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 2
Another 6 weeks had passed and it was time for another haircut. I spent quite a bit of time just gathering up the courage to take it further. It's been decades since I was last naked in the presence of a woman besides my wife (colonoscopies aside, but I insist on sedation for those, and to me, there is absolutely nothing sexy or erotic about a colonoscopy. Also, the nurses have seen it all). And then there is the matter of broaching the subject again. I decided on the best way to revisit it during my haircut.
As i sat down to my next appointment, I could already feel my cock beginning to swell as Andrea put on the smock. As usual, we of exchanged pleasantries as she started to cut my hair.
I looked around to get the feel of how a CFNM situation might play out. Andrea has a space to herself. It's housed in an old hardware store in a strip mall that was partitioned into about 30 small salons, each one individually owned and operated. Andrea paid a fee to rent the space. Her salon, like the others, was only about 12 feet by 12 feet. It was a little crowded in her salon, but she was able to fit everything she needed. The wall facing the hall to get to her shop was all glass with a sliding door for access, which left the entire salon visible from the hallway. There were curtains for privacy, though I had never seen any closed. She had one barber chair for the client, which faced a large mirror. Opposite the mirror was a small counter with lower and upper cabinets. Next to the cabinets was a sink for washing hair and another smaller barber chair for washing purposes only. It's usually reclined a bit for hair washing purposes. An office chair; one that you might find in a waiting room, sat near the entrance, which rounded out the decor. Gray tile with black and white flecks made up the floor.
An unusually warm spell of weather started our conversation, but in a matter of minutes, we were silent. It was the perfect time to break the ice and revisit her revelation from my last haircut.
"So, I still can't believe you let a guy get naked while you cut his hair. I'm just kind of amazed something like that could actually happen."
"It did," she explained. "It happened maybe three other times with the same guy. He only came in like twice a year and the last few times he would always make sure he was the last appointment of the day. Before sitting down he'd say, 'May I?' as he reached up and paused his hands on the top button of his shirt. I'd tell him, 'Sure' and he'd disrobe before sitting down. I'd go about my business, which didn't take too long--he didn't have a lot of hair. Then he'd pay and go."
All the while I could feel my dick getting harder thinking how brazen and lucky this guy was.
