The Salon A Cfnm Story Ch 09

OK... I started writing this story on the premise that I'd write as long as I received positive feedback. It's been way more positive than I could have imagined! Thank you!

With that said, I'm now having way too much fun writing these chapters. Putting my erotic thoughts into words has been very cathartic... and highly arousing!

I have a few more twists and turns in mind, so the story won't be ending anytime soon. Let me know if at any time my story "jumps the shark".

As always, the characters are fictitious and it's best to start at Chapter 1. The chapters aren't too long, so you'll get caught up quickly.

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My next several visits were a mix of blowjobs and masturbation; masturbation when Dawn or Kate joined Andrea, blowjobs when it was just Andrea and I. I just assumed Andrea did not want to go down on me in front of the other ladies, which was fine with me. I can understand how it might be a little intimidating performing such an act in front of an audience. She didn't offer so I didn't ask.

Andrea wasn't always in the skirt and blouse, but she now wore make-up consistently. And she kept the high heels in her salon, always slipping them on when I arrived. She even started letting me put the heels on her feet after I had stripped. What a rush! I seriously enjoyed kneeling at her feet and slipping those sexy heels on her delicate feet. Being stark naked only added to my enjoyment. If you couldn't see the excitement in my eyes, it certainly showed in my erection.

Dawn was always very enthusiastic watching me stroke myself and Kate was her usual gorgeous self. Both would stand next to me and were getting a little more aggressive touching me; grabbing my ass and teasing me by stroking my arm and chest while I stroked myself. They still, however, hadn't touched my cock. Though I did wonder why, I really didn't care. They didn't offer, so I didn't ask. I just appreciated the extra set of eyes on me.

Andrea was getting a little better giving blowjobs. She was slowly using her mouth more and her hands just a little less. She was letting me cum in her mouth, though she'd immediately run to the sink to spit out the mouthful of semen. I told her I'm just as happy with that as I am with everything else. Who am I to argue such a thing? I was truly enjoying a CFNM hobby I could never have dreamed up on my own.

I continued to be conflicted about elevating my relationship with Andrea. She certainly had been in a better mood of late. And I wasn't sure I wanted to be in a relationship. Andrea seemed to be someone I'd be interested in, for sure. So what was keeping me from taking her on a date to see what would happen? As long as I had doubts, I wasn't about to do anything rash.

It was after the second blowjob that I received a surprise just before leaving.

"I have a boyfriend... and he's wonderful!" Andrea told me. I could sense the excitement in her voice.

"That's terrific!" I told her. "How long have you been seeing him?"

"Three months now. It's getting pretty serious pretty quick. I think I'm falling for him."

"Good for you. I'm truly happy for you," I said. And I was, though I was also doing the math in my head. That means I'd been here at least twice since they'd started dating and the sexual experiences hadn't changed. So everything's good there, I guess. I was then overcome with a little jealously and a lot of shame for having thought of only myself instead of taking into account Andrea's feelings. She looked happy, so I should be happy for her. Any regrets about asking her out left me.

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I had wondered what the next visit would be like armed with the new information. Is having a boyfriend going to change her? Is it going to change the nature of my visits? I was a little nervous. I was enjoying the CFNM lifestyle more than I'd ever thought. But so far things hadn't changed. I wasn't getting too worried. It had been a great run. And I'd have a lot of wonderful memories to fall back on.

The memories brought me back to an early attempt at CFNM with my ex-wife.

As an attorney, my -ex had a large selection of "power suits"; a mix of skirts and slacks with matching blazers that she'd wear with a variety of low-heeled pumps. Multiple shades of silk blouses, some with buttons, some without, rounded out her business attire. They were also clothes she couldn't wait to get out of after a long day at the office. Once home, she typically slipped into sweatpants and a loose-fitting tee, usually bra-less underneath. Then she'd work from home late into the evening.

One Friday evening, after coming home from work a little earlier than normal, I had dinner ready, so we ate before she had a chance to change.

After dinner, I asked her to get dressed up for me. She looked a little confused and kept asking "Why?" I just insisted and told her, "You'll see." She decided to go along with my request, thankfully just to appease me.

Once in the bedroom, she put on a very pretty sundress that had a nice floral pattern of yellows and pinks. It was sleeveless with buttons in the front from top to bottom. A couple of the buttons near the top were unbuttoned, as were several near the bottom. She also wore a pair of white, strappy sandals. She got embarrassed at my leering, but I couldn't help myself. She looked stunning!

"You look fantastic," I told her. She looked a little uncomfortable at the compliment.

"I have one more request. I need you to wait in the bathroom for 30 seconds."

She was very surprised by this request. "What? Why, Greg? What's going on?"

"Just trust me, you'll see," I said in the most reassuring voice I could muster. "Just 30 seconds."

Fortunately, she just shrugged her shoulders and went along with it, walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind her.

My cock stirred quickly as she shut the door. Once she was inside with the door closed, I stripped and lay naked on the bed, my hand holding an erection. When I told her to come out, she looked gorgeous, but was obviously taken aback my 'appearance.'

