I have talked previously about my good friend Tina. We have been friends for many years now and I have also always got on very well with her parents.
Tina is aware that her father flirts a little with me, she has done for some time, but that is all she knows.
Tina’s mother Jill, is also a friend of mine and we often meet for a coffee if I am in the area.
Her mother has always been a hairdresser. In fact, she has made a very good living inviting people into her home for a haircut and occasionally traveling to people’s homes to cut their hair. It has often led to her cutting the hair of the whole family, which is very lucrative.
A few years ago, Tina was working in London and her mother and father were about to go to Spain for a two-week holiday, somewhere near Alicante I believe.
Under usual circumstances, Jill would reduce her hair appointments to only one or two and Tina would be able to stand in for her. She would then catch up and have a busy couple of weeks when she returned home. However, with Tina unavailable she would need to ask someone else to stand in for her.
Her flight was cancelled, and she ended up having to move her holiday by over two weeks. This played havoc with her booking calendar, and she ended up having five appointments that she would either need someone to stand in for, or risk she may lose them to competition. Once you lose a client as a hairdresser, there is a high chance you lose them for good.
The five appointments that were still in the calendar were old friends. A couple that she would usually travel to their home to cut their hair, and then three other people who all had their hair cut at the same time each month: creatures of habit you might say.
She arranged for the couple to travel to her, then she worked on Tina to make it to her house to cover the remaining appointments. But Tina was simply unable to get away from work.
So, in her desperation, she asked me.
My first response was, “You’ve got to be joking!” I’m no hairdresser.
But Jill invited me over for a coffee and told me all about the clients and their needs.
The married couple were in their sixties. The lady would simply need a shampoo and hair dry, maybe a small trim around the ears and fringe. The gentleman of the couple always had a basic haircut using the hair trimmers on a number two setting. I had to agree that it all sounded very simple.
The other three were all men. Again, in their fifties and sixties and with receding hairlines (she showed me pictures of them). So my job here was simply to trim around and over the ears, thin out the top and sides and charge them a little less than usual so that she kept all of them in her calendar.
Jill also told me I could keep all the money; she just wanted to keep them as customers and not let them down. I was surprised that they couldn’t just simply wait for her to return, but apparently that was not an option.
So after some coffee, talk and persuasion, I agreed to stand in. Jill then made a quite interesting comment, that got me thinking.
“The boys are all fun, they enjoy having a coffee, letting me wash their hair and having a good talk while they are in the chair. They can be quite flirty, but they are harmless so don’t worry. They enjoy me washing their hair slowly and giving them a little head massage as I do so. So if you are comfortable doing the same as I do, then I’m sure they would enjoy that. Otherwise just be your usual chatty self and I’m sure they will also give you a little tip.”
I started to drift off into dreamland halfway through Jill’s story, thinking about older strangers flirting with me while I massaged their heads and cut their hair. As you know, I am somewhat partial to an older man. Suddenly, from initially dreading it, I was now rather looking forward to it.
As the time came closer, I remembered that I was no hairdresser, and I couldn’t have been more relieved when Jill phoned me to tell me that the couple who were called John and Sheila, had cancelled. I no longer needed to travel to their house to cut their hair.
The only stand ins that I now had were the three older guys, and a friend of Jill’s called Elaine, who was still yet to confirm.
A couple of days before Jill went away, I went over to her house to get familiar with the processes.
Jill set up her kitchen as the hairdresser’s salon. She placed a chair in the middle of the room and used the kitchen sink, which was just behind the chair for washing and rinsing hair. Along the side of the worktops, she used the kitchen electric sockets to plug the trimmer and hairdryers in. The kitchen had a hard floor, so it would be easy to vacuum the cut hair from the floor after. She provided me with a number of towels, gowns, shampoo, some hair gel, brushes for their necks and tissues, as well as the shower head for the kitchen sink taps. I was ready.
I had a list of the three names who would be arriving at Jill’s house in the first week of her holiday. There were no appointments for week two.
James was due to arrive on Tuesday at six o’clock, he drove over straight from work. Lee was on Wednesday at one o’clock in the afternoon and Colin followed at four o’clock, also on Wednesday.
I had yet to hear from Elaine at this point, so I concentrated on how I would wash and cut the guys’ hair.
Jill left me a key to her house, so I arrived there on Tuesday around four o’clock to set up for the appointment with James two hours later.
The night before the first haircut on Monday evening, I started to have little fantasies about how I could maybe flirt and tease James a little the next day. I had never met him before, but from his picture, I remember he looked in his early sixties and was very smiley. A little bit plump, but somewhat attractive, to me at least.
I considered what I might wear that would draw his eye and encourage him to flirt a little. I’m such a bad girl!
Eventually however, I decided on a white t-shirt and leggings; nothing particularly sexy, but something loose and comfortable. I didn’t want to get in a bad situation and cause Jill to potentially lose her customer. I had to remain professional.
