I had that route for 5 years. Sylvia tried to get me back in to her house but I wouldn’t go. When I delivered packages to her she always answered the door completely nude. I think she was expecting me and had already got herself worked up. I was polite to her and always complimented her on her luscious body, but I wasn’t going to get put in the situation she had gotten me into the first time. After a while we became really good friends and even though our conversations at the door were always with her naked our conversations rarely took a sexual turn. I consider Sylvia one of my closest friends.
That doesn’t mean I never slipped up again. I remember delivering mail to a beauty salon. They did haircuts on men as well as all that stuff that women get done to themselves to make the pretty. After several months of delivering mail there I decided to see what it was like to have my hair cut professionally. My wife had always done my hair and on many occasions had told me she was finished doing it. She wanted someone else to do it. One day when I delivered mail there I asked them about getting an appointment and they obliged.
The day came and I was a little nervous. All the hairdressers there were women and I had never seen a man in any of the chairs. I sat in the waiting area. Most of the magazines were women’s magazines, Cosmopolitan, Vogue, Women’s day, etc. I picked up a Cosmo and perused it. There are always good looking sexy women in those pages. A few minutes later a woman came in to the waiting area and called out my name. She was an average middle aged woman. Not what I would call a real looker, but someone that I wouldn’t feel uncomfortable with either. She was quite conversational and it was easy to talk with her. Her name was Diane. I’ve never had my hair washed before I had it cut. Whenever I have gone to a barber in the past, you just sit and they cut and your done. It was a new experience to have someone shampoo my hair before I got it cut. It actually felt really nice and helped to relax me. When the haircut was done I was taken back to the sink and my hair was washed again. What a trip. I looked in the mirror and admired the good job she had done. I thanked Diane, paid her and made another appointment with her for four weeks. As I walked out of the salon I reminisced about how pleasant the experience had been and looked forward to the next time.
I had my hair cut every four weeks for several months. Diane and I developed a good working relationship. She knew exactly what I wanted in a haircut and she did a very good job. One day as I was sitting in the waiting area reading the latest Cosmo I heard my name called, but it wasn’t Diane. I looked up and there waiting for me was a much younger woman, younger than me. What’s more she was very beautiful and sexy looking. She could very well have been on the pages of the magazine I had just been reading. What really took me aback was her clothes. She was wearing a dress, not slacks like Diane always wore. It was a full skirt, the type that if she were to twirl around it would fly up and show everything underneath. It only came to her mid thigh showing off her very shapely legs. She was wearing high top nylons and I could see a hint of the lace on the top of the socks. The top of the dress was strapless and tight, revealing the size and shape of her bosom and some nice cleavage. Her hair was shoulder length and styled very attractively. Her hair bounced as she walked. Her face was made up just right, not too much and just enough to accentuate her assets. Her nails were long and matched her outfit.
I was flabbergasted. I didn’t really know what to say and my anxiety had kicked up about three notches. Not a bad anxiety but almost a rush, just enough to affect my breathing. “Where’s Diane?” I asked.
“She called in sick today and asked if I would take over her appointments. Come on back.” She replied.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here before.” I said as I followed her.
She turned and said, “Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Cindy. I’ve worked here for about a year. I just don’t work on Tuesdays.” She stuck out her hand and I shook it. Tuesdays was my day off and the day I always had my haircut. She then made a simple remark, “I’ve seen you before. You’re the mailman.”
We didn’t say any more as she put me in the chair and had me look in the mirror. “How do you want it today?” she asked.
I replied, “Just, trim it up.” She was standing behind me and I could see her in the mirror. I willed myself to look at her eyes and not anything else. It seems women know exactly what you are looking at. I didn’t want to look like I was lusting after her so I stared her right in the eyes.
“Follow me.” She said invitingly and lead me back to the shampoo chair. She put the plastic sheet around my neck and had me lay back so my head was in the sink. I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t be staring at her. She rinsed my hair with warm water. Every time she touched me it was exhilarating. I could have let her run her fingers through my hair all day. I opened my eyes when she put on the shampoo and was working it in. Her bust was 6 inches away from my nose. I could see down her cleavage and see that she had no bra on. I watched as she breathed, her chest raising and lowering. I could see tan lines in her cleavage that you wouldn’t be able to see unless you had a close up look like I was getting. Her top was a velvet black that looked more like suede than velvet. It didn’t reveal much detail when I was standing several feet from her, but now I could see where her nipples were raising the fabric of her top. It seemed to me that they were raised more than normal. She seemed to be either cold or excited. Her breasts were not small either. She was definitely endowed but I wouldn’t call her buxom. I would also judge that they were natural, no augmentation here. Something dropped into the sink and I heard her whisper “Oops.” As she leaned forward to pick up whatever she had dropped her left breast came in contact with my face. “Oh, I’m sorry” she apologized as he quickly stepped back. I just as quickly shut my eyes pretending that nothing had happened that she needed to be sorry for.
