A few months ago I moved to a new neighborhood.
Of course one of the first things I did was to look for
a new barber shop. Getting our hair cut is an
important ritual for us men contrary to what the
ladies believe. I have always hated to have my hair
abused by one of my own gender. I preferred my
hair to be delicately handled. Nothing could be more
soothing then a pair of feminine touch clipping
exactly at the right places. So to my great delight I
found just the perfect place which catered to my
taste. It was a small clean establishment run by
five beautiful young ladies. Even though they were
not the best at what they did but who was I to
complain.
Ok but this is not the theme of this story. So here
goes:
I came into the barber shop one early morning. That
is when I always liked my hair to be delicately
handled. It is always quite in the mornings. There is
ample time to sit, relax as they give you a shampoo
or even a scalp massage if they liked your smile.
But when I entered the shop I was surprised to see
only one girl working that morning. There was
usually two or more at any one time but I didn't
think anything of it. One was more than enough.
"Hi Sam," the cute girl greeted me with a huge
smile, "how are you doing this morning?" she
asked.
"Oh. Hi. I am good. Thank you," I replied, "it is
Laureen? isn't it?" I am usually not very good with
names but that one had caught my eye the first
time I came into this shop a few months ago. Even
though her credentials as a hair stylist needed to be
verified but as I said, I wasn't complaining. She was
a lovely brunette with nice curves all at the right
places. She had lovely blue eyes, red round cheeks
but most of all she had one of the best C size
knockers I've seen for a long time. Unfortunately to
my dismay she was wearing a jumper that hid
those gifts of hers that day.
"So what will it be?" she asked, "I am sure you
want a taste of everything don't you?" smiling
warmly . But I was not prepared for what was about
to happen next. "It is hot in here don't you think?"
she said as she took off her jumper to reveal a
white shirt that could barely hold all her assets in
place. She even unbuttoned the first few to give me
a peak at a cleavage that put the grand canyon to
shame.
Now if I wasn't the shy gentleman that I was I
would have jumped her right there and then but of
course I have always been an idiot who does not
know when he has been hit upon. So I just nodded
and smiled like a moron.
"Sit over there Sam so I can shampoo your hair,"
pointing at one of the corner chairs. I sat down and
put my head back on the half hollow sink as she
began to wash my hair with hot water. As she
worked the liquid soap on my scalp she kept
looking directly into my eyes smiling as I grinned
back like a fool. She massaged with both hands
flipping my head from one side to the other and
every time she did that I was greeted to the sight of
those lovely Cs wiggling right in front of my eyes.
Oh yes. It was damn hot that day.
When she finished shampooing my hair she told me
to sit on another chair so she would begin working
on my hair. When she wrapped one of those large
sheets of cloth around my neck I was finally able to
relax. It was just that the cloth covered my hard-on
which I was barely able to hide. She most probably
had spotted that for she kept eyeing me and
wickedly grinning as my sweat came pouring down
my forehead.
"So what will it be?" She surprised me with that
question and I almost jumped up from my seat. "Do
you prefer scissors or a trimmer?" She asked.
"Oh that! Scissors. Scissors please," I replied. I
always preferred scissors to those shavers
anytime. I find them to be more personal as the
stylist looks at you watching for reassurances with
every clip. It is way more satisfying. Plus scissors
also take more time which is how I prefer it done;
slowly and carefully. However in that instance I
started to regret my decision.
So Laureen brought out the comb and scissors and
started working on one side of my head clipping a
few bits at a time. She was on of those barbers who
worked on one side before starting the other. But
my eyes could not help themselves as they were
constantly trying to take a peak at her breasts
which wanted to escape the confines of her bra. I
could even smell her perfume seeping in my
nostrils as puffs of my breath was almost blowing
on her bare skin.
"Are you just going to look or touch some time
today?" Laureen asked. Now how was I supposed to
reply to that? Actually I didn't. My jaw just dropped
from the shock and I looked into her eyes waiting
for the slap that was supposed to be coming.
"Oh god. I thought you were much smarter than
that," I believe she just insulted me and I could not
say anything. "Come on Sam touch them will you."
Of course I could not say no to that request
specially since she was holding the scissors in her
hands and I was disarmed. So I brought up both my
hands and put them on her breasts squeezing
gently and waiting for her reaction.
"I don't think they are going to bite," she said, "but
they as hell want you to."
So I unbuttoned what was left of her shirt and
unhooked her bra in one go to reveal those
wonderful round breasts and a pair of dark red hard
nipples that pointed straight at me. Playing with and
sucking a girls nipples as she was holding a shard
instrument was petrifying but I managed to do it
without blood being spilled. But that wasn't the
worst of it.
"Open your zipper and bring out you cock," Laureen
ordered as she quickly pulled down her own pants
down. Once she saw my exposed dick jotting out
she jumped on me as I was still sitting in my chair
and she slowly guided my cock inside of her pussy
gasping as it finally lodge all the way inside of her.
All this time she still held the comb and scissors in
both hands.
"You are going to fuck me Sam," Laureen began to
explain what she wanted, "and I am going to be
cutting your hair as you are doing that. I don't want
you to come or make me come until I finish cutting
your hair. So I want you to take it slow. Do you hear
me Sam? Very slow."
What the hell did I get my self into. But I had no
choice. If I was going to get a hair cut then I had to
do as she said. So I slowly started to push my cock
inside and she gently received my thrust with slight
gasps of pleasure.
Clip clip clip. My hair was being clipped as my cock
slipped in and out, in and out of her pussy. But as
my gentle pounding continued her steady scissor
hands started to shake. She was biting her lips as
she began to unsteadily wave those sharp edges all
around my head clipping and moaning at the same
time.
"Oh fuck Sam," she moaned out load, "I told you to
take it slow," so I stopped, "oh Nooooo don't you
dare stop," she cried out, "I'll cut faster just don't
stop." So I resumed my gentle assault as she
resumed her clipping.
Then suddenly she screamed, "oh fuck I can't take
this anymore. I am going to come," and she threw
the scissors on the floor. Seeing that she was on
the verge of her orgasm I increased my thrust
hoping to catch up. It didn't take long for both of us
to explode together like raging volcanos as she
yelled out her climax screaming, "I am
cooooommmiiiiinnnggggg" I replied with my own
grunts that sounded like a bad opera singer.
When she finally opened up her eyes she looked at
me and said, "I told you to go slow. Now you have
half a hair cut done. So if you come tomorrow
maybe I'll finish the rest."
God damn it. She is not going to get any tip from me
before she completes her job.
