My name is Alex. I'm a 30 year old, divorced man. I've been told that I am attractive, and have been in several relationships. None of which worked out. I do still enjoy the dating scene.
My mother had me late in life, so my older brother, Wayne, is 20 years older than me. I have a sister, Susan, who is 15 years older than me. I'm pretty sure I was an accident. My brother has a son, Gary, who is the same age as me. Gary and I grew up together. Dated together, went to school together, and partied together. Still do, actually.
Gary got married when he was 22. He married a girl who was 21. Paula. Quite a pretty girl. Nice body, long blonde hair, killer legs. She was just finishing beautician school, and wanted to be a hairstylist. She was the stereotypical blonde. Not dumb, I would never call anybody dumb because of the color of their hair. But she was gullible. Would fall for a lot of things. And said some silly things sometimes because that's what somebody told her and she fell for it. She was a lot of fun to tease and screw with. And I did. She teased me, too, but in a different way. The three of us, and my wife, before the divorce, hung out together, went to concerts, out to dinner, and partied.
Paula volunteered to cut my hair when I said I was going for a haircut one day. I said sure. She wouldn't let me pay her so I bought her a bottle of her favorite wine. I used to just part it on the side and comb it over. She parted it in the middle, and layered it, and combed it back. I really liked it. Gary eventually built her a salon at their house.
Paula always dressed very sexily. She knew she looked good and liked to show off. She wore short shorts a lot to show her great legs and ass. And tight tops to show her big tits. Usually very low-cut. Or short skirts and halter tops. I don't think I ever saw her that she didn't look stunning.
It was a little difficult for me when she cut my hair. Because she would be running her fingers through my hair as she was cutting, and hold my face in her hands to turn my head different ways to see how it looked. And always at some point her tits would be pressing into the back of my head, or be right there in my face. Like when she was in front of me, straddling one of my legs, and leaning over to see the top of my head, or reach something behind me.
If I was wearing shorts her bare legs against mine drove me crazy. She knew what she was doing, and liked it. She was quite the tease. I'm pretty sure she made sure her breasts pushed into me on purpose. I never felt a barber do that. Plus, she always smelled heavenly.
I started getting haircuts more often than I used to. Occasionally she was the one that mentioned I was starting to look a little ragged. I would tell her it wasn't necessary, but she said she needed the practice. I did like the way she cut it, plus I enjoyed being that close and feeling her touching me.
CHAPTER 2
A while later, after my divorce, Paula was cutting my hair. In her kitchen. This was before they added the salon on at the house. The 3 of us were planning on smoking a little weed and having a few drinks afterward, as we usually did on the weekends. Gary got a call. He said that Sam was at the hospital visiting his mother and his car died, so he was going to see if he could help. Sam was another friend of ours. Normally I would go along, too, but since I was in the middle of a haircut he went alone. Gary was pretty good with cars, so that's who our friends called when they needed car help or advice.
We had been passing a joint around while Paula was cutting my hair, so we already had a little buzz. Gary said he was fine to drive, though. Paula kissed him goodbye and he left. She went back to snipping away on me.
I was wearing shorts this evening, and she had on one of her extremely short mini-skirts, and pantyhose. Her legs against mine were driving me crazy. She would straddle one of my legs and I'd be staring at her big breasts in the low-cut, tight, white top she had on with no bra. I saw her nipples making little points in her top. Then she'd step around back and lean into the back of my head as she ran her fingers through my hair to fluff it up. It seemed as if she was always pressing some part of her body against me unnecessarily. Not that I minded, I didn't. I liked it. But I felt pretty certain she could cut my hair without doing that. I bet she didn't do that with all her clients. I wondered if she was trying to seduce me. But I blew that off as wishful thinking. But I had no doubt she was doing it intentionally, to tease me. She was quite the show-off, and loved attention.
We made small talk as she continued to work. I had my hands laying on my outer thighs. When she stepped around beside me to look at my hair and make small adjustments, her leg pressed against my hand. It was the back of my hand, but still, it was exciting to have my hand almost on her leg. She seemed to stand there longer than normal, and her nylon-encased leg moved back and forth against my hand. I think the feel of nylon pantyhose on a woman is so sexy.
She stood in front of me to fluff my hair and look at my face and see if she needed to make adjustments. She reached across my shoulder to get a comb off of the counter behind me. This put her tits right in my face. I mean in, not close. She said, "Oh. Sorry about that."
I said, "No. Don't be. It was nice."
She fake smacked me and called me a pervert. She was straddling my leg with her legs spread apart. She kept moving my head this way and that. She squatted down a little to look at me straight on. This put her practically sitting on my lap. I felt the softness of her inner thighs against my leg. I was getting about half a hardon by this point. I was glad she had put an apron over me. It hid it from her. But when she straightened up she stepped in a little closer and her knee made contact with my dick. I don't know if she could tell or not, but it made it grow a little more.
The next time she stood beside me with her leg against my hand I moved my finger just a little to rub her leg ever so slightly. I know that sounds stupid, but I get my jolly's where I can. She didn't notice, or didn't mind. I don't know which. She was actually done with my hair, but continued to look at it from different angles, and fluff it up, and tell me how much better it looks than when I just combed it over. And I told her I liked it a lot better, also. Thanks to her.
She told me I was much more handsome with my hair this way. I told her that was a great compliment from such a beautiful lady. "And," I said, "I love that outfit you have on tonight. It really shows off your beauty."
"Well, thank you. That means a lot. It's new." Then she did a turn around to show me all angles. She got new clothes quite often. I said something to Gary one time about all the money they must spend on her clothes. He said she uses her tip money for that.
"Oh, yeah. Very nice," I said. Then she removed the apron from me, and brushed off a few loose hairs.
I started to get up, but she said, "Wait a minute. Not yet." Then she lit a joint and sat on my lap to give me a shotgun. That was almost more than I could bear. Her on my lap in her tiny mini-skirt with her lips practically against mine.
She stayed on my lap while we finished the joint. Being stoned, I guess I was braver. I rubbed her leg and said, "These pantyhose make your legs look fantastic. WelI, they always look fantastic. But I love the feel of pantyhose. Are they new, too?"
"Yes," she answered, "they are new. Do you like the color?"
"Love it. You look great."
"Thank you. I try."
Then she got up, and I helped her sweep the floor and put her stuff away. By the time we finished, I got a beer, and she got a glass of the wine I had brought her, and gone into the living room to sit, Gary was coming in the door. He said he got Sam going, it was just a dead battery and needed a jump. He said, "I smell pot. Did you start without me?"
"Yeah. Sorry," Paula said."We didn't know how long you'd be."
"Oh, it's fine," he said, "as long as there's some left for me." And he picked up the baggie to fill the bong.
CHAPTER 3
About 6 weeks later the three of us were going to go downtown to hear a local band we liked. I got to their house about 6:30. The show started at 7:00. Gary wasn't there. Paula said he went over to his mom and dad's house. They were supposed to go to her parent's house to help her mom with something or other and their car was acting up. So call good old Gary. He said if nothing else he would loan them his truck and they could drop him off at home. But they live about 45 minutes away, so he would be gone at least an hour and a half, probably more. Maybe we could go to the show a little late. If not, they'd be playing again somewhere else soon. No big deal.
Paula and I shared a joint. She asked if I wanted a trim while we waited. I said I might as well, that it had been a while. We went out to her salon, which was an addition they had built onto the house. I sat in the chair and she put an apron on me. I asked if she was going to change clothes so she wouldn't get hair all over the clothes she was going to wear out. She said no, it will brush off.