"I just wanted to show you how much I appreciate you," I told her as I began to stroke myself, "And you very much turn me on!"

Hearing that, my wife--ever the shy one--turned the lights off in the bedroom. Now just the light emanating from the open bathroom door illuminated the room. I asked her to come next to me, so she came and sat on the side of our bed next to me. She started to reach out to grab my cock, but I stopped her. "I just want you to watch me, "I said in an almost guttoral voice, "It's really turning me on knowing you're watching me."

I started stroking myself with my right hand. My wife, seated on our bed to my right, had her right leg curled up on the bed while her left extended to the floor. This allowed for a good bit of thigh to be on display. Seeing this, I switched hands and started stroking with my left while my right made its way to the bare skin on her thigh. I stroked myself as I fondled her thigh; her eyes moving between my eyes and my cock, occasionally closing for several seconds to enjoy the sensation of my hand on her thigh.

I could only watch her eyes as my orgasm gathered steam, my grip on her thigh getting a little tighter as climax approached.

Finally, I could take it no more and erupted all over myself, streams of cum hitting my throat, chest and stomach. All the while I kneaded her thigh, slowly inching my way up until my fingertips were grazing her panties, which were now feeling very warm.

After my orgasm subsided, I was almost overwhelmed with gratitude.

"I love you so much. Thank you so much for watching me!" I said excitedly.

"I love you, too, Greg," she said to me. She sounded genuine, even though I think she was still a little confused by it all. She then got up and grabbed a towel and cleaned me up as I lay there. Then she bent over for a kiss. I was not about to let her get away. I grabbed her biceps in my hands and kissed her deeply. I then pulled her over me to lay on the bed next to me. She understood what was going to happen and moved over me to lay on her back on the bed; our kiss never breaking off.

I then started kissing my way down her chin and between her luscious breasts. Her nipples were hard as rocks underneath her dress and bra. I continued to move down her stomach and move myself in between her now splayed legs. I sat up for a moment to undo a few more buttons on her sun dress, our eyes staying locked together. Then in one motion I slid her panties off; my wife moving her ass up and legs over so I could accomplish this feat. I looked at her and made a funny face; she giggled at me before I dove in for my meal.

I teased her by kissing all around the inside of her thighs down to her knees and back. I kissed all around her neatly trim mound. Then I carefully placed a few licks on the folds of her love before finally taking her pussy lips in my mouth. I find the smell and taste of her juices highly arousing! I alternated between licking, sucking and nibbling her clit. My wife very much likes when I "kiss her all over" as she likes to say, and the motions of her ass and the soft sounds of her moaning let me know I was working some magic once again.

Our session ended with my wife pleading with me to stop. Her clit becomes ultra-sensitive after several rapid-fire orgasms, so I broke free and kissed my way down her legs to end our love-making.

After laying next to my wife for several minutes, we both stood up. I stripped her of the rest of her clothes and we went to bed naked; for once, her work could wait until the next day. Some soft kisses and gentle caresses were exchanged before we drifted off to sleep.

Sadly, when I woke up, it was business as usual; despite it being a Saturday morning with no place to be, the laptop was open on the breakfast table. I knew it wouldn't close until the evening. At least the night before was memorable.

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When I saw Andrea, she again had on the white blouse and pencil skirt. She also had black flats on, waiting for me to finish off her outfit. The bright red headband was in place, as well as the red fingernail polish and red lipstick. All in all, she looked ravishing!

After the curtains were drawn and I stripped, it was time for the heels. Andrea would sit in her office chair as I knelt down to put them on her feet. This time, I held a leg up a little higher to see if I could get a glimpse of her panties. I was treated to a brief swatch of white before Andrea scolded me. "Hey, no peeking!" she said with a sly grin on her face. I simply smiled and went about the task of putting her other heel on before standing once again.

"Just so you know, we'll be alone today," she said softly to me before ushering me to the chair. I knew what that meant--blowjob!

Before getting started on my hair, I watched as Andrea undid one more button on her blouse. This exposed a white, lacy bra underneath, as well as her delicious cleavage. I had all I could do to keep my hands off myself at this point. I also desperately wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her, my passions so stoked by her confidence and her appearance. But she already had a "serious boyfriend" and I didn't want to confuse her further. So I sucked it up and let her cut my hair, watching every movement in the mirror and trying to get extended looks at her cleavage.

The hair wash after was sheer torture! Andrea was taking a lot longer than normal and was now purposely grazing first one breast, then the other across my face. I just sat there and took it. My twitching and throbbing erection was certainly showing Andrea she was doing a wonderful job teasing me.

After a quick dry and a gel, it was time to get back into the regular chair. Andrea had me sit down. She again pulled a lever to release the footrest. Then, looking me in the eye, she said, "Close your eyes and don't open them until I say so."

Naturally, I did as I was told. The only sound I heard was the soft squeak of a hinge followed by a cabinet door closing. Seconds later, I heard her say, "OK, open them."

