In my first story My Hairdresser. Amy had made a house call and gave me a trim. We left off with a date set up for Saturday night.
Thursday afternoon I got a text from Amy. Oh no! she has realized I'm too old and is canceling. I opened it and to my surprise Amy asked if I would mind meeting her little sister. No not at all.
My receptionist called telling me there was an Amy and another woman to see me. Send them in.
In walked Amy wearing a gray skirt suit with a pink satin blouse showing enough cleavage to keep any man interested, black stockings and her hair tied back in a bun. Standing beside her was a woman dressed in a red pleated skirt black satin camisole and appeared to be not wearing a bra. She had a slight overbite which was sexy as hell. Her hair was strawberry blond and kept back with a black hair pin. It flowed about half way down her back.
This is my sister Amber. She is 6 years younger than me. I had a surprised and stunned look on my face. When I told her about you. She just had to meet you.
Still confused I stood up to shake Ambers hand. When Amy told me how much you reminded her of daddy. I had to meet you. Sitting across from me she crossed her legs showing her beautiful stocking clad legs and flashing a pink pantie.
Daddy died when Amber was 18, and we were daddy's girls. Amber has been searching for a man to replace him since. Well me too I guess. Don t be afraid we don't mean to support us. Just to love us.