One day, when I was 18 years old and a senior in high school, I went to get my haircut. The barber shop I usually frequented was very busy and I did not want to wait. I went to another place in the same shopping center, the kind of "unisex" national chain place that is more like a factory than anything else. It may be unisex, but I was the only male over the age of 8 needing a haircut that day.
I was the only person waiting, which was a good sign. The woman who called my name was an absolute babe: a redhead with a huge bust who was wearing a rather low-cut sweater. She leaned down to scratch my name of the list, and all I could do was stare! She stayed there a little longer than she needed to, and I was instantly hard. In fact, I could feel my cock straining against the fabric of my jeans and pressing into my side of the counter. She asked for me to follow her back the sink and was wiggling her ass as she walked. She was wearing a pair of tight and low-cut jeans, and her sweater did not go all the way to her waistband, exposing part of a tattoo in the small of her back. Man, she was hot!
I sat in the seat as she washed my hair. Normally, I close my eyes but not this time! She was leaning over me, and it was all I could do to resist the urge reach up and grab one of her ample tits. After a while, I could make out the outline of a nipple straining through the fabric of her sweater. She was really thoroughly washing my hair, giving me a great massage, and one that seemed more sensual than any I had ever received.
I wanted nothing more than to relieve the ache in my cock and my balls, which were ready to burst! She led me to the chair where she was going to cut my hair. Once again, I got a great look at her hot ass. She offered her hand to help me up in the chair, which of course I did not need, but her touch was electric. She draped the cloth over me, once again giving me a great cleavage shot. As she cut my hair, I could tell that she was standing closer to me than usual.
This gave me an idea. I took my hands out of my lap and let one slip down the outside of the chair, but still underneath the cloth. I reached around and could feel her thigh. Her eyes lit up in a big smile, and after a few moments her nipples were really, really hard! I could see them outlined under her sweater as I gazed at the mirror. Finally, she finished cutting my hair, taking great care to rub her hand over the back of my neck to sweep away any remaining hair. My cock was already dripping, and I feared that there would be a wet spot there when I got up. It was easy to see the big log, but no wet spot.
She rung me up at the cash register, and coyly licked her lips as she handed me my change. She also quickly ran her left hand over her tit and pinched her nipple while she was bent down. I saw that she had written on the receipt "I close up tonight at 9:00. Be there. Ronnie."
Well, it was now 7:00. I had told my parents that I was going to the library after my haircut. The library closed at 9:00, but it was not unheard of for my friends and I to go to Taco Bell after the library, so it would be 10:00 before they missed me. By then, my Dad would be passed out on the couch and my Mom would be asleep. I swear- she was part-Amish with her early-riser habits. The only real problem would be my little sister. She, too, was headed to the library with her friends, although she visited the library about as often as a vegetarian visits, well, Taco Bell. If she was, in fact, there, she would probably find out that I did not leave with my friends.
I really did need to visit a library, if only to get my mind off things for the next couple hours. Fortunately, my town has a small college that has a decent library. I could just go there. Trouble is, I had no idea where anything was: the last time I was there, my mom was in college and I was in 4th grade. I thought going there would be a good way to kill time.
The place was absolutely crawling with beautiful women, mostly co-eds dressed casually for some report-writing. There seemed to be more socializing than studying. I could not take my eyes off the many gorgeous specimens of femininity there, many of whom were wearing extremely short shorts and skimpy tops. The air-conditioned library was giving many of them extremely hard nipples that were easily seen through the fabric of their tank tops or sport bras. I was even more ready to explode!
Finally, I drove around for one agonizing hour before returning to the salon. It was now 9:00, and I walked up to the door of the salon. The lights were already off. I knocked, and knocked again, but no sign of Ronnie. I drove around the back of the shopping center, and found the name of the salon stenciled on a heavy brown door. The door was open a crack. I let myself in.
"Ronnie?" I called out.
"Who is it?" I heard a yell.
"Michael!" I yelled back.
"I'm in the break room, honey!"
