It was getting late when Natalie was about to lock up the shop. She could see a bearded man walking briskly toward the door. She groaned inwardly, not wanting to risk the man hearing her through the thin plates of glass that graced the front door of the hair salon. He grabbed the door handle just before she had the chance to lock the door. He pulled it open and Natalie could not believe what she was seeing.
This man was the hottest guy that had ever graced the salon. He had a dark beard and he was slim, just the way Natalie liked her men. She had always had a thing for men with beards, and this guy had her full attention.
"How may I help you?" she asked politely.
"I need a hair cut and a trim," he added as he fingered his beard. She watched his fingers and wished that she were them so she could feel this man's beard. She had never been so certain about a man before. She just knew that this guy was the right guy for her.
"Okay, sure. I'll go ahead and get you set up. Have a seat right here," she showed him where to sit. "I just need to go get my supplies. Please wait here."
"Thank you," he said graciously. He could tell that she had been about to lock up and he appreciated that she was staying late to cut his hair. He needed the trim before his big presentation in the morning. He was pleasantly surprised by how sexy the hairdresser was. "I'm Doug," he reached his hand out to introduce himself as Natalie walked back toward the chair he was in.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Natalie began, realizing that she should have already introduced herself. "How rude of me to not introduce myself. I'm Natalie."
"Nice to meet you," he said appreciatively as he let his eyes pan down to her breasts before he reigned himself in and lifted them back up to meet her gaze. She had nice tits. She began the process of prepping him for his haircut, putting the drape over him and asking him how he wanted his hair.
"I think I'd like to trim my beard nice and close to my face. I have a big meeting in the morning and I have a presentation. I want to look put together," he explained.
"I can definitely do that for you, but you'll have to return the favor," she heard herself flirting with him and she noted that he was looking at her body in the mirror as she began to shave some of the hair from the back of his head to thin it out a bit. Doug had thick hair and that was something that turned Natalie on. She also loved his beard. She was a sucker for bearded men and she couldn't help but think about how it would feel to ride his face.
She loved the way it felt when a man with a beard went down on her and she didn't realize it, but she was starting to really fantasize about how good it would feel to cum all over his face, all the while her hands continuing to do their job of cutting his hair. She didn't dare say anything but Doug was starting to notice the way that Natalie was looking at him.
He noticed how she was allowing her butt and legs to brush up against him and he decided that it wouldn't hurt if he moves his arm to where it might touch her as she pressed up against him. She pretended to be focused on his hair but she was really much more focused on him, the way his ear looked sticking out from behind his hair, the way his shoulders curved with strength, and the naughty look in his eyes that she was almost certain was there. She couldn't really be imagining this? Could she?
"So tell me about yourself? Are you married?" she asked, her palms sweating with nervousness. She never got nervous cutting hair and yet Doug had her feeling things she hadn't felt in years. She hadn't been dating since her last breakup. It had been cruel and ugly and she wasn't sure she wanted to try dating again. Now, as she looked at Doug in the mirror, waiting for his answer she realized she wanted this man. She really, truly wanted him and she couldn't stop herself from going after him.
"No, I'm single," he said slowly and carefully, holding her gaze in the mirror until she looked away.
"How is a man like you single?" she asked him, shocked that he wasn't taken.
