After the appointment with Jamie on Tuesday evening, I settled into the normal routine of barbering for men. On Thursday evening, about closing time, the phone rang.
"Hello, Mark's Barbershop."
"Hi, a friend of mine recommended you for some detailed personal grooming," said one of the most feminine and sexy voices I'd ever heard. "Would you possibly have a time slot for me tomorrow evening?"
"Absolutely, what time would you like to come?"
"Around 7:00 would be perfect for me."
"Then 7:00 it is. The front door will be locked so just knock when you arrive."
"Thank you. By the way, is this Mark?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good, my name is Cathy. See you tomorrow night."
Business was starting to look up. My first real reference was coming in. I quickly cleaned the shop and restroom one more time. It would only need a touch up tomorrow after I closed and before she arrived. I remember trying to imagine what she looked like. If the body matched her voice, she was off the charts.
I was on edge most of the following day. Who had recommended her? Had Jamie referred someone already? I doubted Shelley would have.
After closing, I touched up the shop and cleaned the restroom once again. I put all the towels and the table in place and set up the light and the curtain. After another quick look around, I walked across the street to a small diner and had a sandwich and soda. I remember it was my first Fanta orange soda. Coco Cola had just introduced it as part of its American product line. Some drinks with that name had been here before WWII and more recently from Mexico.
A few minutes past 7:00, I heard a knock on the door. I could see a dark image of her standing outside as I walked to let her in. When I opened the door, my heart almost stopped. There stood one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She maxed out on every comparison scale I could think of. I stammered out, "Cathy?"
"Hi Mark, very nice to meet you." That was the voice I dreamed about last night.
"Likewise, Cathy. Please come in."
I locked the door behind her and watched her walk to the rear of the store and behind the curtain. My goodness, she had the perfect body with a pert and well-rounded ass and killer legs. She knew how to walk so that men noticed. I could have died right there with full confidence that I had seen the best of the best.
I estimated Cathy was about 5'7" with auburn hair that was straight. It was a few inches below her shoulders. Nicely tanned face, arms and legs were like you see on many women at California beaches. Her face was a work of fine art with dark blue eyes. She wore a light brown top, which revealed a bare midriff; no bra, but her large firm breasts didn't need the support. Her nipples were well hidden behind the folds of her top. Cathy's shorts were dark brown and about mid-thigh long. She wore open-toed sandals. She was breathtaking.
"Mark, you did some work for my aunt a few months ago. Maybe you remember Shelley?"
Oh my god! Is it possible that the two most beautiful women I've ever met were from the same family?
"I remember her very well. A stunning young lady."
"She also remembers you very well. Like I said, she's my aunt but we are only a few years apart in age. My father is her older brother, some 18 years older in fact. Shelley and I grew up together and are very close. We share each other's secrets, if you know what I mean."
"Of course." I replied.
"After your work on her, she told me that she had the wildest weekend of unending sex that it was possible to have. Her boyfriend just couldn't keep his hands off. Her exact words that she told me to tell you were 'the plan worked, the gift was really appreciated and that she wants to see you again soon.' What she really meant is that they fucked like rabbits for two days and she wants some more."
We both laughed.
"Cathy, I can tell you're a fun lady. I had a nice time with your aunt and am glad it worked out as planned. Now, let's talk about what you'd like to have done."
"Basically, I want the same work you did for Shelley. However, if possible, I'd also like to have a whole-body massage as I have a few sore muscles and need to relax. Do you do massages?
Shelley says you have the most amazing hands she's ever felt."
My heart rate jumped. How could the most drop-dead gorgeous woman come to my little shop and ask me to rub my hands all over her body? Only in dreams does this happen.
"The massages I do are for men's faces and necks as part of the shaving experience I give. They seem to enjoy it but I've never massaged a lady, much less her whole body."
"Shelley told me that you massaged her pussy and butt and that it just about drove her crazy with excitement. I think she said that she had two or three orgasms, which was all she could do to control. If you can do that, Mark, the rest of my body will be easy. I'll help you along if I think you need it."
Lord, call me home now. I've seen and heard it all. Not only does the most beautiful woman in the world come to my shop and ask me to rub my hands all over her body, but she is offering to help me learn how to do it with full knowledge that she's going to have several orgasms. Life can't get any better.
"Sounds like a plan, Cathy. This isn't a massage table, but we can make do this time. If you come again in the future, I'll be set up properly to make you more comfortable. If you could slip out of your clothes, l'll wash my hands and prepare some warm oil to use. If you need to use the ladies' facilities, it's the first door on the right.
She nodded and walked to the restroom, turned on the light and closed the door. After a minute or so, I heard the toilet flush and the sound of hand washing. When the door opened, she was totally naked. I thought I heard angels singing.
To complement her face was the most beautiful breasts I could ever imagine. Cathy had areolas about the size of Ben Franklin half-dollars and pink nipples that stood out what seemed like half an inch. I could have crawled into her lap and sucked those nipples for the rest of my life.
As expected, she sported a full bush of brown hair. Her legs were works of art and the thigh muscles indicated that she exercised often. Cathy's legs tapered down to exquisite, finely chiseled ankles and feet. As she turned, I could see that her ass was round and firm, the shape you see in Playboy.
Cathy walked over to the side table and laid her clothes on the tray. She glanced at me, smiled and climbed on the table. Laying back on the pillows, she said, "I'm ready."
I walked to the head of the table with a dish of warm oil. "I'm afraid that any massage I do on your face and around you eyes will ruin your makeup. Do you want me to skip those areas?"
"No. I'm going home after this so don't worry about it. It's dark outside and only you'll see me messed up." Again, that easy laughter that was so sexy.
With that, I moved her hair out of the way and slowly, with just my fingers, started lightly rubbing her forehead and eyelids. Just small circles and light touches across her face and around her mouth, nose and jaw. I thought this was the most sensual thing I'd ever done. Repeating this several times resulted in her relaxing and laying her arms on the table beside her.
"Your hands and fingers are amazing. I've never felt such a gentle touch like that," she said.
Slowly, I worked under her chin and around to the sides of her neck. I kneaded her neck muscles and massaged her ears and lobes several times. Next was to the top of her chest and shoulders. I added several drops of oil and increased the pressure to help her relax.
Cathy's arms and hands were next. I wrapped both my hands around each arm and slowly worked down, stretching the muscles I'd lubricated with lots of oil. For a minute or longer, I rubbed her hands and fingers. She watched me the entire time with an intriguing smile. I wished I knew what she was thinking.
"Cathy, how about turning over and let me do your shoulders, neck and back."
As she turned, I helped her rearrange the pillows to form a valley where her breasts could nestle comfortably. I'm not sure what size cup she wore but it had to be a "C" or "D."
The warm oil dripped onto her tanned shoulders, neck and back. I began a firm massage that focused first on her neck, then both shoulders. She was almost purring with low moans. Pressing down hard on her back with the heels of my hands was making her more relaxed by the minute. I slowly continued working in circular motions across her shoulders and back and approached the base area near her ass. With my thumbs, I traced the full length of her backbone several times as my fingers curved over the sides of her ribcage. The way her skin moved under the pressure of my hands was turning me on.
"Mark, I'm really sore in the small of my back. Can you spend extra time there and on my buttocks?"
Did I mention I loved this job?