I only knew her by her screen name. I only communicated with her via e-mail. But the e-mails were so intense and detailed, I felt like we knew everything about each other, at least everything that we wanted the other to know. The communication had reached a point when a rendezvous as inevitable. The scrip had been written through months of back and forth fetish exchanges. This is my story:
I've never seen you. I've never even spoken to you. But I know it's you. You stride up confidently, right on schedule. Your looks are exotic and your hair is enchanting. Your high heels make you look a little taller than 5'3", as your profile says. And as you reach the door I can see that your nails are long, square tipped and pink, as I requested.
You know it's me. I am the only one waiting outside the barbershop at the appointed time. I can see that you are a bit surprised at the length of my hair. Your eyes sparkle in anticipation of the shearing you are about to witness, it's not going to be a little trim.
Without saying a word, I open the door for you to enter the barber shop. As you pass by I cannot help but stare at your fine, little body. The scent of your perfume adds to the excitement I am beginning to feel.
It is a three chair shop. The waiting chairs line the wall opposite the barber chairs, perfect for the show I expect you to put on while I'm getting skinned. Two barbers are busy cutting hair. The third chair is empty, apparently not being manned today. There is one male barber and one female barber. The male barber looks to be about 60. He is chatting with the man he is giving a haircut to. The woman barber is about in her mid 40's. She is attractive and appears to be finishing her customer. It looks like I'll be lucky enough to draw the woman barber. I prefer woman barbers.
We sit in the waiting chairs. No body else is waiting. I survey the barber shop and the barbers. You casually sit, cross your legs and pick up a magazine. As you read, you place your hand over on my leg. With your hand resting on top of my leg, you lightly scratch the inner part of my thigh with your long, pink nails. My already stiffening cock comes to immediate attention. You continue to read the magazine. We act as though we've been together for along time. We're going to fuck in a few minutes and have not yet ever had a direct conversation.
The woman barber finishes her customer, receives payment, and asks "next", as she looks in our direction. I stand up and walk over to the chair. As I turn to sit down I see you close your magazine, keeping it on your lap. As the barber places the tissue tightly around my neck we are staring confidently into each others eyes. You have a slight smile on your beautiful lips. As the barber places the cape over my body and fastens it up around the tissue paper she asks me how short I want to go today.
As we continue to look directly at each other, I tell the barber that its ladies choice. Without hesitation you tell the barber to give me a shaved recon, skin tight on the sides and back. I tell the barber to leave it about ΒΌ inch on top. Smiling, you get in the last word by telling the barberette to make sure the sides and back are clipped using a #0 blade or less. You are looking at me with a sexy smile as the barberette prepares the clippers.
As the barberette returns with the clippers and turns them on, you slightly reposition yourself so that your body is directly facing me. She brings the clippers to the side, places her hand on top of my head to steady it, places the clippers in front of my ear and pushes them up the side of my head. Very seductively, you sweep your long bangs up on top of your head. Almost taunting me because you your hair is so long and beautiful, and mine is about to be history
The clippers do not hesitate as they easily shave my long hair off, leaving a bald path as they move. Your smile turns more playful as you enjoy the events unfolding before your eyes. Your hand, below the magazine, appears to be pushing down into your crotch rubbing whatever it can. Your excitement makes you a little fidgety.
As the barber moves around to the back the baldness left in the wake of the clippers is dramatic. You uncross your legs and spread them slightly. Although it is dim in the waiting area, I am able to confirm that your pussy is totally bald, just as advertised. And from the glint in the lights, it appears to be a bit wet as well. I can only smile, and be thankful that the cape is hiding my raging hard-on.