I was stuck working late, and I had an interview in the morning. My hair was shaggy, and I needed to get it cut. As I drove home, I noticed a chain hair salon still open, and swung into a parking place. They closed in 20 min, so I figured that there would be enough time to get my locks trimmed.
When I walked in, a very sexy, dark haired woman greeted me. She took my information and guided me back to a chair. She said she was almost ready to lock up, but she would take the time to do what ever I needed. She flashed a sexy smile as I sat in the chair.
As she whirled a smock around by neck, I noticed she had a very nice shape. Her tight shirt pulled up, and displayed a very firm tummy. She noticed my glance, and smiled. She told me that her name was Zenia.
She stood very close, and her fingers thru my hair, and asked how I would like my hair to be cut. I told her that I just needed a trim, and to thin it out a bit. As she moved past me to get her trimmer, she ran her fingers lightly across my shoulders, and down the length of my arm. Her tools were in a bottom drawer, and she bent over at the waist to pull out what she needed.
Of course I checked her out. Her stretch pants were pulled taught across a very appealing ass. The material pulled a deep crevasse between her cheeks. I liked what I was seeing, and I began to take inventory of her nice body.
Her hair was long, about to the middle of her back. Her legs were slim and ran right up to that round firm ass. Her tummy was flat and slim. Her boobs were nice, about B or small C cup size. A very nice package, I thought.
She looked at her watch, and excused her self. She walked to the door and locked it. She turned off the "Open" light and turned off the front lobby lights. She explained that she had to close up the place, so that no one else could come in, while she walked back to me.
She pressed her boobs into my shoulder as she clipped here, and trimmed there. She would drag her fingers across my back, arms and shoulders, as she moved from side to side. She moved closer when she started the back of my head, brushing her boobs against my back.
When she moved back to the front to trim, she lowered my chair, and nearly straddled me. She placed her chest scant inches from my eyes. They jiggled as she moved to and fro. I'd been to this place before, and none of the other girls had ever been so playful. I really began to wonder if she was actually hitting on me, or was just being extremely friendly.
She returned to my side and began cutting again. I decided to see if she really was hitting on me. I let my arm drop, and then when I pulled it back; I ran my hand along the outside of her leg. She kept working and did not move, so I did it again. This time she purred softly.