Sheer Excitement Barbershop

He was new to town. Getting this job right out of college had been quite the blessing, but proved to be a little more challenging than he had expected. It had been about 8 weeks and he had had very little time to explore or find some of the necessities. Pretty much it was find an apartment, groceries and work. As he looked in the mirror, he decided finding a barber needed to be a priority. A quick internet check didn't really produce any decent results. Frustrated, he went back to his accounting files.

That night as he was walking home he took a slightly different path and stumbled upon a little storefront barbershop. It had an old style red white and blue, glass encased, illuminated barberpole outside. Unfortunately, it was already closed. As he peered through the window, it reminded him of the barbershop back home. Two hydraulic chairs. Combs in glass cleaning jars. Leather strop for honing razors hanging off the chair. Cape on a hook.

Strangely no chairs for waiting. He had to chuckle as he read the name, "Sheer Excitement Barbershop". He noticed they spelled shear wrong. Quickly, he jotted down the phone number on the door. Tomorrow he would call and make an appointment.

The next morning he dialed the number and was greeted by a pleasant voice. Asking a couple questions, he found out it was indeed an old style barbershop. Typical old style regular cuts. They still used hot towels on your face and straight razor shaves. They still used tree tea shampoo and gave a little shoulder massage. He found out the barber/owner was a mid 40's lady. She had been in business for almost 20 years. Surprisingly the cuts were only $15. When he tried to make an appointment for that night she told him that they normally closed at 5pm. Hearing his disappointment, she told him that she could stay later tomorrow if he could be there by 7pm. He said that would be great.

The next day dragged. They added 4 more accounts to his workload. He could barely wait to be done. Getting his hair cleaned up was going to be wonderful. It really needed it. He had to run to get there on time. Being late was a pet peeve of his. Luckily, he was only a few minutes late. The shades were all down and she was just coming to the door as she was about to lock up. She mentioned that she thought he had changed his mind. Apologizing, he thanked her for waiting. She led him over to the chair and got the cape on him. It was then that he got a good look at her. She was quite stunning. Tall. He guessed about 6' in her heels. A full but curvy figure. Brunette, long hair, Just passed her shoulders. Orange highlights. She was dressed in tight black jeans. Seeing her top, he realized the misspelled name. It was a sheer black shirt over a purple, half cup, push up bra. It clearly showed her nipples. He could feel his cock stir.

As they got started she was pleasant but seemed all business. She asked how he wanted it cut. Told him because it was his first time she would give him a complimentary shave. They made what he thought was general small talk. How long he was in town. His age. She asked where he was from. If he had a girlfriend or wife. He mentioned his girlfriend broke up with him when he took the job here. Pretty much confirmed he was single and hadn't really had much of a chance to get to know anyone. He asked a bit about the business. Found out she was single. No kids. A bit of a free spirit. He commented about how cheap the haircuts were. Winking she said she usually did well with the tips and had VERY loyal customers.

It was then the subtle flirting and brushes against him started. He could feel her breath on his neck. The visuals were amazing. Her nipples grazing his arm or back of his head. He could feel his cock stirring again. It had been months since a woman had touched him. She started asking more probing questions about his past girlfriend. If they were serious. Pretty intimate things for just meeting him... She caught him more than once staring at her breasts. Eventually she finished the cut and told him she would give him that shave. She grabbed a straight razor and began honing it. It was almost seductive the way she slowly dragged it over the strop. Then she tilted him back and applied a hot towel to his face. It gave her a chance to really check him out. He swore he could feel her gliding fingers over his pants, along his half erect cock. It was so light he wasn't sure. Gently the towel was removed and hot shaving cream was applied to his face. Expertly she slid the razor around his face, giving him one of the closest shaves of his life. Another hot towel and she sat him up. Asking if it looked good, she began a shoulder massage. He was definitely tight. He could feel her breasts again. That was making him even more tense. Sensing this, she knew she could go to her next step. Mentioning how tense he was, she suggested a nice shampoo and scalp massage.

Without asking she grabbed his hand and led him into a back room. There was a reclining chair by a wash basin. Sitting him down she leaned him back. He was now looking directly up at her breasts a mere inch from his face. A gold key daggling between them. Looking down she smiled and began shampooing and massaging his scalp. She told him she knew exactly what he needed. His cock was now fully erect and aching. She placed another towel over his face. This one had a strange but pleasant scent. He felt like he could barely move. She began asking all sorts of very intimate questions about his sex life. He was in a fog but conscious. He could feel her removing his pants. She began stroking his cock. He couldn't stop her. Not that he wanted to. Every time he got close she stopped. He was now begging but couldn't move.

Eventually when the towel was removed he saw her standing over him. Naked. Lowering herself onto his face she ordered him to lick. She was soaked. Obviously excited. The taste was exquisite. This went on for what seemed like hours. Eventually she tensed and he felt her tremble and tasted the gush of her cumming. When she finally calmed she dismounted and he thought it was over. Again, she began edging him. He could feel his pulse in his cock. He was begging. She told him it would come with a price. He said he would give her anything. She just smiled. Slowly she lowered herself down on him. Her pussy was hot and tight. Every time he was close she stopped. Finally he could see the lust in her eyes. She began riding him fast. He could feel his orgasm building, he was whimpering. Then she clenched her pussy tight and began spasming. He exploded as she went over. This was the most intense orgasm he ever had. His head was spinning. The last thing he saw before he passed out was an evil smile on her face.

Waking up, he was in his bed at his apartment. He felt extremely well rested As his head cleared, he remembered the wonderfully sexy dream he had. Stumbling into the bathroom he sees that at least the haircut wasn't a dream. Smiling, he remembers the barber. She was SO sexy. Feeling a twinge in his cock, it feels weird. A tightness. Looking down, he sees it. A cage. WHAT THE FUCK!! Then he remembers the key. In fact, there was a large keyring full of the same kind of keys hanging by her mirror. The last words he remembers her saying were, "See you soon!!"