This is a mostly true story from my early twenties.

One late spring evening in 1998, I needed to get my hair cut. As there were no good barbers in my hometown, I went to a small beauty salon near my gym. One of my coworkers would always joke and call the salon Hooters, as the staff were mostly attractive younger ladies…some of whom had nice boobs.

The girl who cut my hair, Melanie, was an attractive, petite brunette, with the biggest, most beautiful blue eyes. I was enamored by her. She was bubbly and very flirty. She would always touch my shoulders and arms whenever she cut my hair. She was 24 and divorced.

I had recently been dumped by a longtime girlfriend, so any female attention was welcome.

Just like always, I scheduled my haircut for 8:30 PM. This was the last time available at night. Usually, Melanie and I would talk for ten minutes or so after the appointment. I would help her clean up as she would shut things down. I wanted to ask her out in the worst way.

On this night, I had finished my workout later than I expected. The Y was super busy with kids running everywhere, which was highly annoying. I had hoped to run home and change clothes before my appointment, but not tonight.

As I had only five minutes to spare, I rushed out of the gym without a shower. I only did shoulders and arms, as I liked to be vascular when I went into the beauty shop. I walked in and saw two people in the waiting area. I looked over and didn’t see Melanie. I only saw Christy and Sammy.

Sammy was a bigger girl, probably in her mid to late twenties, who was extremely funny. She had long, blonde, curly hair. She always wore tight clothes, which left nothing to the imagination. She was definitely a big and beautiful kind of lady. She had nearly lost her spot at the salon due to her crude, often sexualized talk. She often talked about getting drunk and hooking up with guys. She was very outspoken.

Christy was much more subdued. She was thirty and married with two sons. She had shoulder-length, light brown hair. She had gorgeous green eyes that always had dark eyeliner bordering. She had the most beautiful body. She was a conservative dresser, except for the scoop top shirts. She seemed to always wear scoop top shirts, which showed off her ample cleavage. I swore any time she would have to pick something up from the floor, you could see everything…which drove this twenty-one year old wild!

Sammy said, “Hi! Melanie had to leave early. Her son is sick. But don’t worry, one of us will do you.”

Sammy chuckled.

Christy added, “It will probably be me. Sammy probably has a hot dude waiting for her.”

We all laughed as I sat down.

I was trying to keep myself occupied with the local newspaper, as they only had girl magazines in the rack. After a short while, I was the only one still waiting. Sammy had just finished her last client. She looked over at Christy and said, “Would you mind finishing out tonight? I do actually have someone waiting at the bar.”

Christy gave her a look. “I knew you had some hotty lined up. You always do on Wednesdays!”

Sammy looked at me. “Christy will do you.”

Christy feigned anger when she almost shouted, “Would you stop telling people that we do them! I don’t want everyone getting the idea that we are sluts!”

Sammy smiled. “Well, I do.” She walked out the back door.

After Christy finished checking out with the last client, it was approaching 9:15.

She said to me, “I’m sorry it’s so late. I’ll try to make it quick. We’ve been so jammed up today, since Melanie is gone. I haven’t even had a cigarette for three hours.”

I told her, “If you need one, I can wait. Five more minutes will mean nothing for me.”

She smiled. “Thanks, but you will be quick.”

I sat in the chair as she covered me with the apron. She ran her hands through my hair, judging the length. “I will try to do as good as Melanie, but I won’t promise anything. I just don’t know your head.”

She giggled softly to herself after she said that.

She commenced cutting my hair. Initially, we just had mundane conversation. She talked about her boys. I asked about her husband’s business. This evidently struck a chord with her, as just after I asked, she seemed exasperated and dropped her scissors.

She bent down to pick up the scissors. As she stood up, she murmured, “Oh shit.” She let out a sigh. “His business is good. He’s rarely home. I had to make arrangements with my mom to watch the boys tonight, since I’m working late.”

She let out a longer sigh.

I thought to myself that I had seen her husband at the bars. He owned a small but successful HVAC business. He was a tall and handsome guy who had money…and you could tell he knew it. He always seemed to be flirting with waitresses. There was more than one time when he left the bar with a girl who wasn’t his wife…not a good husband.

I said, “Well, I am sorry I am keeping you so late. I know you would rather be home with your kids.”

She replied, “It’s no big deal. My boys love an impromptu sleepover with Grandma. Anyways, I don’t know what time my husband will make it home. So, I guess I would just be by myself… that’s getting to be the norm. We used…I hardly ever…never mind…I love my boys…”

I could tell she only meant her sons.

