This past summer, late one Friday afternoon, my last haircut appointment for the week finally arrived. She was a new client and had made the appointment at the last minute. All she wanted was a trim before leaving on her vacation the next day.
She was young, about 25, tall, dark, trim and very attractive. She was wearing a white blouse and short black wrap around skirt. We made the customary introductions, her name was Julie, and as I always do, I prepared to shampoo her hair before beginning the cut.
I helped her on with the robe, which we always provide, and she sat down and leaned her head back at the shampoo station. As she did, the robe and her skirt rose way up her thighs and I noticed that she was wearing stockings with a garter belt. The top of her hose on one leg came into view and I could see the little clip attached to her garter belt. Her smooth, lightly tanned thighs were an interesting contrast to the black silkiness of her stockings.
As I shampooed, we made small talk and discussed how we were going to cut her hair. After the shampoo, we went to the styling chair in front of a large mirror to begin her hair cut. While I cut her hair, we talked about the Caribbean vacation she was taking the next day. As we talked Julie crossed her legs. This makes a nice even haircut almost impossible, so, I asked her to uncross them. I always look into the mirror when I talk to my clients and as she uncrossed her legs, I noticed the reflection of the crotch of her white panties peek into view momentarily.
We continued to talk and cut, and she continued to cross and uncross her legs. At one time it seemed that she kind of caught me as I captured another glimpse of her white panties in the mirror. Her legs seemed to stay parted just a little longer as, in the mirror, her eye caught mine.
After finishing, she got up and took off her robe while I swept the area. As she was preparing to pay me, she asked if I could wax between her eyebrows. I said "sure" and we proceeded to the back where we have a waxing station.
The wax was already heated and ready. She got comfortable in the reclining chair and I Applied the wax over the special paper placed between her eyebrows. When it had cooled, I pulled it off and along came the small unwanted hairs. She said "good, now that that is done, how about a bikini wax?" She proceeded to pull her skirt up and open.. revealing the tiniest little white silk panties; framed by her garter belt, hose and creamy thighs. I was momentarily stunned as no one had ever done that to me before. I had never even done a bikini wax.
I stared at those little panties. They were beautiful. The material was so thin, Almost transparent, with little flowers embroidered in. The waist band which looked like it had been crocheted, was no thicker than a strand of yarn It rose up to her hips and nestled atop her garter belt. Dark pubic hairs pressed up against the tiny covering and peeked out around the top and sides. Gazing ever downward, the curly little hairs were also visible between her thighs on both sides of her pantied crotch. Time seemed to stand still as I took in the sight before me.
The faintest outline of her pussy slit made its way right down the center as her outer lips pressed against the taut fabric. I felt myself flush with excitement as my heart rate soared. "Yes, I'll be happy to do your bikini line." I heard myself say. "But we'll have to remove those panties so I don't ruin them with the wax."
Tentatively, my hands reached out toward the tiny waistband, my fingers touched her soft flesh as they slipped under the satiny fabric. Grasping the tiny straps, I began to slowly slide her underwear down. She lifted her hips as I continued to pull them across her creamy thighs, down her calves and finally, off her body. My heart was pounding so hard, I was sure she could hear it.