I've read and long admired many of the stories on Literotica. I thought I'd try my hand at story-telling. This account is pure fiction, though I've made every attempt to make it as real as possible. It has also incorporated a few of my fetishes along the way (might as well play to my strengths, right?). I hope you enjoy the story. I've already written the first few chapters and will publish more with good feedback. I'd love to hear your comments and criticisms.
Chapter 1
Time for another haircut.
I made my appointment with Andrea online. I've been seeing her roughly every six weeks for a couple years now. Andrea could be very pretty. She has very pretty eyes, but some of her features are hardened. I suspect Andrea has not had an easy life. I know she's divorced with two kids, one of whom has learning disabilities. Though she's shared little of her personal life, I've gathered that the husband has no part in their lives. Thankfully her own mother is around to help with her kids.
The chat at my appointment with Andrea is always superficial; a typical business-client relationship.She knows my name (It's Greg, by the way). Aside from knowing my occupation (civil engineer), martial status (divorced), kids (two sons: one a college graduate and on his own, the other in college) and a couple of mutual interests, that's pretty much all she knows about me.
One thing that she does not know about me is that I'm into CFNM, or Clothed Female, Naked Male. Only my ex-wife knows, though she wasn't into it at all. She very much disliked any attempts by me to be naked inside our own home. It was never in front of our kids or in front of the windows or anything; just when we were alone. It made her extremely uncomfortable, so I dropped it after a few attempts. She really wasn't into our sex life, either. She tried, but it wasn't anywhere near as important as it was to me. She was--and still is--married to her work as an attorney. We had sex, it just never really appealed to her on a regular basis. She cared about me and cared about our sons, but work was never far behind. We parted amicably almost five years ago. We're still friends and have never re-married. Our circles of friends overlap; no one has intimated to me that she's dating anyone. In fact, we've hooked up roughly once a year since the divorce; lonesome talk gets the best of us sometimes. Then it's always back to her work.
I haven't remarried myself. I'm in my mid 50s now. I've gone out on a few dates. Most of the women around my age seemed anxious to get serious immediately. Not something I want for myself right now. I just enjoy doing my own thing. One of those things I'd like to partake more in is CFNM. It just appeals to me. I'm not into the whole humiliation scene, nor do I want to expose myself to someone who doesn't want to see me. I just want to be nude in front of other clothed females. These "restrictions" have kept me from fully getting into a CFNM scenario, but I'm OK with that.
Back to Andrea and my haircut. On my most recent appointment, Andrea greeted me warmly, as is her custom. She has a decent body; straight black hair with a few gray strands that runs just past her shoulders. She typically wears a zippered hoodie; it's usually zipped high enough that it's tough to tell whether or not she's wearing a blouse. If I had to guess, I'd say she's a D-cup, but again it's tough to tell with the clothes she wears, which always includes a black apron. Jeans and sneakers rounded out her outfit today. Occasionally she swaps the jeans for yoga pants. It appears she has birthing hips, but again, the hoodie doesn't help.