I felt her ample bosom press against my shoulder as she was using the scissors on the top of my head. Admittedly, this was one of the best aspects of getting my hair cut. She then asked, “You just came from the gym next door, right? I can tell. You are looking buff.”

This is totally why I would lift before my appointment. I always hoped for a glance or comment from the hairdressers. I responded, “Thanks. I did. I don’t have the height or money, so I’ve got to get the muscle to get the girls.”

We both laughed.

She said, “That’s right, you are single. I forgot that your last girlfriend broke up with you. How long has it been?”

I answered, “Seven months.”

She smiled. “Well, you are better off without her. She doesn’t know what a good thing she gave up. You are funny, kind, and very cute. I’m sure you will meet Miss Right in no time.”

I commented, “I…I’m not sure in this small town. Most of the girls my age are in college. Anyways, between working full-time and going to school full-time, I really don’t have a lot of spare time to find a girl…I just hope I happen upon her…somewhere.”

Christy looked at my reflection in the mirror, directly into my eyes. Her hands rested on my shoulders. She said, “You are really cute. If I was single and younger, I would have wanted to date you. And honestly, most of the girls here talk about you when they see you are on the schedule. I think they like your strong arms.” She laughed.

She continued, “By the way, we can all tell you like Mel…even she can. But, no offense…and I don’t know why, but, she…she isn’t into you. I really don’t get it.”

I remarked, “Yeah. I kind of got that hint the last time she cut my hair. I can tell she sees me as a kid.”

Christy patted my arms. “You're definitely grown up.” She asked, “Do you want your hair rinsed? I can’t remember if Melanie does that or not.”

I responded, “Yes, please…and she normally does.”

I also liked this, because as a horny young guy, I loved it when they leaned you back and had their boobs in your face while they rinsed your hair.

I sat at the wash sink and leaned back. Just as I hoped, Christy’s boobs were right in my face. She shampooed my hair. As she scrubbed, her boobs brushed my face. I swear I could feel her lacy bra through her shirt.

Embarrassed, she said, “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry. I am not trying to knock you out with them.”

I laughed, “I could only hope to be knocked out in just such a way.”

She laughed, “Stop! You are terrible!”

She sat me up and toweled my hair dry.

She then removed the apron from me and blew the hair off of me with a hairdryer.

We walked to the counter, where she checked me out. I gave her cash and a generous tip.

She asked, “It’s getting dark, would you mind waiting around while I lock up? I would feel safer.”

“Definitely. It’s the least I can do for making you so late.”

We both stepped into the back room. I grabbed a broom and went back to the front to sweep the floor as she gathered towels and put them in the washer.

While she was in the back room, I heard her exclaim, “Dammit!”

I stepped into the back room. She was standing in front of the washer. There was detergent all down the front of her shirt and on the floor. She said angrily, “One of those bitches left the cap off and put it back on the shelf! What the fuck were they thinking!?!”

I stood in the doorway and stared. Her shirt, saturated with detergent, clung to her voluptuous tits. Her lacy bra was well defined. She looked at me and realized what I was staring at. She quickly grabbed a towel to cover herself.

I caught myself. “I’m…I’m sorry…how…can…umm…how can I help?”

Trying to regain her composure, she said, “Can you, can you hand me the phone? I’ll try to get Sammy back here, before she gets too drunk.”

I returned with the phone. By now she had her shirt and bra off and was just covering herself with an apron. I handed her the phone, trying not to stare too obviously.

I said, “I have an extra shirt in my bag. It is clean. I can grab it for you.”

I stepped outside to grab my shirt. When I returned, Christy was on the phone with Sammy. She hung up as I handed over my shirt. It was impossible not to notice her nipples as they poked through the thin apron.

She said, “Thanks. Sammy will be here soon. She will bring me a shirt. The last thing I need is to go home with some guy’s shirt.”

I stepped out of the room so she could change in private. She hollered to me, “You really don’t have to stay now. I can just wait here for Sammy… actually, can you step out with me while I smoke?”

I responded, “Yes…I can…But, I can wait for Sammy to get here. That way I get my shirt back, without you having to answer any questions.”

We stepped out back behind the salon. Christy pulled a cigarette from her pack and placed it between her lips and lit it. She offered me a smoke, which I graciously accepted. As we stood there making small talk while we smoked our cigarettes, I couldn’t help but notice Christy‘s ample bosom filling out my shirt. Her nipples were completely visible through the thin cotton polyester blend of my shirt. I tried really hard not to stare.

