This happened a few years ago when I went to a wedding in a city about six hours away from where I live in a small town. It was my cousin getting married and it was going to be a bit of a family get together which had its good and bad points. I decided to stay in a little hotel and treat myself to a 'weekend break'. I was having a bit of a bad time with getting laid off at work and fed up with being single and I needed to have some fun. It was a really cosmopolitan city and I had not been there in ages! It was exciting to be amongst all these beautiful people wearing beautiful clothes. Inspired by them, I went out and bought myself a dress. I saw it in the window and my heart stopped when I laid eyes on it. It was a green print 1950s style dress that gave you a great cleavage, gathered in tightly at the waist with a full skirt. I tried it on and I felt like a million dollars. I bought it immediately.
I had a few hours to kill before the afternoon service and decided that with my new dress I really ought to have sexy hair to go with it so I wandered into a hair salon to see if there were any free slots. It was mayhem in there and I should have known that a Saturday lunch-time in July would not be the best time to wander in on-spec to see if there were any appointments going. As luck would have it 'Ginaro' was free at 2pm. I wandered around outside and down into the mall adjacent to kill time. I could see I was turning heads in my green dress and it was kind of nice. I felt good for the first time in weeks.
I eventually went back for my appointment and he was there, Ginaro, waiting for me at reception. He was an Italian in his mid fifties, attractive and cuddly in an 'older man' kind of way. His face lit up when he saw me 'Ahhhh.. the lady in the Green Dress'. I blushed and smiled and didn't quite know what he was talking about but he led me to get my hair washed.
Once I was sitting down with him and he started on the blow dry we ended up having the most fantastic conversation. He had a very warm, sensual and seductive presence. I liked him and trusted him instantly. The way he touched my head and hair was very (or actually not so very!) subtley turning me on and he must have known full well. But it felt like it was all part of the experience. I was paying him to make me look and feel beautiful. And boy, best 40 bucks I ever blew!
I was kind of curious about him. He was flirting away with me and unabashedly telling me what a beauty I was and he had a wedding ring on and well... he wasn't 'hitting' on me and I knew he wasn't but I am curious and often confused about signals, boundaries and partnerships and suddenly here was a guy, an older guy, a married guy no doubt with a lot of experience so I decided to quietly and discreetly mine him for his experience and his opinions.
I kidded around with him firstly about the fact that he was Italian and therefore a legendary flirt and lothario!! You know, all those stereotypes (I have a friend who has twin nine year old girls... even at nine they are leggy, blonde and utterly gorgeous... and he is already panicking about the 'teen years'... he jokingly says to the girls about prospective dating... 'Now what did I say girls? No bikes, no tattoos, no earrings and NO ITALIANS!!'). Ginaro pooh poohed all of that weak knicker elastic stuff quite promptly.
He then stopped and looked at me and said 'You know... I love women and I love being around women but I have been married for 38 years'.
I stopped dead. He was being utterly serious.
'I fell in love with my wife when I was 18. We were childhood sweethearts'.
He had my complete attention.
'All my clients, they ask me.. Ginaro.. how do you do it? What's it like having sex with the same person for 38 years?? 38 YEARS?? And you know what I say?? Having sex? HAVING SEX?? We don't 'have sex'.. we MAKE LOVE. And, believe me, there is a difference. Anyone can go and have sex. It's our animal instinct. But.... to make love??? That is something else and it is an art and not everyone can do it. I tell you, it is better today than it was 38 years ago'.
It was so beautiful. His honesty, his simplicity, his passion... My eyes filled with tears. It was very cathartic.
'You know. I saw you outside earlier in your Green Dress and I couldn't help but notice you. I never have empty slots on a Saturday.. never never never! I think we were meant to have this conversation today. Do you know?'
Yes, I did. He took a whole hour blow drying my hair and we talked and laughed and flirted gently throughout. I enjoyed it from first to last. And no hairdresser had ever taken such time over me. Right at the end he showed me how to put hair spray in my hair. Instead of spraying it over the hair like they usually do, he showed me how to spray it onto the tips of your fingers and then he ran his fingers gently underneath my now bouncing wavy hair up to my scalp and he massaged and teased it around the roots giving it a tousled come hither look. Fuck it made me horny. He was a devil! As I got up from the chair I gasped when I saw this glamour puss he had created in the mirror.
I gave him a hug and then went into the ladies room to 'put some lip gloss on' but in actual fact I wanted to give myself a little pleasure now that I was feeling so horny and sexy. I leant against the back of the door and lifted up my dress and felt inside my panties and sure enough I was wet and swollen. It didn't take long to have a quick orgasm and I left the salon feeling ready to take on the world or at least.... my family wedding!!!