Wet at the Salon
I arrived at my hair appointment a little early, Lily's suite was in the back of the quiet office park. She was finishing up her last client when she let me in and I took a seat at her chairs in the waiting area. She was a late 20s blonde with a full hourglass figure, a softer tummy she hid in high waist jeans and big DD cup tits she flaunted in tank tops.
Today she had on a short jean skirt with a cute fitted white shirt on top, I stared at her cleavage while she greeted me and sheepishly met her eyes before responding.
After her client left I sat in front of her mirror and we discussed what I wanted done. She ran her fingers through my hair, and even massaged my scalp a little bit while smiling and excitedly sharing her plan for the day.
We chatted and caught each other up while she applied color, the conversation had turned a bit flirtatious and I remembered why I was so drawn to her. Lily was a very positive person and very bubbly, but I didn't know too much about her personal life besides her hobbies.
"And that was the last time I used a vibrator," she said, "I think the human tongue is much more resourceful."
She lead me to the shampooing area and started the water, rinsing my hair and tenderly massaging my scalp.
My fingers grazed over my mound through my shorts and I shivered slightly. The urge to rub one out while she was touching me was overwhelming.
"Are you cold? Your nipples are poking through your cape," Lily giggled.
I chuckled back that I was, and she began to move from my scalp down to my neck, kneading the muscles in my neck and massaging me. I let out a sigh and I saw her smile.