I'm a 50 year old guy, who keeps myself in pretty good shape. I'm not a pro-athlete or anything, and have a bit of a dad-bod, but I'm generally fit and could do a 6-mile run at any time. I'd finished work, hit the gym, and done a short run. I was fresh out of the shower. Standing naked in front of the mirror I enjoyed the way I look. But, I noticed that it was definitely time for a haircut. My salt & pepper hair was looking a bit out of sorts no matter what I did with it.
So, I made an appointment. Unfortunately my regular stylist wasn't available and I really needed a cut and style. I was offered another stylist - Jenna. The stylist was available at 6:30, and they could fit me in as the last customer for the day. That was super for me since it was just 5:30 and I was suddenly going to from hippy to trim in a couple of hours.
I called my wife and let her know I was grabbing supper and getting a cut and that I'd be home later.
I got to the salon at 6:20, and Jenna came out to meet me. She was way more than I was expecting. I'd guess she was last 40s or early 50s. She had blonde-ish shoulder length hair, and beautiful green eyes. Eye contact felt electric.
She looked like she kept herself in pretty good shape too. I wondered what her pace was on a run. As my eyes took in the rest of her, I enjoyed the look of her tight skirt and a tight white blouse, with the buttons half undone. Her cleavage was on full show and looked amazing. What do I know about boob size? I mean, I'd guess at a C-cup size.
Jenna gave me a "Come with me" and I followed her back to the sink area. We did the typical small talk ... "What do you do?" "You look like you keep yourself fit..." That sort of thing.
Jenna got me into a chair and I laid back as she washed my hair. It was fantastic. She massaged my scalp, and I swear I could feel it in the bottom of my feet -- and other stops in between. Then she put a towel on me and dried up my hair. Jenna led me over to her chair and I got comfortable.
There were two other stylists in the salon with their customers. They were at the far side of the salon. So, it was pretty quiet down by Jenna's chair.
We talked about how I wanted my hair done, and she got to work trimming.
The conversation was great. Jenna told me where she was from, that she was married, and had kids. She told me about places they'd lived -- including Vegas which sounded like a lot of fun and a bit wild.
"You want to hear about wild?" she asked. Ummm, yes. Then she surprised me -- a lot. She got quieter and told me about the swinger places she and her husband had gone to. I was super surprised. I mean, I really couldn't believe what she was sharing with me.
Then I realized that throughout the cut Jenna had been "bumping into me" with her firm breasts. I'd been enjoying it. But now I was more aware of it. There was a lot of rubbing against me, and I was happy it was happening.
Jenna stopped cutting for a minute and backed up a bit behind me. In the mirror I noticed that her nipples were now clearly visible under her tight blouse. In my mind I was definitely undressing her.
She brought me back to attention by locking eyes in the mirror. I know she had seen me looking at her nipples. She smiled. Then she asked, "Have you ever done anything like that? Swinging."
"No." I'm married and, well no. "But, I'll be honest. I've thought about it."