“For what?” I asked.
“I dropped the sprayer and when I picked it up I bumped into you, I hope it didn’t bother you.” Came her explanation. The reply was so innocent I’m not sure she realized what it was that she did.
“I really didn’t notice” I lied. Her supple breast on my left cheek caused my penis to come awake. Now I was embarrassed. I worried that she or some other woman in the salon would notice. She finished by drying my hair and then having me sit up and removed the plastic sheet.
“Ok, lets go back to the chair.” She said, helping me up. I followed her back. My brain was on full alert and I could not help notice the movement of her dress over her buttocks as she walked. My pecker had a life of its own and was making a nuisance of itself. I had to look away and focus on something else. As I sat down I looked at the pictures in the mirror. I saw Diane and her family. She even had pictures of her grandchildren. I didn’t think she was old enough to be a grandmother.
I asked Cindy, “Do you have any children?”
“Yes”, she said. “I’ve got a little girl.” She reached towards the mirror and slid a picture of her and her daughter from behind one of Diane’s pictures. No husband. I wasn’t about to ask. She began cutting my hair. The feeling was electric and I had a hard time keeping my mind off the feeling of her breast on my cheek and the image of her bosom as she stood over me and washed my hair. I even found myself fantasizing over her nylons and seeing her spin around showing off her panties and stocking tops. If anyone were watching my crotch they would have known that I was excited.
Cindy must have noticed. At first I thought she was just being clumsy because I felt her breast move across the back of my head, but it kept happening. One time she put her hands on either side of my head a pressed my head against her chest between her breasts. She looked at me in the mirror and said, “How do you like it?” I looked at her eyes in the reflection of the mirror and she was look at my eyes. I thought she was referring to the haircut and I responded with, “looks great.” She got a smile on her face and unmistakably but subtly batted my head back and forth between her breasts a few times. She was taking her time cutting my hair and several times I looked at her in the mirror and caught her looking at my crotch.
I hadn’t realized it before but the longer the haircut took the emptier the salon became. I think everyone was leaving for a lunch break. Soon we were the only two left in the salon and Cindy went to the door, locked it and put a sign on the door.
“Well, I’m done. Does it look ok?” she said when she came back from locking the door.
“Looks fine to me.” I said. I was getting real nervous wondering where this was all going.
“Let’s go back and wash your hair again.” She said helping me out of the chair. And she motioned me to go back first. I walked back and turned around to sit down, but instead I fell into the chair paralyzed. She had lowered the top of her dress and her beautiful perfectly shaped breasts were completely naked. She had delicious tan lines that made parts of her breast milky white while the rest was nicely tanned. Her areola were large and dark and her nipples were standing out at least ½ and inch. She climbed on the chair with me straddling my legs. I was unable to move. She took my hands and placed one on each breast. Up to this point there hadn’t been a word spoken. “John, I have wanted to fuck you from the first time I saw you come into our salon. I have fantasized about how I could get you alone and what I would do if I did.” Her breathing was ragged and I could see her breast jiggle to the beat of her heart. The lady was on fire and so was I. I rubbed her breasts and took her nipples between my fingers and played with them. She undid my pants and freed my aching cock and began stroking it. At that point I noticed that her dress had hiked up revealing the lacy stocking tops and a completely nude pussy that had tan lines to match her top. Her pubic hair was dark and was trimmed to fit the shape of the milky untanned skin. She was rocking back and forth grinding herself into my thighs and pumping my penis. Her pussy had opened and she was very wet to the point that my pant legs were getting stained with her juices.
Again, I found myself trapped by an extremely horny woman and the only way out was to go through the act. “How much time do we have?” I asked her, worried that someone would come back and catch us.
“Don’t worry” she said. “They all went to lunch at the same place and usually take and hour and a half. There aren’t any appointments scheduled for at least that long.”