I opened my eyes to find Andrea standing in front of me holding... a pillow? I had a confused look on my face. But my confusion didn't last long. Andrea dropped the pillow on the floor in front of me.

"Ummm, this is different," I told Andrea.

Andrea said nothing. With a sly grin, she reached out with her right foot to adjust the height of the chair, but instead of going up, she kept her foot on the pedal so the chair would go all the way down.

"OK, I'm really liking this!" I almost shouted out to her.

Adrenalin was coursing through my body as Andrea carefully removed her shoes and placed them neatly off to the side. Then she placed her hands on my chest. What followed was something we'd never done before; a very long, very deep, very passionate kiss. I brought my arms up to her sides so that they were right next to each breast. Our kiss lasted an entire minute. When she broke off our kiss, she leaned over to whisper in my ear, "I've been watching videos."

She looked at me with a smile to register my response. Naturally, I was grinning from ear to ear! She kissed me once more, then started kissing downward. She took each nipple into her mouth and nibbled them; a sensation I'd never felt before and certainly wanted more of. She continued to kiss her way down, finally kneeling on the pillow as she approached my cock. She then gazed at my penis like she was looking at it the first time, even though she'd seen it many times I'd lost count.

Andrea alternated between licks and kisses. The contrast between her red lipstick and nails and my olive skinned cock was a visual delight. Sufficiently lubed up with her saliva, Andrea then looked at me directly in the eye and plunged my cock all the way down to the base of my shaft. She was incredible. It felt like I had an orgasm without actually ejaculating. Her fingers now offered just a light touch as her mouth provided most of the pleasure. The coarseness of her tongue on the underside of my sensitive cock offered excruciating pleasure. Occasionally, Andrea would rest her mouth and stroke my cock, exchanging alternating and very loving glances between my eyes and my shaft.

Being a seasoned veteran of my orgasms, Andrea knew when I was about to erupt. With her right hand gently holding the base of my shaft and her left cupping my balls, Andrea rapidly bobbed her head up and down. Normally, I'd warn her. But I know she knows me too well.

Seconds before ejaculation, Andrea looked right at me and opened her mouth ever so slightly. I watched as the first huge gob of semen hit the back of her throat. Then with her eyes still on me, she closed her lips around my erupting member and bobbed her head back and forth as several waves of cum filled her mouth.

Naturally, she slowed her pace in perfect rhythm with my pulsating member. She carefully let my cock slip out of her mouth so as not to allow a drip, Then she swallowed. All of it. And I'm certain there was a lot! Andrea then proceeded to delicately lick and kiss me clean, milking that last drop of semen out and licking it off the tip of my cock before swallowing that, too.

"Oh my Gawd! That was.... I don't know what to say?" was all I could say after I caught my breath.

"I told you I've been watching videos. And I have been... well... practicing." It was obvious Andrea didn't want to share details, which was fine with me. "And there are YouTube videos that show how you blend a few things that make a concoction that tastes like semen. I've been getting myself used to it and I admit, the taste isn't that bad."

I was complete awe of her brazenness. The seemingly shy woman who once cut my hair had been replaced by a very confident, very sexy woman.

Needless to say, clean-up was a breeze after this session. I paid for my "haircut" and got dressed thinking to myself how amazing the next visit was going to be.

However, I was shocked to find out there would be no next time.

"There's something I need to tell you," Andrea said after our hug. "The boyfriend I told you about? He's moving. Out of state. And he wants me to come with him." Then, after a long pause, "I'm leaving in a month."

I was immediately disappointed, but not totally saddened as I gave her another hug. I thought to myself that she has a life... and it doesn't revolve around my sexcapades here. All in all, I had a lot to be thankful for over the last couple of years. I had developed feelings for Andrea, but I was now certain those feelings were based mostly on my CFNM experiences with her. And I was pretty sure any feelings Andrea had for me also came from the same vantage point.

I gave her one more quick kiss and said, "Thank you. I'm going to miss you."

She said, "Thank YOU! I'm going to miss this, too. I'm so much happier now, thanks in large part to you. And I've found someone to share the happiness with."

She paused for a moment. I watched her. It seemed as though she had more to say.

"I know you'll miss me, too," she added. "But you won't miss me for long. Go on, get out of here."

With that, I watched her as she smiled, gestured her head toward the sliding door, then turn her back on me. She buttoned her blouse, slipped on her flats and grabbed a broom to sweep up.

I gently shrugged my shoulders, turned and walked out of her salon for the last time. I watched her for just one more brief moment. She did not look back.

I was completely lost in thought walking down the hall to get out of the building when I suddenly heard a "Hey!"

I looked to my right. It was Dawn. She was sitting in her salon chair with Kate right next to her. Dawn had reading glasses on and a book opened up on her lap.

She peered over her glasses and looked at me.

"I've got the 23rd of next month open if you're interested." She gave me a wink, while Kate smiled broadly.

I gave a pondering look for a moment, then said, "Hmmm... six weeks from now? Book it!"

I flashed a wide smile and headed for the exit.