I go to a salon for a couple reasons. One, I'm not convinced I can get anything other than a great shave at a barber; two, I have nothing in common with the kind of men who go to a barber and three, I love being around women, especially in an environment which is primarily theirs.
About two years ago, I changed where I get my hair cut. The reasons why I changed aren't important but this one is a good place because my stylist, Aidan knows how to give a good haircut. She has a good ear for what I want and she has amazing attention to the detail of the cut. She's also not intimidated by the fact that I have a definite idea of how I want my hair to look.
Aidan's chair is next to Candace's. When I would sit down, I would try to position the chair so that Candace was off to my left and within my peripheral vision because Candace is stunning to me. She is about 5' 7" with well-groomed brunette hair that is cut just below her shoulder. She has gentle but quietly intense brown eyes that convey a rare mixture of confidence and humility. She's a beautiful woman but she doesn't carry herself as if her entire personality is based on being beautiful.
She tends to wear earth tones and she has no need to use a lot of makeup. She grooms herself well but she doesn't overdo it. I imagined that if I went into her bathroom, she wouldn't' have it stuffed with bottles of partially used cosmetics. She strikes me as a woman who has found what she likes in her grooming products and she uses them sparingly. In other words, her beauty doesn't come from containers of makeup but from the sparing use of it.
When I snuck looks at her while Aidan cut my hair, I observed over the course of time that she had a tribal tattoo on the base of her spine and a tummy with the right amount of softness so that her tummy stuck out just a bit out from under her short-cropped shirts. Her skin had a sheen to it that just invites me to think of spending an evening snuggled on the couch while I idly caress her as we watch a movie. I would sneak peeks at her and then occupy my mind with thoughts of exploring her skin while idly listening to Aidan's mindless chatter. I would imagine what her C-cup breasts would feel like the first time I felt them in my hand, how her nipple would taste in my mouth and whether she would moan as I traced the contours of her breasts with my tongue. My haircuts were always over way sooner than I wanted.
After I had been to see Aidan several times, I began to listen in on Candace's conversations and I would jump in with a smart ass comment once in a while. I have an odd sense of humor and some people just don't get it. But Candace did. She would giggle at my dumb puns and a few times enthusiastically laughed at good jokes. Yet, she would never make eye contact with me. I always felt this was not because she was shy but because she was teasing me with her aloofness. She had caught me sneaking glances at her and I doubt I'm as unobvious as I'd like to think I am when I flirt. Though she teased me, I never got the sense that she was being mean about it. Consequently, I didn't give up on flirting with her.
One time during a cut, I had to go to the bathroom. The bathroom is tucked back in the corner and there's all kinds of crap around the area. Sometimes, if they have just received shipments of products, the area is cramped, as it was on this day. I came around the corner and Candace was talking intensely with another stylist. Neither of them saw me, so without really thinking, I said, "Excuse me," and touched her hip with my hand as I angled around her. There was something about touching her there that electrified me. I hadn't planned on touching her but when it happened, it affected me. Touching her on her hips enticed me, in large part because she didn't recoil or withdraw.
When I came out, she was there and it was obvious she was waiting for me. She looked me in the eyes for the first time and her eyes scanned me in a confident and polite manner. She didn't stare and she wasn't lewd about it. She just took me in. And then she scooted around the corner ahead of me and let me watch her walk to her chair.
Over my next few haircuts, Candace made more eye contact with me and she joined in the conversations Aidan and I had. One fall evening, as I arrived for my appointment, she met me at the door, touched my shoulder and asked if she could take my coat for me. Ordinarily, the cute but skill-less college girls who worked the front desk would take it so Candace's effort was not part of the normal pattern of customer service. When I handed her my coat, I could see the gentle curves of her cleavage and the softness of her skin. I wanted to lay my face on her breasts and have her play with my hair. I couldn't be certain but it seemed her back straightened subtly as my eyes scanned across her breasts. It was as if she were presenting them to me. We made eye contact and then easily looked away, breaking the moment on purpose.
During my next cut, Aidan was chattering away about an Orlando vacation and I saw Candace lean over to get something from her station. In one view, I was able to see the fullness of her breasts mostly hidden by a low-cut and tight shirt, just a hint of her tummy over the top of her jeans and her tribal tat framed by light pink panties. The effect was stunning and I could feel my face's expression shift to one of awe. Not overtly obvious but not particularly subtle either. She turned and smiled at me. Her brown eyes were warm and deep and they were clearly inviting me to her.
After my cut was done, Candace cashed me out. While I am not necessarily the smoothest of men, I nonetheless knew that there was mutual interest and so I casually asked her if she would like to grab a coffee after she was finished with work that night. She said, "I'd love to. You can pick me up at 9:20," and she handed me my credit card and signed receipt.
We went on several dates and had no difficulty talking with each other. We didn't see a movie until the third date, mostly because I prefer talking during the first few dates. During the movie, we held hands and I caressed her knee. After the movie was over, I helped her put on her coat from behind. I could smell her. It was her hair, her body, maybe her perfume but it wasn't an obvious fragrance. It was simply the smell of Candace. I leaned into her from behind and let her hear me softly smell her and quietly mmmmm'ed into her ear. "You smell so good." She smiled at me, took my hand and led me out of the theater into the lobby.
Our fifth date involved me coming over to one of her friend's house with her for a small gathering of friends. We sat around and made jokes, talked politics, current events, music, movies... whatever came to mind. The conversation flowed and there was an easiness among her friends and their boyfriends that just helped me relax and settle in. It's always hard for me being a new guy among an established group of friends because I'm a little bit shy at first. But she must have laid the groundwork well with them because they all seemed to know me and they liked me.
At one point, when the party had temporarily broken up as people got drinks and food, she leaned over and said, "I want you to take me home." She didn't say it with urgency so I decided to take our time in making our departure. About 40 minutes later, we were putting our coats on and saying cheery goodbyes. As I closed the door behind me, I heard her friend Karen say, "They just fit together."
As soon as the door to her house was closed, I turned to her, pressed her up against the door and kissed her. Our mouths not fully open and our lips doing all the work of kissing, we gradually built up one another's arousal. I broke from her lips and my mouth roamed her neck, kissing her skin with subtle lip movement, sometimes softly sucking her skin into my mouth, sometimes using the tip of my tongue to trail around the skin of her jaw and neck. She took my face in her hand and pulled me back to kiss her lips.
A lot of people use too much tongue when kissing. It's just a lazy, blunt way of kissing that says the kisser doesn't have the patience to build arousal slowly. Candace didn't make that mistake. The tip of her tongue first touched my lower lip with a quick, light caress. It was over in a moment but its sensuality increased my arousal. After a few soft lip kisses, her tongue came back to my mouth and found my tongue. We both moaned softly as we combined lip kisses and probed one another's tongues.