“Why don’t you get off me and let me up so I can get naked.” I said, taking charge of the situation. “And take your dress off, but leave those lovely stocking on.” I ordered. She wasted no time pulling her dress up over her head. “Damn, you have a gorgeous body.” I said admiring her nakedness. I stripped all my clothes off and then, standing in front of her, pulled her body into mine kissing her. Her tongue was in my mouth before our lips made contact and she tasted delicious. There was a massage table in the corner and I pulled her over to it, picked her up and laid her on her back. I hadn’t done oral sex since I had done Sylvia and the thought was intoxicating. “Bend your knees up and open your legs.” I commanded and then I leaned over and put my face into her ass and did what I thought was the best way of doing it.
“You haven’t done this very much have you?” she giggled.
I disengaged and looked up at her face framed by her breasts. “and you have?” I said jokingly. “Am I doing it wrong?” I asked and then talking before she had a chance to say anything, “Why don’t you teach me.”
She instructed me on what she wanted me to do. “Use the tip of your tongue and touch me down by my butt hole and gently lick up through my crack. Do it lightly like you were tickling me with a feather.” I did as she instructed several times and she moaned with her approval. “You do that like a pro. Now open my pussy lips with your tongue and lick me inside. Tease my labia on the outside and inside. Lick my juices off.” The reaction was similar to the first. “keep doing the first two, but now push your tongue as deep into my vagina as you can, and don’t bite me.” The taste and smell were making me drunk with desire. As I worked her pussy and vagina her buttocks began to twitch and she began to rock her pelvis. She was having trouble talking now. “Find my clit and suck it and then massage the flesh just below it with your tongue. Keep doing that, your going to make me cum.” She was grinding her pussy into my face and almost involuntarily reached down with her hand and adjusted my head to where she wanted me to work. She began to stiffen and she was holding her breath and doing a belly crunch. She then planted her feet on either side of me and slowly raised her butt off the table. Suddenly she let out a scream and locked my head between her thigh’s. It reminded me of how Sylvia reacted. My wife would do something similar when she came, but my head was never between her legs to get caught between her powerful thighs. I forced my tongue over her clit repeatedly making her spasm and squeal with every stoke. “Stop it John” she laughed and then spasmed again as I stroked her clit again.
I stopped eventually and she lay there saying, “You were so good. That was one of the best I’ve ever had.” She then sat up and said, “I want to blow you. It’s your turn. Lay down on the table.” I obeyed and she leaned over and took my now waning penis in her mouth. “You need to be pumped up again.” And she skillfully sucked and pumped my penis, massaging it with her tongue. With her right hand she groped my balls and touched me by my butt hole like I had done her with my tongue a few minutes before. “Oh that feels so good baby.” I said. Her right hand held my penis at the base and worked in concert with her mouth and tongue. I reached over with my right hand and put her luscious melons into my palm, kneading them and then pinching and working her nipples. “You are big and hard again.” She said. “I want you to fuck me now.” She pulled me off the table and took me to the end of the table. She bent over and held the sides of the table with her hands. Her breast hung like ripe fruit. “Do me doggie style.” She said. I had never done doggie style before. My wife and I were strictly missionary style and nothing else. I had dreamed about doing it doggie style and so I moved behind her and slipped my hard cock into her. She stopped and stood up saying, “I almost forgot this.” And she produced a foil wrapped condom. “put this on, I don’t want to get pregnant and I would if you fucked me without it. I am ovulating.” I slipped the condom on and we positioned ourselves again this time pushing myself into her slippery cavern. She was tight and she flexed and clamped down on my cock and I began to pump. The condom effected the sensitivity and I pumped her longer that I would have without it. Her tits swung in the air. I grabbed them and worked them and kept pumping. She let go of the table with her right hand and began masturbating while I pumped her. She jerked and rocked her pelvis as before and then held her breath as she reached orgasm at which time she screamed again. I hadn’t cum yet but was close so I pumped her faster and faster trying to get my self to come. Finally I unloaded. What an incredible orgasm it was.
We cleaned up and got dressed and I paid her for the haircut. I gave her a final hug and sensual kiss and then left. We never did it again. Diane continued to cut my hair and Cindy would say hi and smile that knowing little smile that holds a secret. I even ate lunch with her several times. She became another one of my friends that I stayed in touch with over the years. She eventually got married and had several more kids. Her husband was quite a hunk and I’m sure kept her satisfied.
|