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?). Reading from the beginning will help add a lot of context to each chapter, so I highly recommend starting at the beginning. I hope you enjoy the story. I've already written several chapters with more on the way. I truly appreciate all the positive comments thus far. I'd love to hear your comments and criticisms.
Chapter 4
My "routine" with Andrea strayed little during the next several visits, which was absolutely fine with me. Every time I walked in, she politely asked if she should close the curtain and every time, I politely said, "If it's all right with you, yes, please." The strip, the haircut and hair wash preceded the masturbation session. And each orgasm was as explosive as the last.
I didn't take anything for granted, as I was still enjoying the exhilarating rush I felt as I took my clothes off in front of her, especially since six weeks elapsed between visits. I spent the first three weeks afterward masturbating as I recalled each trip, trying to recall as many lurid details as possible. I was really trying to get a read on Andrea; she didn't seem "turned on" by what I was doing, but she wasn't exactly turned off, either. I admit to spending quite a bit of time figuring out her motivation, more out of my own curiosity than anything else. I do tend to overthink things at times.
Leading up to the visit, I fantasized about how the next opportunity would go. Would Andrea try to participate? What might she do to "help" things along? I was over-thinking things again, though it was far more fun to let my mind wander freely in this direction. I refrained from having an orgasm for an entire week before my next appointment; I wanted to put on the best show possible when the opportunity came (pun intended!).
Once the smock was on, I did take to slowly stroking myself as she cut my hair. It was rather surreal at times; conversing about the weather or sports, all the while I'm tugging at myself. I would watch Andrea in the mirror as I pleasured myself. Occasionally she'd look down at my crotch, but it would only be a fleeting glance.
I also started to be a little more revealing. The last couple of times, I pulled the smock up to reveal my hard-on when I reclined in the chair for my wash. The first time, only my balls and the base of my shaft were exposed. The second time, I pulled it all the way up, exposing my manhood for (hopefully) her viewing pleasure. The throbbing in my cock felt so wonderful out in the open, knowing she had full view of it as her soapy hands washed and rinsed my hair.
After a quick dry and gel applied, I'd stand by the sink and start to stroke myself. Andrea would always grab the lotion, apply a couple squirts, and watch me do the deed. The last time I was there, Andrea moved; she now stood just to my left as I stroked with my right. She put her hand on my lower back as I stroked myself. I could feel her breast as it brushed against my naked arm, which only added to my pleasure as wave after wave of semen splashed into the sink. She'd hand me a couple towels and I'd clean up and rinse the sink out. And after the payment was processed, I'd hug her just a little more closely, each time whispering my thanks before leaving. And I'd be leaving a very happy man... another CFNM experience under my belt.
The next appointment, however, went much differently.
When I entered the building for a haircut, I was almost completely hard, anticipating what was to come. Right on cue, I turned the corner of the hall to see Andrea standing by her sliding glass door, ready to greet me, her warm smile finishing off my erection. Everything was going to plan until I walked past her and into her salon; there I saw a very attractive young lady standing by the counter.
"I'd like you to meet Jamie. She's a student at Glamour Cosmetology Institute. She's here to observe for a few days," Andrea said.
I stopped dead in my tracks at the sight of Jamie; she was gorgeous! She wore a sheer white sleeveless top with a white, spaghetti strap tank top that was clearly visible underneath. The outer top was tied at the waist. Black yoga pants and strappy black sandals completed the outfit. Her long, strawberry blonde hair was tied in a pony tail and held in place with a black scrunchie. She had soft facial features, a warm smile accentuated by red lipstick and a pair of perky breasts that looked like they were just a little bigger than her body frame should allow. All in all, beautiful.
