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 and more are on the way, thanks to your positive feedback. I'd love to hear your comments and criticisms.
Chapter 5
It was another six weeks before my next haircut, though it seemed even longer than that. The thoughts of my last visit still lingered in my head. The elation of the powerful orgasm I experienced--and showed--to Andrea and Jamie was quickly replaced by the apprehension I felt as I wondered about those two ladies who I bumped into before I left. What were they up to?
First and foremost, I needed to know how Jamie was told about our encounters. She had to know something was up. I don't mind sharing my exhibitionism to people who want to watch, but the phrase "loose lips sink ships" applies as much today as it did when it originated during World War II. I understand the irony; I'm worried about what people might think, yet I readily shed my clothes and masturbate for women who want to watch. It's just how I'm built. Over-thinking the worst, which I often do, did not help matters.
Normally I was nearly erect when I approached Andrea's salon, but everything on my mind had me a little on edge. Andrea still greeted me at her door in her typical fashion. I walked in to find we were alone once again. She politely asked if she should close the curtains. I said, "Yes, please," then proceeded to strip once the curtains were secure.
The fact that it was "business as usual" when I entered Andrea's salon made be feel a little better. I'm sure she would have called everything off if there was some kind of trouble brewing. At least that's what I told myself. Once I was completely naked, I took my seat in the chair and Andrea put on my smock.
This time, however, there would be no idle chatter.
"Andrea, I have to know. How did Jamie know what was going on?"
"I gave her a little heads-up." Andrea went on to explain. "She was with me for three days that week. Before we saw any customers, I told her I had one client who liked to get naked, and it's a guy. I asked her if she'd be OK with that. She said she wouldn't mind, as long as we'd be safe. I assured her nothing bad was going to happen. I told her I felt perfectly safe and I know this guy is not going to hurt us in any way. I told her you it had already happened several times. And I told her..." her voice trailing off.
"Told her what?" I inquired.
"I told her I've kind of been having fun watching." Andrea finally admitted.
So there was her motivation that I had been curious about. And it made me feel better knowing she was getting some enjoyment out of our arrangement. I was not going to press her to know what it was that made it 'fun'. If she wanted to share that, she would have or would share it when she felt comfortable. But I did need to know one thing.
"Obviously you told her I was going to masturbate. She wasn't shocked at all," I said.
Andrea replied, "Of course. I had to to make sure she'd be OK with that part. And she said she'd be fine with it, again as long as we were safe." Andrea paused for a moment, "Then it was kinda fun for me. Each guy who walked in; Jamie would look at me wondering if this was the guy who was going to strip. I never told her your name or when it was going to happen. Or even if it was going to happen. I told her I have a little line I give for the go ahead. But I didn't tell her our cue; you know, how I ask if you want the curtains closed? I told her you may not even want to go through with it. But I could tell the anticipation excited her a little. She told me after you left she was actually relieved you went through with it all. She said she was pretty amazed by the whole experience."
I watched Andrea in the mirror and hung on every word she said. I was in awe at how she played it. She didn't give Jamie any real specifics; just enough information to tantalize her. And protect me at the same time. The conversation and the thoughts running through my head were enough to ease my mind and bring back that familiar feeling--I had become erect once more. I didn't realize my hand had moved to my stiffened cock right away. It wasn't until I saw Andrea look down at my crotch to see the smock starting to move up and down that I realized I was stroking myself. Damn, it felt good!
Still, there was something off about Andrea. Ever since I started getting naked for her, I've been studying her a lot more closely. Again, over-thinking. I'm guessing it had to do with the ladies in the hall the last time I was here. I'd cross that bridge before leaving. No use spoiling a good time just yet.
With the haircut done it was time for the wash. Andrea removed the smock; my erection now gloriously bobbing in the air. Andrea began washing my hair, her fingers massaging my scalp through my soapy hair. The feeling of the scalp massage was making me daydream about what it would be like to have Andrea's fingers massaging my cock instead. But I dared not ask yet; I felt I had a really good thing going and did not want to push limits that I felt like I had already exceeded. In time, maybe, but not right now. Besides, I felt like she had to know if she wanted to take charge in that department, I wouldn't be stopping her.
Andrea then broke the spell she had me under. "There is something else I have to tell you."
I had both eyes closed. But I opened one eye and turned my head slightly to face Andrea. There was concern in her voice.
"Some people know," she said.
I knew immediately who "some people" were. It had to be the two ladies.
"I think I know who," I said, trying to play it cool but also wondering if things were about to spiral out of control. Guess we're crossing that bridge now.
"I know you do," Andrea said as she continued washing my hair. Normally the hair washes last a couple of minutes at best. This one was taking much longer. I think Andrea was waiting for me to be relaxed a little to tell me.
She continued, "Their names are Dawn and Kate. Dawn is a stylist with her own shop a couple doors down and Kate does nails across from me. They were wondering why I occasionally closed my curtains. So this last time, when Kate saw the curtains drawn, she grabbed Dawn. The two of them waited outside my door to see what was going to happen. And... well..."
