I'm never going to another barber again. Not after the haircut I got the other day from Beckie. In the early evening, the other day, I strolled into my local hair-cuttery shop. A cute little receptionist put my name into the computer and told me that Beckie would be ready for me in about twenty minutes. I sat in the waiting area for a while, flipping through magazines, before a pleasant looking young woman walked toward me and asked, "Are you Jerry?"
"Are you Beckie?" I returned.
We said hello to each other and I followed her back to her chair. As she walked in front of me I watched her ample figure sway before me. I regarded her as I would any woman who was unknown to me, with passing interest, but nothing more. Beckie was slightly overweight, which I prefer in my women. Something in her walk told me that this young lady needed some cheering up today and a boost to her confidence level.
We discussed what she would do with my mop of hair and as she was about to get down to work, I said, "Work your magic, Beckie."
She smiled and began her task. She hummed softly as she cut off some of the longest stuff with an electric clipper. I told her that I always thought using electric clippers worked the best on curly hair like mine, as opposed to using scissors like most other barbers.
As she worked I watched her and smiled approvingly of her skill. As she circled me in the chair, I felt her breasts graze my ear. Inaudibly, I emitted a low sigh and, oh so slowly, the dance began.
I closed my eyes and tingled at her every touch. Her fingers glided through my hair as she circled my chair. Then I felt the light swipes of her brush on the back of my neck, and she announced, "Time for your shampoo."
She led me to a chair in front of a sink and I melted into it. I lay there in bliss as warm water, fragrant shampoo and strong, expressive hands began massaging my scalp slowly and sensually. I had the distinct feeling that because of the same attraction I was feeling for her, she was giving me extra special treatment. Because if she gave such a slow and long, erotic shampoo and scalp massage to all of her customers, then she truly is the world's greatest barber.
As her fingers kneaded my scalp, I began to stiffen my neck and tried to hold my head as still as possible against her strong hands.
I was so glad that my barber's bib stretched from my neck to over my knees. Below this perfect tent, I was swelling and my balls were dropping. I could feel my entire southern region cry out, "Yeah boss, we like this one!"
Then she was toweling my head dry. She leaned over me and her upside-down image asked, "Are you still with me?" and she gazed into my eyes.
With half-lidded eyes I slowly turned my head and deeply inhaled at the thin fabric covering her breast. She leaned into my seeking mouth and partially covered my head with her smock. From this sweet spot I suckled her left breast through her blouse and watched her as she kept a lookout from this hair-washing station in the back of the shop. Evidently, everyone's attention was elsewhere because she let me go on suckling for a few minutes. I even got to turn the other way and love the other breast a little.
Finally, she eased herself away, straightened her smock, and guided me up from the chair. We glided back to her barber chair slowly, barely touching as we went. I leaned into her slightly and whispered, "I'm glad I'm wearing this tent over me," and she giggled.
With my hair freshly washed, she went to work in earnest. I loved getting my haircut by this woman for multiple reasons. I knew she liked me and found me sexy. Hell, she let me suck on her tits right in her own salon. Secondly, everything was falling into place for a spectacular evening, including some stellar lovemaking if the erect nipples straining through the gauze blouse had anything to say about it. So I figured she'd make me look decent.
She was wrapping it up and whisking away the last of the stray hairs when I asked her, "Beckie?"
"Yes, Jerry?"
"This place closes in about fifteen minutes, doesn't it?"
"Yep, you're my last customer of the day."
"And the best?"
"We just might see about that."
"I hope so. In fact I was just thinking of how nice it would be if you let me go over to the new restaurant next door and save you a spot for when you get off."
"Good idea. See you in about fifteen then, Jer."
I paid for my haircut and we parted professionally, amidst all her colleagues that had no idea what we had just set up.
I sipped a fruit smoothie in the cozy restaurant booth and waited for her. I considered the possibility that she wouldn't show up and hoped that wasn't the case. I decided that I would tread lightly and not push her too fast.
My thoughts shifted from one fantasy to the next. In my mind's eye, she lay in her barber's chair while I lapped at her pussy, then later I was slowly sliding in and out of her pussy while she gripped the arm of the chair and screamed in ecstasy. Next, we were at the hair-washing station and I was trimming her soft brown pussy hairs in between licks.
"Hey there," a voice said, shattering the daydream. It was Beckie. "You look like you're deep in thought, mister," she said as she slid into the seat across from me.
"Yeah, I was. Good to see you, Beckie. Glad to be off work, I'll bet."
"Oh yeah. Y'know, I feel a little funny about doing this, but," she paused. "To tell you the truth, I'm not even sure what I'm doing here."
I needed her to relax and let the evening unfold, unplanned.
I tried to remove any pressure she was feeling by saying, "How about we just start with a bite to eat, get to know each other a little better, and then figure out what comes next, if anything." At the last part, I noticed her start ever so slightly, as if to consider that this meeting could go absolutely nowhere, and in a flicker of the eye, I detected a slight disappointment if that turned out to be the case. Okay, I told myself, I'm in. Time to start the romance.
From that moment, I became concerned for her alone in the whole world, and I could tell that she began to care about me, too. We both ordered a salad, a light meal of broiled fish, and we shared a bottle of wine.
In her company, I soon forgot where I was as I watched her eat and I drank in her sensual movements. Over tea and dessert, she bore into my eyes as if to weigh whether I was worthy of the plan she was hatching, or if I'd just use her and dump her as soon a prettier or thinner girl came along.
I looked into her eyes and said reassuringly, "I won't hurt you, Beckie. I think this could be very good for both of us."
A sense of relief seemed to wash over her. She scooted a little closer, leaned toward me and whispered, "Okay then, come to the back door of the salon in ten minutes," and she left. I paid the bill, hoping my swelling member didn't betray me as I stood at the register.
After what seemed like an eternity, but was actually only about ten minutes, I casually strolled around the back of the strip mall. Beckie's place was on the end, so I went to the first door around back and knocked softly. The deadbolt clicked, the door swung open, and there she was, wearing her barber's smock. I stepped in and she quickly re-locked the door.
I heard the click of the lock just before she spun around and leaned back against the door. I planted my palms on the door above and to each side of her and watched as she slowly unbuttoned her smock and let it fall to the floor. She was completely naked underneath. I lowered my lips toward her upturned face. Her hands moved up and down my sides, lightly feeling the muscle and skin through my shirt.
Our lips met and tongues intertwined. Hot breath expelled over each other, scented with garlic and Merlot. Her hands explored my chest, sides and back. I kept my hands firmly planted on the door, but leaned into her, straddling one of her thighs. She could feel my growing manhood and sighed, "Mmmm Jerry, is that for me?"
"Just for you, Beckie," I replied.
