I nipped into the barbers on my late lunch, managing to squeeze in just before they closed the door and dropped the blinds for their own lunches. After reading a magazine for a while I finally got my turn in the chair. I sat there, covered in the black cape, just about the tell the barber how I wanted it cutting, when he asked me to wait for a moment and he nipped out the back.
"Hope you don't mind," he said when he came back "I have to nip off to the bank for an appointment so my colleague will be down in a moment to cut your hair" and he ran out the front door, folder in hand and locked it behind him.
I sat for a minute or two listening to the radio before hearing footsteps behind me and the view in the mirror made me having to listen to Justin Bieber more than worth it.
About to cut my hair was 5'4" of blond curvy sex bomb, straight out of a rock magazine. She was wearing skin tight black leather jeans, a mans cut white shirt which curved up at the sides where a man would tuck in into his trousers. The top few buttons were undone, and the sleeves were rolled up too, revealing her nicely tanned forearms. She had a load of bangles on each arm which jangled when she moved and rings on most fingers. She can't be more than 20 and also has piercing blue eyes which light up as she smiles at me in the mirror. I manage to notice she is wearing patent black heels too.
I was so glad I was sat under the cape otherwise my now rock hard cock would have given away exactly what I was thinking I would like to do to her.
After telling her what I wanted her to do (to my hair!) she got the clippers and got cutting. We made small talk as you do when someone cuts your hair, music, TV shows, holidays etc. I was always a little distracted, watching her curves as she moved around the chair.
Now, a barbers chair is always pretty comfy and have nice big sides to rest on. So my hands where resting on the arms of the chair which meant she was brushing my arm as she moved around. Why is it any contact with a woman you've only just met gets me horny? As she leaned in to cut the from of my hair I took in a long breath of her perfume which was sweet and fresh, almost good enough to eat, just like the rest of her.
She kept leaning in to do a good job, just a little more and I'd be getting a great view down her shirt, lean more, lean more, I thought over and over, willing it to happen.
Holy Shit whats that touching my hand? Thats her pussy! She was having to lean up on tiptoes to reach the top of my head (I'm 6'2" so quite tall) and that meant she had to have the arm of the chair between her legs. With my fingers on top. With me trying not to move them, not wanting her to know that all thats separating her pussy from my fingers is her leather pants and a flimsy barbers cape.
I can feel the pre cum dribbling out of my already hard cock.
Shit, she's grinding on my hand! I look up and see she is concentrating on the trimmer, rubbing it repeatedly over the same patch on my head, moving it in time with her grinding. She keeps it up, grinding and cutting, occasionally moving to a new bit on my head.
Now she is grinding faster. I look at her face and she is biting her lip! She looks so sexy, trying not to show she is getting herself off while cutting my hair.
I can't let this pass up, I move my middle finger, pointing the knuckle up, right on her pussy . She freezes, looks straight at me with a look of horror on her face, turning the clippers off. But my finger is still in contact with her pussy, she hasn't moved away. I move my finger up and down, the knuckle rubbing her through the pants.
Shit, is she going to have me done for harassing her?
She drops the clippers on the floor, bites her lip, closes her eyes and starts grinding in time to my rubbing. I keep rubbing, making the strokes longer but just as fast. Then she moves, she puts one knee on the seat in between mine and rests the other on the arm of the chair so her legs are spread right in front of me. I battle my hands out of the cape and start stroking her pussy with the tips of my fingers. She leans forwards, putting a hand either side of my head, bangles jangling, giving me the view down her top that I wished for earlier. I use my spare had to undo a couple more buttons on her shirt and slide my hand inside her bra, giving her breast a good squeeze.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMM" She moans as I keep squeezing and rubbing her. I use both hands to undo the button fly on the leather jeans so I can finger her properly.