I'm Larry, in my early fifties, in good shape and like most men my age, I "LOVE PUSSY." Especially when it's from a girl 20 years younger. So, let me tell you about a fantasy I have about my young hairdresser.
Her name is Dana and she's about 27 years. She's a little chubby, not much but I find her "FUCKING SEXY!" She's different from my other hairdresser, who is about 35 years old. She's also sexy, but Dana drives me wild.
Why? Because when she cuts my hair, she rubs her body against mine, which causes my cock to stir. When she shampoos my hair, she's rubbing her thighs against my shoulder. When I'm in the chair getting my hair cut, she's rubbing her body against mind and while my hands are resting against the chair armrest, she puts her stomach against them. I WANT TO FUCK HER SO BAD! So begins my fantasy. Maybe she reads these stories on Literotica and will think of me!
I usually set up an appointment with Dana on Saturday's around noon. But this Saturday, Dana said she could only cut my hair at five o'clock.
I arrived at her hair salon on Saturday to find most of the hairdressers were already gone. Dana saw me waiting and gave me a smile, as she was finishing up a female customer.
The last hairdresser gathered up her belongings and walked over to Dana.
"I'm out of her, will you be okay?"
Dana looked at me, then smiled at the hairdresser. "Sure, Larry's an old customer" she replied.
"Cute little joke", I thought to myself.
The hairdresser left.
Ten minutes go by and Dana finishes up with her female customer and lets her out the door, then locks it behind her. Dana then closes the blinds of the windows.
"I don't want people to know I'm alone," she told me.
My heart started racing with thoughts I shouldn't be thinking.
"So, are you ready for your shampoo," she asked. "I'm all yours," I replied, which caused her to give me a cute smile.
I followed her into the backroom where she sat me down, laid the back of my head in the sink and started to shampoo my hair.
We chatted while she washed my hair and didn't let me down by rubbing her thighs up against my shoulder. Then she did something she never did before, she leaned over to reach for a bottle of conditioner, and she let her breast rub against my head.
"Oops, I got shampoo on me," she playfully told me. I looked and saw her wipe the shampoo off her breast, wishing I could do that.
She rinsed my hair, put a drape over me, escorted me to her chair and covered my clothes with the protective cover.
She cut my hair and we did the usual chatting with her rubbing her body against mine. Then she trimmed my eyebrows and rubbed her stomach against my hand resting on the chair armrest. I thought about this for a year, and decided to take a chance. If she complained, I could come up with an excuse that my hand was cramping. So I extended my fingers out and lightly rubbed her stomach. She didn't move back or yell, but I could see a little smile growing on her face. So I continued.
"Looks like I missed a spot," she said as she leaned forward to cut some hair off my ears. That gave me the opportunity to lightly rub lower towards her crotch. I could sense she's enjoying it as she took her time trimming that piece of hair.
My breathing was getting heavy and my heart was racing. Not to mention my cock was starting to swell.
"Well, that's that," she told me, which disappointed me because I wanted this haircut to last forever.
She removed the drape in a way she never did before, and some hair fell down all over my crotch. She looks.
"I can't believe I did that. I hope it doesn't affect my tip," she said.
"Depends on how well you clean it up," I replied.
She gave me a smile, reached down and picked the hair off my crotch. She then brushed my crotch with her hand and removed all my hairs. That gave me a hard-on, which caused her to smile.
