Bobby was sitting in a local "unisex" beauty parlor, waiting to get his hair cut. He was the only person left in the shop and, since it was late, he assumed he was the hairdresser's last customer of the day.
Bobby studied the hairdresser, whose name was Lisa, as she put the finishing touches on the customer she was working on when Bobby arrived at the shop. Lisa was a slim, attractive woman in her mid-twenties. Bobby watched her take money from the customer ahead of him, a plump middle-aged woman.
The other customer left and Lisa turned to Bobby and smiled. "I'm sorry, Bobby" she said, "Mrs. Gillingham took longer than I expected. She's such a chatterbox, and she won't sit still. That makes her take longer."
Lisa walked to the door, locked it, and put a "Closed" sign in the window. It had been a long day and the last thing she wanted was someone walking in while she was with her last customer. She wanted to finish Bobby's haircut, then go home. Not that going home was any big deal. Her live-in boyfriend had just dumped her for some bleached blonde teenage slut, so there was nothing at home for her to go to.
"That's OK," Bobby said. "I don't mind waiting." Waiting wasn't bad. He got to look at Lisa while he did. And she was pretty, very pretty.
"Shampoo, cut, and blow dry, right?" Lisa said.
Bobby nodded. "Just like always," he agreed.
Lisa was wore her long dark brown hair in an attractive, loose, fluffy style. She had on a white silk blouse with long sleeves and big collar, and a snug, very short black skirt. The legs displayed by the tiny skirt were well-shaped, very well-shaped. And the dark pantyhose Lisa was wearing made her lovely limbs look even more enticing.
"She's something else!" Bobby thought as he followed her to the chair. "I wouldn't mind making it with her!" He found the idea of getting it on with the pretty hairdresser in her shop more than a little exciting.
Lisa put a protective plastic cover over Bobby and fastened it around his neck. When she did, her hip brushed against Bobby's arm and he felt his groin tighten.
After the cover was fastened, Lisa spun the chair around. "You have to lean back so I can do your shampoo," Lisa said, releasing the seatback latch and lowering the young man so he could put his neck in the groove in the specially-made shampoo sink.
Bobby eyed the hairdresser as she got the water temperature right, wetted his hair, then began lathering it. She had a really nice bottom, he noticed. Passion continued to stir deep inside him. He was going to have a major case of blue balls if he kept thinking the things he was thinking.
Lisa continued to work the lather into his hair and Bobby gripped the arms of the chair, acutely aware of the lovely woman's nearness and the sweet feelings he was getting from what she was doing to his hair.
"Tell me if the water's too hot," Lisa said.
"It's...ah...it's fine," Bobby replied. Did his voice sound funny, or was he just imagining things? "The water isn't too hot, but I sure am!" he thought. He couldn't believe what a randy bastard he'd turned into this summer.
Lisa kept working her fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp, and as she did her firm thigh brushed his hand. Bobby felt her warmth and, without thinking, extended a finger and gently caressed her leg. He figured the worst that could happen would be that he'd get slapped.
Lisa, busy working shampoo into the young man's hair, at first wasn't aware he was caressing her leg. Her first inkling something was happening was a tingling sensation--little shocks of pleasure shooting into her. She was a little perplexed to by the realization. At first, she didn't know what was happening, then she glanced down and saw what Bobby was doing.
"He's touching me!" she thought. "The little shit! My God! What am I going to do?" At first, she tried to ignore the feelings and continued working lather into his hair. She figured he'd stop eventually if she didn't respond. Bobby had nice hair, thick and full, she told herself, trying to get her thoughts off what the young man was doing to her.
Lisa didn't wasn't aware she was doing it, but her body began to press against Bobby a little harder. Even if she didn't want him to do what he was doing, her body, denied satisfaction since her boyfriend left, was seeking his delightful touch.
Bobby was pleasantly surprised when Lisa moved closer. "I don't believe it!" he thought, his cock jumping. "She's pressing against me! She likes what I'm doing!" His movements became bolder. As long as Lisa wasn't telling him to stop, he wasn't going to! He kept touching her.
Lisa continued washing Bobby's hair, acutely conscious of her customer's seeking fingers and the effect they were having on her.
"What am I going to do?" she thought. "He's playing with my leg! I've got to stop this before he gets the wrong idea!" She opened her mouth, intending to tell Bobby to stop, but nothing came out. "What he's doing does feel nice," she told herself, scandalized by her thoughts. Was it possible she didn't want the young man to stop doing what he was doing to her?
"He's young and he probably thinks he's getting away with something. It's harmless," she thought, unconsciously rationalizing her inaction, "What's the harm in letting him cop a feel? There's no harm in that. I can stop him any time I want to."
Bobby knew Lisa was taking a lot longer doing his shampoo than she usually did, and she was pressing against him a lot while she was doing it. The pressure of her leg on his hand and the sensations resulting from what she was doing with his hair had given him a full-blown, throbbing erection.
"It's a good thing I'm covered," he thought. "Otherwise she could see what's happening to me." Emboldened by Lisa's lack of protest, he began caressing her leg with his whole hand. As it slid over the warm nylon-clad skin of her leg, his penis jumped as if it had been touched by a live wire.
Lisa felt her insides start to writhe when the boy's hand began gliding over her stockinged thigh. She better stop him now! This was way more than she should allow him to do! Instead of stopping Bobby, she finished rinsing his hair, shut the water off, and wrapped a towel around his head, tucking the ends carefully.