I did however wear a black bra under the t-shirt, which was very visible. I would watch out to see if this caught his eye, but otherwise I would be a good professional, well-behaved adult!
Tuesday evening arrived and I was ready. Chair in place, towels and gowns ready, hairdryer and trimmers all plugged in.
A car pulled up and soon James was ringing the doorbell. I went to the door and answered it.
“You must be Beth,” James said, as he stepped inside holding out his hand to shake.
“And you must be James,” I said, as I shook James’ hand and led him into the kitchen.
We small talked for a few minutes and I put on the kettle to make James a cup of tea, which he preferred over coffee.
James settled into his chair and I let him have some time to drink his tea before I started by washing his hair.
“So James, what can I do for you today?” I asked.
I continued by Jokingly asking, “Would you like a perm? Or perhaps I could dye your hair blonde and get you ready for a weekend party?”
James laughed and replied, “Just the usual trim will be fine, and a hair wash of course. Jill does a wonderful hair wash.”
“No problem,” I said, and I positioned James in the chair with his head back over the sink.
I ran the water to a little hotter than warm, then rinsed his hair over the sink.
I then applied shampoo to his hair and gently rubbed it in to his head, washing his hair but also caressing his head as I did so, as Jill had suggested.
“Beth, that feels amazing, thank you,” James said.
“I’m glad you like it, I’m not a qualified hairdresser like Jill, but she pointed me in the right direction and I don’t want to disappoint you or Jill,” I responded.
“A beautiful thing like you washing the hair of an old guy like me could never be disappointing, believe me,” James said, and we both laughed.
He was flirting, and I was enjoying it.
“Are you ready for me to cut your hair or would you like me to continue washing for a few more minutes?” I asked.
“Oh, does it have to end?” James asked, jokingly.
“I can continue for a little longer. It’s no problem for me,” I said.
James settled back down, so I continued for a little while longe. He was obviously enjoying it, and so was I.
I couldn’t be sure, but what looked like an erection was forming in his trousers. He didn’t seem to want to hide it either!
I walked around him and continued to slowly caress his head as I worked in the shampoo. As I walked around him, I kept my body close to his. His eyes followed my top around. My black bra was visible through my top as I mentioned and James was clearly enjoying the view.
I rinsed the shampoo out of James’ hair and used a towel to dry him off a little. I then prepared the trimmers ready to buzz his hair through.
I had an idea. If I removed my bra while I was behind him and he was drying his hair, what would he do? Would he comment if he noticed? He surely couldn’t complain about it, so I decided to go for it.
“Would you mind just drying your hair for a minute while I get my phone from my bag James?” I asked.
“No problem, take your time. Just bring those magic hands back here soon,” he said, continuing to flirt.
I snuck out of the kitchen behind him and went into the dining room. I quickly removed my bra and pulled it out of my t-shirt sleeve, putting it away in my bag. I retrieved my mobile phone and came back into the kitchen, putting it down on the worktop.
“A number three James?” I asked.
“Yes please Beth, and take your time, no need to rush a good thing,” he said as he sat back in his chair, smiling.
I started to cut James’ hair with the trimmer, starting at the back and then trimming over the ears. I then moved around and stood in front of him while I cut the top and the front of his hair.
James was now staring at my top.
In front of him was no longer a black bra visible beneath a white t-shirt. Now he could see a white t-shirt, with two very hard large pink nipples poking out on top of two wobbling breasts.
I have big nipples and areola. When I am turned on my nipples stick out and are very difficult to hide. Being an exhibitionist, I welcome their lack of subtlety and enjoy people looking at them, especially older men.
I was feeling so turned on, my nipples were inches from his face, and he was staring right at them.
“There’s something different about you since you left the kitchen a minute ago, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. What might it be Beth?” James asked, provocatively and with a very cheeky saucy grin on his face.
“I don’t know James, is it a good different or a bad different?” I asked, continuing the flirtation, and putting the ball back in his court.
“Good or bad? That’s a good question. Well from where I’m sitting, I’d say it’s looking very good, but I’m also hoping that it might be very, very bad,” he said, looking into my eyes with some real intent on his face.
I showed James the haircut I had done in the mirror so he could see the back of his head.
“I hope that’s OK for you. Does Jill normally give you hair another quick wash and rinse after she has cut it?” I asked.
“Yes she does Beth, and there’s no hurry with this one, nice and slowly,” he said, almost salivating.
“Right you are,” I said.
I positioned myself behind James, preparing the water to rinse his much-shortened hair into the sink.
After rinsing, I put a small amount of shampoo onto James’ hair and started to slowly and quite sensually massage James’ head.
“I think you should come around and stand in front of me while you are washing my hair Beth, I was enjoying the view earlier,” James suggested.
Without responding, I slowly walked around and in front of James. I smiled at him and he brazenly stared at my breasts while I slowly and sensually rubbed his head.
My breasts were inches from his face, and I ensured I wobbled them a little so that he could get a good look at them as I moved towards him.
