by a woman named Tina. I book the last appointment of the day so she
can take her time, and not have to rush in order to be on time for her
next.
This past Thursday, I entered the salon to find out Tina was not there.
I was greeted by Anthony, the owner, who explained how they tried to
reach me to let me know that Tina had broken her leg skiing and would
be out indefinitely. They were able to have Anita cut my hair if I so
desired.
I really had no choice as my hair was thick and in desperate need of a
cut, so I agreed. I was a bit concerned because I am anal about my
hair. Tina is the only person to cut it for fifteen years!
Anthony called over Anita as I took out my cell and dialed my florist. I
was speaking with him, arranging to have flowers sent to Tina when
Anita appeared. It was a struggle for me to concentrate talking on the
phone. Anita was simply gorgeous. She was about 35. with long jet black
hair. Her eyes, the size of a quarter, were shade of blue that were
hypnotizing. She was about 5'5 and fit. She was wearing black jeans,
with a white blouse. Her curves were perfect.
Anthony told Anita, who turns out is his daughter, that he was leaving
and she should lock up when she finished with me. Anthony has known me
for a long time and therefore was comfortable leaving her alone with
me.
Her father left and she locked the door behind him. She asked if I
minded if she changed the music from the typical salon dance beat to
something else. I told to feel free. She took out a CD that she had
burned and played it. It was mostly classic rock which was fine by me.
She offered me a glass of wine and I, of course, accepted. We chatted
for a while and got somewhat acquainted. She had spent the past few
years traveling abroad and decided it was time to come back to the
states and try to settle down somewhat. It was clear to me that she was
a free spirit.
Anita said we should get started and led me to the sinks so she could
shampoo my hair. She gently rinsed the warm water over my head and
stroked the water thru my hair. She then began to shampoo me. As she
did, she gave me a scalp massage that was amazing. She pressed in areas
that sent shivers down my spine. It was so relaxing. She rinsed the
suds off and then gave me a second shampoo. Again, she massaged my head
that I was completely relaxed. I felt the stress of the workday leave
my body. I had never experience a shampoo like this. She softly said
since we have all the time we need, do you mind if I go slow? Naturally
I did not object. I told her I was in her hands. Anita rinsed off the
second shampoo and she told me she was going to put some conditioner in
my hair. She could do whatever she wanted, it all felt so good. She ran
the conditioned thru my hair and began a massage that was different
than the shampoo one. Instead of sending shivers down my spine, it sent
the blood to my groin. I felt my cock twinge and begin to stiffen. I
don't know if she was aware of the effect she was having and I really
did'nt care. It was heaven. All to soon she finished and she led me to
her chair. I told her that was the most amazing head massage that I
ever had. She giggled and thanked me. We finished off the first glass
of wine and she poured each of us another.
I told her how I liked my hair cut and she seemed to get what I was
saying. The effects of the wine were kicking in and I was feeling very
nice. We continued chatting as she took out her buzzer and some
assorted scissors. With her back to me, I could not help but check out
her ass. It was small and tight. Just the way I like them. I looked up
and saw she was watching me, watching her thru the mirror. I was busted
and a bit embarassed. I started to apologize but she cut me off. She
flat out asked me if I liked her ass. I told her I thought it was
perfect. She told me she wished it was a bit bigger and I told her she
was crazy. She began combing my hair and doing whatever it is she
needed to do. As she worked, her breasts were pressing against my
shoulder. My cock was pulsating.
I should say that I am 6'2 203lbs my hair is black and I have brown
eyes. I work out and am in good shape and considered good looking. So,
as I was looking her over, she was doing the same. There was sexual
tension in the air.
We talked about her travels and the placed she'd been. The ususal small
talk but it was great. She asked me if I was married or had an
girlfriend. I did'nt and asked the same of her. She also was
unattached.
We finished the second glass of wine when Antia really suprised me. She
asked if I smoked pot! It had been a few years but I said sure, why
not. She went to the back room and came back with a fat joint. As she
approached me she lit that bad boy up. I poured each of us another
glass of wine as she took a nice hit then passed it to me. I took a hit
and coughed a bit. She laughed at me as I did another hit. We finished
the wine and the joint and I was pretty wasted.
She went back to work on my hair and asked if I was up for a game of
truth or dare. At this point, I was up for just about anything. So the
game began. After some basic general questions I gave her a dare. She
warned me to be careful because whatever I dished out, she would give
back and then some. I dared her to take off her shirt. Without giving
it a thought she unbuttoned her top and flung it over the chair next to
hers. I could not believe it. Her breasts looked perfect in the white
lacey bra. They were atleast a c cup and beautiful.