I was new to the area, so I had to find all new replacements for things I took for granted not long ago. One of those things was a new hair stylist. Having longer-than-average hair for a male, and not wanting a cookie cutter haircut, it was difficult to find a stylist that knew how to do a decent job on a man with longer hair. On my way to and from work every day I passed a place called "More Than A Trim" that had a huge sign "Under New Management Taking Appointments."
A few days later I walked in for my appointment and my stylist Leesa was at the front door waiting for me. She was a stunning little Hispanic woman, a pleasant surprise. My guess was she was in her mid-20s. Probably 5' 5" with some very nice curves. Looked like 36-26-34 to my trained eye. She was wearing a short little black skirt that didn't even reach mid-thigh. Her feet sat atop shiny black stilettos. The most eye catching part for me was from the waist up. Her long, black hair wrapped around a beautiful narrow face and fell half way down her back. She was wearing a tight, breezy white button down blouse that did nothing to hide the fact she was sans bra today. Her dark pink areolas were quite easy to see and her erect, gumdrop sized nipples looked like two pencil erasers poking through the shirt. I could already tell this was going to be a pleasant experience.
She walked me through the large, clean, brightly lit salon to the back corner where her station was. There were only two other stylists there, both with clients. There were several empty stations just waiting for a stylist to rent.
I had barely sat down in her chair when she draped me in the knee length black plastic bib. As I watched her in the mirror run her long, thin fingers through my hair we chatted. I found out the other two stylists were her sisters. They had recently purchased the building and were trying desperately to build up the business. If things didn't pick up soon, she didn't know what they would do.
She finally asked me what I was looking for in a haircut and, once we determined a plan of action, she led me over to the wash basin. I sat down in the reclined chair and placed my neck into the cutout in the sink. She stood next to me and was soon kneading my hair with warm, soapy water, chit chatting the entire time.
She fell in tight to me. Before I knew it, her breasts were pressing against my face.
I wonder if she's expecting me to turn my head away?
I thought to myself.
Fat fucking chance!
There was no way that was happening. However, I did manage to resist the urge to turn my head into her, which would have put my nose squarely into her exposed cleavage.
The bust-filled hair cleansing ended all-to-soon. She toweled me off and led me back to her chair. As she ran a comb through my hair, she leaned into me and whispered in my ear, "Did you like my tits in your face?"
My jaw dropped. My eyebrows nearly flew off my head.
Shit! Busted!
"Uh, excuse me? What? I, uh..."
She giggled and, still leaned into my ear, said, "It's okay if you did. So, did you?"
I could see in the mirror she was wearing a devilish look on her face. I felt one corner of my mouth curl. "Well, uh, yeah, sure, I guess."
She looked at my reflection in the mirror. "You guess?" she said smiling. "You're not gay, are you?"
"Gay?! Ha! Uh, yeah, no." I shook my head. "Uh, no," I said emphatically.
"He he, that's good!" She lifted her breasts, watching herself and me in the mirror. "Most men love my tits. Don't you like them?"
Call me dense, but I finally figured out I was in the clear. I lightly nodded my head. "Okay. Oh yeah, for sure. Oh yeah, I definitely like your, uh, tits. Oh yeah, absolutely."
She giggled and started to run the comb through my hair again. "He he! Good." She paused and grinned into the mirror. "You know, for an extra 25 bucks I'll do the cut with my shirt open," she said under her breath.
My heart stopped for a moment. My eyebrows raised. "No shit?"
She nodded. "He he! No shit."
"Hell yeah!" I said way too loudly.
She giggled again and shushed me. She turned full into the mirror so I could watch her slowly unbutton and peel back the shirt. As translucent as the shirt was, one couldn't the full sense of just how magnificent her bosom was until it was out in the open. My God, they were incredible! Perfectly round and defying gravity. She lightly caressed them and gently pinched her nipples.
"There, isn't that better?"
I nodded. "Oh yeah."
She finally began to tug at my hair and expertly snip at it with the long, sharp scissors. All the while, she pressed her warm, soft torso into mine. I watched in the mirror her globes jiggle with each movement of her arm.
It wasn't long before she whispered, "You know, it's okay if, you know, you want to, um, lick 'em or suck on them."
As I opened my mouth, I remembered to use my inside voice. "No shit?!"
She nodded and giggled. "He he! Mmm hmmm."
She no sooner finished the hum when she gasped and paused. I had an entire areola in my mouth with my tongue swatting at it's tip. Without permission, I raised a hand and began to paw at the firm mound of flesh. Leesa took a deep breath and went back to the business of cutting my hair, albeit moving much slower and deliberately now, stopping to take the occasional deep breath.
She was making good progress when a thought occurred to me.
I wonder how far she'll take this?
She exhaled when her tit left the grip of my hand. The next instant she squealed and was on the balls of her feet. Her hands froze and her eyebrows disappeared into her long, dark bangs.
I smiled at her reaction. My hand was under her skirt. Her snatch was naked, swollen, and soaked.