As I did so, he commented, “That was lovely, do that again.”
I smiled and gave my upper half a shimmy from left to right. My breasts quivered inside my t-shirt and James continued to stare at them, lust in his eyes.
“Let me get a little closer so that I can finish washing your hair properly,” I suggested.
I put my left leg over both of James’ legs and sat on him.
I continued to wash his hair as my breasts were almost touching his face and my bottom was sitting right on top of his erection.
“Is that OK James?” I asked.
“Only one thing could make it better,” he replied.
I smiled and gently moved my ass from left to right. I could feel his erection pushing against me as I did so.
“And what might that be James?” I asked.
“How about you let me give those lovely things a little squeeze, would that be OK?” he asked.
I moved slightly away from James and very slowly lifted my T-shirt with two hands.
I lifted my T-shirt slowly up my body, just showing the bottom of my breasts before I removed it completely.
My breasts wobbled as they freed themselves from the confines of my T-shirt, and my nipples gained another couple of millimetres as the cold air touched them and the anticipation of James touching them hit me.
I smiled at James and grabbed a breast in each hand, rubbing at my aching nipples.
James could take no more. He grabbed my breasts and moved my hands out of the way. He squeezed my breasts together, sucking on first my left nipple, then my right. What an amazing sensation.
I continued to grind against James’ hard cock in his trousers then stood up over James.
“Shall we release this and give it some fresh air? It seems to be dying to get out,” I suggested.
James undid his belt and hurriedly revealed his hard cock to me.
I slowly reached down and held it in my hand, stroking up and down and releasing some pent-up arousal in the form of precum.
I bent over and kissed James on the mouth. We hungrily kissed each other, tongues delving into each other’s mouths as we continued to stroke each other.
James was squeezing and fondling my breasts as I was stroking his hard cock.
I leaned over and took James’ cock into my mouth. I sucked down deep, placing his cock at the back of my throat and I reached out with my tongue to lick his big balls.
“Oh my god,” James yelped, as I came back up his shaft, then quickly deep down again, feeling more precum ooze out of the tip of his cock and onto my tongue.
James was now tugging at my leggings and squeezing my thong covered ass.
I pulled them down and sat on top of him. James rubbed at my very wet pussy and urged me to climb up him.
I straddled his face as he cupped my ass cheeks then lapped my pussy with his tongue. He was sucking and drinking me in.
“James, I am going to cum if you keep tasting me,” I warned him.
But it didn’t stop him; far from it.
“Cum Beth, let me taste those delicious juices,” he said, as he continued to lick me.
He was now also rubbing my ass with his finger, almost going inside.
I shuddered.
I released a strong orgasm and pushed my pussy into James’ mouth as my orgasm ran through me with vigour.
I screamed out as I came, wave after wave rushing through me, small spurts of my cum running into James’ mouth. He lapped them up. What a good boy!
I lowered my body and took James’ hard cock inside me. I sat on top of him and rode him like a cowboy!
His hands and mouth were all over my breasts as I got closer to my second orgasm.
Someway through my orgasm I heard James say something and pant louder, but I didn’t hear what it was he said.
As I was coming down from my orgasm, I figured out what it was he was saying, as I now felt his warm cum spurting into me and running out of me and onto our legs.
We slowed down into a slow grinding movement and eventually we stopped. I was glad I had plenty of tissues and towels.
As I cleaned us both up, I had the urge to take James’ cock into my mouth again. I’ve always enjoyed the taste of my cum on a man’s cum covered cock, so I sucked it gently and licked all around his balls. I love the taste of sex.
James was enjoying what I was doing very much, then he surprised me as his cock rapidly grew again into a full erection.
“Well, that’s a surprise. Are you ready to go again?” I asked.
“Give it a little suck and we’ll see Beth,” James responded, somewhat noncommittaly!
But we were both to be surprised.
I continued to suck him and take his cock deep into my throat, licking all around his shaft and looking into his eyes as I licked all around his helmet.
“Oh god I’m gonna cum Beth,” he said, and he grabbed his cock and started to jerk it quickly.
I tried to put my mouth over it, but he was jerking too fast so instead, I put my head back and opened my mouth.
James leaned forward and jerked his cock into my mouth.
His cum shot out onto my lips and face and pooled out over my tongue.
For a man in his early sixties, he shot a huge load of cum and this was his second in only ten or fifteen minutes.
I waited for him to stop jerking and cumming.
Then, being the dirty little cum slut that I can be on occasion, I started playing with his cum.
I pulled some out of my mouth with my fingers, then sucked it off my fingers back into my mouth.
I showed him his huge load all over my tongue, then popping my tongue back into my mouth, I swallowed every drop.
We packed up and I sent James on his way, exhausted and happy. I felt the same.
We swapped phone numbers and I thought about what the rest of the week might bring.
I had two appointments the next day and Colin later in the afternoon was the flirty one.
I was looking forward to it already…
