Growing up I had always gone to my Dad's barber in our small country town. Mr. Ben. Funny thing about growing up in the South was that using a person's last name following the Mr. or Mrs. was not common, it was normally the first name. I was not bad looking as an 18 year old. Just sort of average about 5'6" tall blond hair blue eyes and about 145lbs soaking wet. I had my fair share of girlfriends but I was a virgin at 18. I was not the biggest size maybe only about 5" or so but with some good girth. Now that we have that established I can tell you how I was introduced to sex by an older woman.
When I turned 18 halfway through my senior year of high school I did not want to waste much of my free time. I decided that driving 20 miles one way for a haircut was not in my best interest. But I did attend a private school that required hair to be trimmed neatly. My Mother suggested that I go see one of our neighbor's down the street Mrs. Pam. I finally remembered that she cut my hair a few times when I was younger. Mrs. Pam was about 5'4' with shoulder length brown hair with a great body. She was in her mid-40s. She did not have the biggest tits but she would wear tight jeans and shorts with tank tops a lot in the summer and could definitely turn heads. I would see her often when she visited my Mom and some of my earliest fantasies involved her. I would fantasize about Mrs. Pam and one thing in particular that I found attractive was her arms and hands. She had long fingers well-manicured and toned arms with nice brown forearm hair. Not hairy like a man's arms but very noticeable and I was very attracted to that for some reason.
I was intrigued with the opportunity to have her cut my hair. Imagining the looks I could get of her in that tight tank top and her hands running through my hair and the close up looks at those arms. So one Friday afternoon I drove down to her house and I rang the doorbell. Her husband Mr. Mark answered, "Well hi there John how are you. What can I do for you?" he asked. "Hi Mr. Mark, I was wondering if I could speak with Mrs. Pam about cutting my hair?" I asked.
"Sure John come on in. She is in the kitchen. Go on in and see what she can do."
I walked to the kitchen and Mrs. Pam was wiping down the kitchen table and I just stood there for a moment taking in the view.
I was snapped out of my trance, "Hi there John how are you?" she said with a big smile when she looked up and noticed me there.
"Hi...Hi Mrs. Pam." I slowly stuttered out sounding like a fool.
"What are you doing dear?" she asked politely.
"I was hoping that if you have some time you could give me a haircut."
"Sure John, but I have some plans this evening can we do it tomorrow morning around 10am?" she asked
"Of course." I said, "I will be here"
"Great, oh and don't wash your hair dear. We will to that with the cut ok."
I told her I wouldn't and thank her and said goodbye to Mr. Mark and headed for my car. I could not get her out of my mind. Thinking about here there in those tight shorts and white tank top and her sexy arms and hands that would be rubbing all over my head the next morning cutting my hair. I got home and went to my bed room and rubbed one out and came hard thinking about the next day.
