At the Hairdressers

Once the lock down had eased, I went for my long overdue haircut. The regular place was still closed so I went to a new one. The hairdresser, a fine lady in her early thirties was the only person in the shop. She was doing something on her computer and asked me if I could wait a few minutes. I did not mind, so I waited. As she continued doing whatever she was doing, I stole a few glances at her. She sat upright in her chair which made her shapely breasts look nice through her top. She was looking fine in her black leggings.

Five minutes later she called me on the chair and asked me what kind of a cut I wanted. As I explained to her, she moved around me to see what I wanted. However, she was extremely close to me and I felt her breasts graze against my back as moved from my right to left. It must have been intentional is what I realized later.

She draped me and as soon as she turned on the hair trimmer, her phone rang, and she excused herself. She was on the phone for more than two minutes. I could see her in the mirror. She was leaning on the counter with her elbow as she held the receiver in her left hand. I noticed that with her free right hand she was pressing the back end of the trimmer against her pussy. Suddenly it struck me that the trimmer was on and she was using the vibrations to tease herself. I was already starting to get hard in my shorts, I was lucky that I could use the drape to hide my bulge.

She came back and apologized for the delay. Up close her nipples were visible, poking out through her top. As she proceeded to cut my hair, she was leaning in too much each time and her breasts grazed my body several times. I was fully erect by now. While she was cutting my hair on my sides, she pressed her crotch firmly on the chair's handles. I gathered some courage and the next time she changed her position, I deliberately placed my hand on the handles. The next time she moved to the side and started to lean, my heart was racing. She moved closer and in the next instant her crotch was right on my knuckles. She realised that it was my hand and not the chair and stopped for a moment. But the next second she proceeded to put all her weight on my hand like she was doing on the chair before. I looked at her, and she maintained a completely straight face and just gave a professional smile as she continued to cut my hair while grinding on my hand. The grazing of her nipples and grinding on my hand continued throughout the haircut. By the end, I was able to feel the dampness in her leggings on my hands.

She finished with my haircut and proceeded to blow away the fallen hair with a dryer. As she focused the jet of air over the draping cloth, my tent became obviously visible. No way she could have missed that.

As soon as she moved away to clean the area and put her tools away, I placed the money on the table and slipped away hiding the tent in my shorts.

I reached home and saw my wife working in the kitchen. I tiptoed behind her, turned off the stove, lifted her from behind and carried her in my arms to our bedroom.

You can all imagine what happened next.