Thanks to TexanCowgirl for her editorial contribution.
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I am a thirty-five year old male and I have been going to this particular hair salon in my town to get a haircut and shampoo for the last five years. My stylist's name is Alicia and all the time I have known her she has been married with one child. Alicia is about thirty years old and looks great. Judging by the clothes she wears, she has a medium build with dark brown hair about mid-torso length. She has blue eyes, a straight nose, and ruby red lips. Her eyebrows are pencil-line brown and I guess her weight to be around 140. She usually wore conservative clothing so I never really got much but a tiny glimpse of her breasts, but I guessed they were medium size.
On one particular day I came to the salon for a haircut and Alicia was wearing a one piece black dress with a very high split along the legs and a low cut top exposing a sizeable amount of her breasts. Alicia greeted me with the usual formalities and sat me down in the stylist chair. I could tell immediately that something was wrong. I asked her how the family was.
She said, "Not so good. My husband left two weeks ago on a month long trip and took the kid with him. I have been so lonely. I thought of asking Kathy to come stay with me."
Kathy was another stylist at the salon. She was around twenty-four, had blonde hair about mid-torso length and was thin in build. Both Alicia and Kathy were about 5 foot 8 inches in height. Kathy had dark eyes and pale lips and a straight nose. Her teeth were pearl white. I guessed Kathy's breasts were small.
About half way through Alicia's cutting of my hair, I suddenly had this annoying itch on the right side of my head. I am wearing the usual cape so in order to scratch my head I had to bring my hand from underneath the cape. I did not realize that Alicia was standing so close on my right side and when I brought my hand up it accidentally slipped inside the split of Alicia dress. It all happened in an instant, but my hand collided with Alicia's bushy pussy lips.
Alicia let out a small gasp.
I said "Sorry."
She said, "That's okay, it felt good."