The last time I went to one of the chain stores and got my hair cut, a friend of mine, Meghan, chided me and told me I should have come to her. She said she'd actually taken classes and had almost obtained her license, but was then sidetracked into another job. She told me that she had everything she needed and that it would both save me money and give her more to help pay her bills.
I'm usually reluctant to intrude on my friends like that, although it's not because I don't trust them. I just find it easier and more convenient to walk into a place on the spur of the moment and get it done. But, Meghan wasn't working much and I figured it was better to give her business and money instead of the chain place. So I agreed. Besides she'd just moved into a new place she was interested in showing me.
I'd only known Meghan for the past year and it was a very casual relationship. I was twenty years older than her, so we really wouldn't have much in common anyway. But, I'd see her at work about once a week or so, never socially. And while we had the makings of a good friendship, I really didn't know a lot about her. All that was about to change.
We made arrangements for me to come over at 2:00 that Friday, a day I took off to run a bunch of errands anyway. I showed up on time and she invited me in. Meghan shocked me a little with her outfit, so it took a second for me to register that the door was open. She wore a white, low-cut, spaghetti-strapped shirt and grey cotton shorts, both hugging her form nicely. She had large breasts, D-cups at least, that I'd always admired from afar, but now I got a special, bra-less close-up look as she held the door open for me. It was a warm day and because of her air conditioning her nipples were hard, pointed, and very evident.
Her hair was wet from her just showering, I guessed. The water droplets were running down her neck, and her top was getting wet, making it even more see-through. My breath caught in my throat as I stood there, almost dumbfounded.
When I looked up to greet her, she smiled, and I knew she caught me staring. I blushed, hoping she wasn't offended, but we continued into her new house as if nothing was amiss. I waited, standing in her living room as she shut the door behind us, leaving us in private in the cool air.
"Do you want something to drink," she asked, walking by me and teasingly grazing my arm with her hand.
I was shaking a bit, excited to be alone around her like this. It was the first time I'd ever really spent private time with her and the fantasies that were going through my head excited me, although I shook them off. My head often played tricks on me like that. I mean, twenty years difference was a pretty big deal. There were tons of good-looking guys her own age that she could be with.
"No, I'm ok." I followed her into the kitchen where she was bent over, straight-legged, reaching into the refrigerator. It was an incredibly erotic position for her to be in and I felt myself hardening on the spot. My eyes traced up her long, tanned legs, and centered on her lovely ass for a moment. My mouth felt so dry as I licked my lips. Her breasts were swaying a little, barely confined within the shirt.
She stood with a can of pop in her hand and closed the refrigerator door. As she lifted it to her mouth, she looked and smiled at me, almost as if knowing the thoughts that were going through my sex-addled brain.
"Why don't I give you a tour of the place," she suggested, grabbing a hold of my hand. "This, of course, is the kitchen," she giggled. She led me through the house, showing me each of the rooms and talking a bit about what she wanted to do with them. At the end of the hall, we walked into her bedroom. "And this is my bedroom," she said, letting go of my hand and moving to the bed to sit down, "where all the magic happens. Oh, let me show you what a friend of mine just got me yesterday." She stood and moved quickly over to the dresser, opening the top drawer.
I could see several objects inside, besides the expected clothes, and she pulled one of them out, shocking me. It was a handle with several leather strips hanging down from one end, like a whip. She swung it around for a moment, eyeing me, as if waiting for my reaction. I gulped, seeing such a sexual object in her hand was very erotic. She slapped it against her hand and then against the back of her leg.
"I haven't had a chance to try it yet... but it gets me excited thinking about it." She smiled at me, almost playfully... almost hoping I'd help her out.
I blushed and shook my head in embarrassment, making her giggle.
"Maybe later," she said, throwing the whip onto the bed. "I need to dry my hair if you can wait for a few."
"Yeah... sure."
She disappeared from the room, moving down the hall and into the bathroom. I heard the blow-dryer start a few seconds later. My eyes wandered to the whip and, almost on its own accord, my hand reached out and grabbed it, picking it up. Was it just a gag gift? I felt it in my hand and moved it around for a moment, wondering what it would feel like to receive a whipping from it... wondering if she really would enjoy it... wondering if *I* would really enjoy giving it.
I set it back down on the bed and looked around her room. The walls were decorated with seductive, suggestive pictures of naked and half-naked men and women in different sexually-suggestive postures. It was tasteful, but sexy as hell. Then my eyes caught the camera in the corner, mounted on a tripod. The lines from it were connected to a portable TV that was sitting on a dresser beside it. I realized I had no idea who this girl really was and it surprised me.
