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It’s the early 1970’s.
I am 20, single, and have long wavy dark hair. After trying many
different barbers, I gave up trying to find someone who could cut my hair
properly and started using a ladies hairdresser. Well it was meant to be
unisex, but it was rare to find many men in there.
The stylists all wear miniskirts and t-shirts or white blouses,
and the customers tend to be young trendy mid 30’s ladies.
I go to the hairdresser every two weeks, and I like my hair to
be ‘just so’ and to be honest, I get split ends if I leave it too long.
It is late June, and as I wait, appreciating the scenery of
young women either being attended to, or the young hair stylists, I obviously
check out the mirrors. It was a time of short skirts and lots of knickers on
show.
Yvonne, who was a fairly regular stylist that I had a few time
before, came over and introduces this skinny looking kid as Shelley, who has
just started today. Shelly was to wash my hair while Yvonne finished another
client.
I follow Shelley to a basin, she puts a gown on me, and we are
chatting. She tells me that she is 15; having just left school the previous
week and that she will be 16 in two weeks time.
I lean back over the basin as she leans against me and starts to
rinse my hair. As she stands beside me she keeps pushing her cunt into my
elbow. She is obviously concentrating on not drowning her very first customer
and doesn’t appear to notice. She applies shampoo and starts to more vigorously
run her hands through my hair. As she does so her cunt is really rubbing my elbow
harder.
I push my elbow out a bit further, thinking she will realise
what is happening and move away slightly. She doesn’t move away, she moves a
bit closer, and continues rubbing against me. Her nipples have gone very hard
and her tiny soft bra can’t prevent her nipples from poking out the front of
her t-shirt.
I am sitting back into a chair, with my head in a basin looking
up at a really cute if young girl who is obviously having highly erotic
sensations coursing through her body.
Shelley rinses and picks up a bottle containing conditioner, she
shakes the creamy lotion onto her hands. It looks for all the
world like cum, as she shakes the bottle harder to get more out.
My cock is rock hard and I almost involuntarily add to the creamy
lotion as my cock strains against my jeans.
She applies the conditioner to my hair and once again rubs her cunt on my elbow and upper arm.
I can see she is looking flushed as she continues to massage the
lotion into my hair and luckily she can’t see the obvious effect she is having
on me. Suddenly, she stops, makes a little mewing sound and looks very flushed.
She moves her body slightly away from me and rinses off my hair again.
She wraps a towel around my hair, and I sit up.
Yvonne comes over and thanks Shelley. I slip Shelley a couple of
bob as a tip and she looks really embarrassed as she takes it.
Yvonne leads me over to her chair and as I sit down she whispers
in my ear, “Shelley will learn to keep her pussy further away from the
customers after a while.” Yvonne chuckles and carries on styling my hair.
As I watch in the mirror, Shelley is indeed keeping her distance
from her next customer, a stylish lady of some 40 years.
Part 2 – pure fantasy – I really wish this had happened.
Yvonne slips a hand under the hairdressing gown. My cock is
still semi hard. She whispers in my ear “Seems like you quite enjoyed Shelley
washing your hair.” She gives my cock a squeeze, and then resumes cutting my
hair.
As I look in the mirror, I can see that she has undone a button
on her blouse. I can see her white bra barely covering her large tits.
She goes to the side of me and leans across slightly to style
the front of my hair. I am transfixed on her lovely tits.
Yvonne has finished styling my hair, and as I get up she
whispers to me. “I’m just about to take a break, care to join me; I’m as horny
as hell now!”
I follow Yvonne out of the shopping precinct into the multi-storey
car park. She opens the door to her Mini and pushes me into the back seat and
almost literally throws herself onto me. She undoes my trousers and pushes them
and my underwear down. Her mouth engulfs my cock which rapidly grows to its
full hardness.
With her hands she drags her knickers down. She moves up my body
and pushes her very wet cunt onto my cock. I reach up to grab her tits but she
pushes my hands away. She is grinding her cunt onto my cock.
There isn’t much room in the back of a Mini, and I can barely
move as she continues to grind into me. I push up as best as I can as I start
to come and she rubs her clit frantically as she screams out in pure lust.
Yvonne collapses against me breathing heavily. Her sweat is
mingling with my own sweat as she starts to breathe normally again.
She backs out of the Mini and puts her knickers back on. I ease
myself out of the back seat and try and get dressed before getting out of the
car. I am aware that there are now more cars in the car park than there was
when we arrived. They must have been able to see us, even if the windows have
misted up from the heat and sweat.
I get out of the car, still struggling to pull my trousers up. I
stand in the car park hurriedly getting my clothing back to normal.
Yvonne locks the car. She gives me a peck on the cheek.
“That’s a onetime deal, okay?” She kisses me on the lips, her
mouth opens and her tongue pushes around inside my mouth. “Well unless I can
persuade Shelly to join in next time, she’ll be 16 then.” Yvonne kisses me on
the cheek again. “See you in two weeks.”
Yvonne rushes off back to work and I am standing alone in a
multi-storey car park.
“Better get back to work” my mind tells me, but I’m not really
listening to my mind.
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