I’d known Becky for over ten years. We’d always had a great laugh and good gossip every time I booked in for a trim, discussing life, loves, and occasionally sex. This mainly involved me telling Becky my latest stories, and there had been many stories over those years. The stories had become more erotic & arousing over those years as Becky created a safe, comfortable space for me to confide in her.
Becky and I were of similar age and we definitely got better with age; both were very attractive and there was always a frisson of chemistry.
Whilst in her chair, my imagination always ran wild, enjoying all the ways we could pleasure each other.
I booked my latest appointment for the Saturday as usual, although Becky was surprisingly busy so I couldn’t see her till late afternoon but this was ok and I’d still be excited to see her.
Parked up, I walked to the barbers and in through the door.
“Hi, James.”
“Hi, beautiful. You good?”
“Yes, thanks! Take a seat and I’ll be with you soon.”
She had a customer to finish with so I sat on the couch and browsed through my phone while sneaking the occasional look at Becky. She was wearing her boots, her legs covered in black nylon and a cute knee-length skirt paired with a long-sleeved black top, her platinum hair surrounded her pretty face, and as always, she wore her cute glasses and a touch of red lipstick.
Becky finished with the customer, said goodbye, and saw them out of the doo. She locked the door behind him as I was the last customer of the day.
“Do you mind if I drop the shutter?”
“No, not at all.” I was thinking nothing of it as she’d be leaving for the day after she’d finished with me.
“Do we need to wash your hair?”
“Yes, please. Lazy day, so I thought I’d get the full treatment.”
She beckoned me over to the chair by the sink. I sat down as she bent over me and fixed a gown around me. She smelt incredible as always as her warm breath teased my skin…
She turned on the tap and let the water heat up before wetting my hair.
“Everything good with you?”
“Yes, thanks. You ok?”
“Yes, thanks.”
She turned off the tap and squirted some shampoo into her hands before running her fingers through my wet hair and making sure my hair was well covered before washing the shampoo off.
As she cleaned the shampoo off, some splashed and ended up in my eye. I naturally closed my eye.
“Shit. Sorry, James. Did I get you?”
“Just some shampoo.”
“Sit still. I’ll grab a towel.”
She came back from out the back.
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course.”
With my good eye open, I saw Becky standing in front of me. She pushed my legs together, lifted her skirt, and straddled my lap while she leaned forward to see to my eye.
Although a bit shocked by her forwardness, I definitely wasn’t complaining.
She dabbed the towel on my eye which I slowly opened, blinking a couple of times.
“How’s that eye now?” She leant forward to take a closer look.
“My eye seems ok, thank you. But I think my lips need attention.”
“Haha! Smooth, James!”
And with that, she leaned in closer and kissed me softly, a couple more teasing soft kisses as I wrapped my hands around her arse and pulled her closer. Our kisses quickly became more passionate, tongues now exploring each other’s mouth, her tongue soft and wet, expertly exploring me. I moved my hands and pulled up the skirt over her magnificent bum, caressing the nylon material and definitely not feeling any underwear as my cock grew harder under her warm thighs.
I moved from her lips to her neck. Soft moans escaped her mouth when I grabbed her bum tighter. She started to grind on my cock through my jeans. We kissed some more, each kiss more frenzied and passionate than the last.
I broke away briefly to say, “Sit in your chair.”
“What about your trim?”
“It can wait. I want to taste you first.”
Becky stood up, turned toward her chair, her skirt around her waist, that incredible bum covered in nylon looking amazing. She sat down in her chair and I stood in front of her, with her staring at the bulge in my jeans.
I grabbed her legs, pulled them towards me, then apart. I leaned forward to give Becky one last long wet kiss.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes, James.”
I knelt in front of her and kissed her nylon-covered thighs, slowly inching my way toward her now-aroused pussy. I reached up her thighs and looked Becky in the eyes as I dug my fingers into her nylons and ripped them.
“Fuck, James!”
I pulled at them again, exposing her beautiful, smooth and wet pussy which I’ve been fantasising about tasting for years.
I slowly lowered my head, looked up as she bit her lip in anticipation, and I slowly licked the length of her pussy,
“Fuck, you taste incredible!”
I continued to slowly lick her slick lips and engorged clit, her moans becoming louder. I pushed my tongue deep inside her, hungrily feeding on her sweet juices.
While teasing her clit, I slid a finger inside her. Becky instinctively grabbed my head and pulled it closer, then another finger filled her tight, warm opening. I slowly worked them inside her before sliding them out and tasting her.
“FUCK.”
I pushed them back inside and started massaging her g-spot while I kept licking and sucking her clit. Becky squirmed in her seat, her hands tightly gripping the chair.
“Don’t fucking stop!”
My fingers fucked her faster, I licked her clit harder. I felt her body tremble as her orgasm built inside her.
Becky’s moans filled the room, and if only the passers-by knew what was happening…!
“James, I’m cumming!”
I didn’t stop as she started to orgasm, her breathing faster and harder and her orgasm ripping through her quaking body. Her pussy was dripping with sweet nectar as I carried on fucking and sucking as another orgasm quickly arrived. Her legs shaking, the leather seat soaking wet, Becky grabbed my head.
“Please stop, James!”
I did as she requested, pulling my fingers out of her and hungrily cleaning them.
I looked up at her flushed face, her hair now a beautiful mess from an unexpected situation. I slowly stood and kissed her soft lips, and I moved her hair. Her breathing returned to normal and she smiled. We both did.
“Well, I wasn’t expecting that.”
“That makes two of us!”
“Now can I get that trim?”
As we both laughed, I helped her off the chair and she went to sort herself out while I towelled the chair clean and got ready for my haircut. Post-trim, we kissed goodbye and she let me out of the shop.
Best fucking haircut ever.
I was smiling as I drove home like the cat that definitely got the cream.
