoo him. Jeff had skipped around his embarrassing announcement and had started telling her about a trip he was taking. Vicki listened enough to mutter the occasional encouraging comment, but her brain was elsewhere.
Vicki looked at him. Really looked. He was attractive. Medium build, brown hair that she expertly cut, and she knew that a startling shade of blue hid behind his eyelids. He had a good jaw, and his nose was a little on the large side, but it wasn't out of place on his face. All in all, he was a good looking guy.
When Vicki had first started, another girl did his hair. When she quit, Vicki took him over. At that time, she had thought he was cute. He would come straight from work in dress pants and a button down shirt and tie, and Vicki always thought he was sexy. He would take off his tie and unbutton the first few buttons, leaving his undershirt peeking out. For some reason, Vicki always had the urge to place her lips on his collarbone.
As Vicki rinsed out the conditioner, she had the urge to trace his lips with her tongue. Giving herself a mental shake, she turned off the water and grabbed a towel. Jeff sat up, and she dried his hair gently, then traded the towel for a comb and shears.
"Wow. I'm sorry. Now we're awkward. What kind of douche bag tells their hair stylist they had a sex dream about them?"
Jeff just couldn't let it go. He had to apologize for telling her. This haircut wasn't as open and easy as the rest of them. He felt like a total pervert for it happening, let alone telling her.
Vicki bust out laughing.
"Oh, Jeff, you're miserable aren't you?"
"Basically, yeah. Yeah, I am." His shoulders shook as he huffed a laugh along with her.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh like that. But it's just funny. And I'm nervous."
"Don't be nervous. I'm an ass for telling you."
