Six weeks was becoming to too long between appointments. I was certainly enjoying the visits, but the week leading up to my next appointment was nothing short of excruciating. I began having thoughts about pushing my luck.
I started thinking about the salon while running errands late one afternoon. And when my thoughts turn to the salon, my bulge begins to grow. I didn't have an appointment; could I just show up to see what happens? I decided to give it a try. I thought up how I was going to handle myself once inside the building.
A little more about the building; when you enter the salon, after the second set of double doors, the foyer splits left and right. The hall connecting all the private spaces goes in a big circle around the building. I always go left. About ten feet to the left, the hall turns to the right and the circle begins. Dawn's salon is the second on the left after that right turn. I could see almost immediately that she was in. However, as I neared, I could hear a woman's voice. Once at her door, it was a lady in Dawn's chair talking. Her hair was sticking out this way and that, there were pieces of what looked like bubble gum wrapper in her hair. Dawn had latex gloves and her lab coat on applying what looked to be dark latex paint. In other words, I had no clue what was happening in there.
"Hi," Dawn said. then a confused look came over her face. "We didn't have an appointment, did we? I'd remember if we did."
"I'm sure you would," I thought to myself.
"No, I just came in to say 'hi" to someone. I'll be back in about three weeks, for sure, though." I tried to sound reassuring to let her know everything was good.
"OK, looking forward to it," was Dawn's response.
I gave her a grin. One of those shit-eating grins full of innuendo that we both understood. "I'm sure you are," I again thought to myself.
The lights were on in Kate's place just down the hall. She is three doors down and on the right side of the hall. Kate was with a client and the sliding door was closed. Unusual, but not unheard of. Probably exchanging some gossipy information. I waved to her and she waved back, flashing her pearly white teeth in that big, beautiful smile of hers.
So I continued down the hall. Another turn to the right and in the back of the building. There are six shops on the right and four on the left before the hall turns to the right one more time to return to the front of the building.
Georgene's lights were on. And she was alone.
I spotted her opening up her back cabinet. Georgene was wearing an incredibly tight pair of dark blue running pants that showed off her well-toned calves and thighs. She also wore an oversized white cotton pullover. It had flared sleeves that ended about halfway past her elbows with a lacy collar that plunged a little in the front, but not enough to show any cleavage. And unfortunately, it was long enough to cover her ass. She had her back to the door and was pulling her purse out.
"Um... hi!" I said to Georgene.
"Hi Greg. How are you?"
"I'm good. I was just... uh... I was just bored and driving past. I thought I'd stop in to say hi."
"Is that all you stopped in for?" Georgene asked, a little smirk on her face.
"Well.." my voice trailing off.
"It just so happens that my last appointment of the day had canceled earlier today," Georgene explained, "I was leaving. But I have a little time if you do." There's that sly grin again. And she blushed, turning her cheeks a very attractive shade of red.
"I would really appreciate that," I said sincerely.
Another grin and she was on her way to the door and curtains.
Georgene closed and locked the door, then secured the curtains shut.
Georgene was eyeing me up and down. I took my shoes and shirt off. But when I went for my belt, she suddenly said, "Wait."
With her hand held up, she told me to have a seat in the office chair. She leaned back on the arm of her barber chair and started asking questions, my shorts still on.
"You play any sports in high school?"
"I played a little football and baseball."
"Tell me a little about it," Georgene said.
So I went on to talk about the positions I played in each sport. Then she asked what the coaches were like, what my other teammates were like, who our big rivals were. I answered high school sports questions for a good 15 minutes. By now the thoughts I had about what was going to happen next were completely gone.
Apparently, that was the point.
Georgene then said, "All right, now come here." She beckoned me with her index finger. In just three steps, I was right in front of her.
Georgene immediately dropped to her knees, quickly undid my belt and dropped my shorts and boxers in one swift move. My now nearly flaccid cock was less than a foot from her eyes. She reached out with her right hand and started to caress it. Naturally, my cock instantly began springing to life. Her gentle caresses had me completely erect and twitching in less than a minute. Her curious eyes locked on to my throbbing member instantly became another memory burned into my brain.