I stood and moved over to the camera and TV and saw a stack of videos haphazardly placed on the top of the dresser. Even a casual glance at them told me what they were... porn. I looked at a few of the covers and noticed the theme of bondage and discipline, both straight and lesbian. Beside the videos were a couple toys, too, vibrators and a butt plug. I gulped and realized just how hard and excited I was getting. It definitely wouldn't do for me to be like that while she was cutting my hair, so I walked out of her room and headed into the living room. I sat on the couch and waited, trying to get my erection to subside.
It didn't take her long to finish drying her hair and came out looking absolutely fantastic and I felt the air catch in my throat again. I sat stunned for a minute. Her hands were up in her hair, teasing and fluffing it, making her breasts lift and jiggle with each movement of her body. She looked at me with a faint, knowing smile on her face. Did she know what she was doing to me? Did she mean to?
When you came in the air went out.
And every shadow filled up with doubt.
I don't know who you think you are,
But before the night is through,
I wanna do bad things with you.
"Ready?" she asked, standing in the doorway to the kitchen. I stood and followed her inside, my hand moving my cock into a more comfortable position while she wasn't looking. She showed me to a chair by the sink, placed a towel around my shoulders and had me lay back so she could wash my hair. Her hands felt so good on my scalp as she massaged it, washing my hair. I looked up and saw glimpses of her breasts as she stood right beside my head, seeing the perfect protrusion of her nipples. She moved around me and I could feel water splashing a little as she rinsed my hair. When she pulled back from me, I saw that her shirt had gotten very wet in the front, exposing more to my sight.
She looked down at herself, seeing what I was looking at, and smiled. "I guess I got a little wet. Well.... wetter," she giggled.
One of her legs fell between mine, so that she straddled one of my legs, as she lightly dried my hair with the towel. My head was bent forward, giving me an incredible view of her abdomen and short-covered pussy, too. Her shorts were a little wet, too, but weren't see-through. We pulled the chair back into the center of the room, then, and she used the comb and scissors to cut my hair. As she moved around, her breasts would graze my arm, or her thigh would graze my leg. She'd, again, straddle my leg and cut from the front, giving me a lovely and lasting view of her body.
I couldn't believe that this was actually happening to me. I obviously only knew the bare minimum about Meghan, but I never suspected she was such a tease. I was mildly embarrassed, but incredibly turned on. When she turned away from me for a moment, flashing that incredible ass once again, I thought about that whip and the naughty things I'd do with it. I thought about pushing her down onto her bed, bending her over, and making her ass a rosy pink before playing with her. I had to move in my seat to adjust my growing erection.
She finally finished my hair and was standing in front of me, once again straddling my leg. She was sliding her fingers through my hair, checking for missed spots and making it look teased. My gaze landed on her breasts, watching them jiggle beneath her top, watching the lovely cleavage inspiring my imagination.
Her hands then left my hair and she looked down at me, her smile gone, replaced by... desire. She gasped in frustration, as her hands moved to the bottom of her shirt and she lifted it over her breasts, exposing them to my gaze. I was dumbfounded, my brain almost unable to process a thing. I went to say something, to protest and tell her I should be going. I thought I should do the right thing, be the gentleman, keep our friendship just that. But she put a finger to my lips, silencing me. She didn't want to hear anything that stopped this.
Then, slowly, she took hold of one breast and leaned down, moving the nipple to my lips and pressed it into my mouth. My lips encased the hardness and I sucked and licked it. Her other hand moved to the back of my head, stroking it and holding me in place.
After a few minutes, she moved the other breast to my mouth, repeating the process. She was breathing hard, enjoying what I was doing to her. Obviously her teasing and my wandering eyes had gotten her excited. She pushed her body into me, pushing my head back as her breast threatened to smother me. She pushed her hips down and into my abdomen, sliding against me as she humped against me. My hands moved up to her hips holding and encouraging her. They moved behind her, finding and caressing her ass, my fingertips prying into the crack of her ass, searching...
Suddenly, she pushed away from me and stepped back. The look on her face was feral and wanton. She was panting loudly as her hands moved to the waistband of her shorts and she pushed them down and off, along with her panties, tossing them aside. She moved back into me, standing over me so that she straddled both my legs, looking down at me. My eyes were moving up and down her body, looking over her naked glory. Her hands moved to her pussy and slowly stroked it as she watched my face, watched my expression as if it fueled her own desire.
She slowly masturbated as I watched. My cock was so hard that I thought it would burst free through the zipper. It was becoming very difficult to remain sitting there clothed. Her fingers pushed in deeper with each stroke, coming out so very wet. I could smell her excitement, see her juices shine in the light as she swiped her fingers across and around her clit.