Christy looked down at her chest, realizing what had my attention. She commented, “Well, I guess I am giving you the show of the night! This is certainly not how I expected tonight to go!”

She crushed her cigarette out on the ground. As she ground the cigarette with her shoe, her tits shook back-and-forth under my shirt. This, I could not help but stare at. She was so hot!

Again, she noticed exactly what I was looking at. She smiled. “I can tell you like what you see!”

I responded sheepishly, “I’m… I’m… sorry! What… wh…what do you mean? I’m really sorry, I just… I just can’t help it…you are hot!”

She replied, “Oh, I can tell you think so… Look at your shorts!” She pointed at the crotch of my shorts. My thin exercise shorts did nothing to hide my growing excitement.

I crushed my cigarette out. I tried to cover myself with my hand.

She laughed, “Nope. If you get a show, I get a show. Move your hand!” I responded to her command. She laughed, “OK, now we are even. Let’s just wait inside.”

We stepped back into the salon. As I closed the door behind me, Christy reached out and grabbed the front of my shorts. She said, “You got to feel the sisters on your face tonight, so this is only fair.”

I felt her squeeze my growing member. I was completely caught off guard and didn’t know how to respond. She stepped closer to me and placed her other hand on my flat stomach. She leaned up to kiss me on the lips. Her lips were full and soft. I immediately reached for her tits. Her voluptuous tits were bigger than a handful. I had never in my life felt such big, soft but firm, beautiful breasts!

She paused. “I’ve seen you trying to check out the sisters many times. Sometimes I drop stuff, just to give you a show. Well…Here you go!”

She pulled my shirt off of her. Her beautiful breasts bounced as they were freed. Without a thought, I grabbed her right breast and instantly leaned down to kiss and suck her beautiful left nipple. It tasted kind of like detergent. She whispered, “Look, I’m not going to do it with you. I just want to fool around a little bit.”

All I could muster to reply was, “MMMHMMM.”

She leaned me against the washer. She placed her hand on my now very erect and throbbing penis. She began to stroke my rock-hard cock through my shorts. We returned to kissing. I was still groping her breasts as if my life depended on it.

That was when the back door of the salon opened. Sammy stepped in and paused as she glimpsed the action that was happening.

Sammy said, “Oh fuck! Wow! This looks like fun!”

Sammy instantly pulled her shirt off. She reached back and unhooked her brassiere, which immediately fell to the floor. Sammy had very large, extremely soft tits. Her areolas were large, like silver dollars.

Christy turned and looked directly at Sammy. Her hand was still stroking my penis. Sammy grabbed Christy by the waist. Her lips eagerly found Christy‘s nipple. Sammy began to kiss, lick, and suck Christy’s very hard nipple.

Christy‘s left hand grabbed Sammy‘s extremely large breast. Sammy reached out with her hand and placed it on my cock along with Christy‘s hand.

Sammy, not wasting any time, pulled my shorts down and got to her knees. She sucked my aching cock between her lips as her tongue batted the head of my penis.

Christy returned to kissing me. I was holding the back of Sammy‘s head with my right hand as it bobbed up and down over my cock. With my left hand, I grabbed Christy’s firm ass.

Sammy paused from my cock and began to pull Christy‘s pants down. Sammy now stood directly in front of me. Christy pulled her pants the rest of the way off. I knelt down and began to kiss and lick Sammy‘s soft nipples. Sammy began to moan softly as my tongue felt her nipples harden.

Christy locked the door. She said, “Maybe we should take this into the break room.”

We all walked into the break room. Christy was completely naked. Sammy still had her skintight pants on. I was only wearing a shirt. My erection bounced as I walked. Sammy said, “We need to even the playing field.”

Sammy pulled her pants off. I stripped my shirt off. Sammy pulled Christy onto the loveseat with her. Sammy was lying with Christy on top of her. They were making out feverishly.

Sammy motioned for me to come to her. I stepped forward and she eagerly began to suck my rock-hard member again. This was when Christy began to work her way down on Sammy. I watched as Christy slowly suckled each of Sammy‘s soft tits. She then kissed and eased her way down Sammy‘s large stomach to her hairless pussy. Christy found her way between Sammy‘s large thighs and began to kiss and lick at Sammy‘s love.

I reached down and fondled Sammy‘s breast as she sucked my throbbing cock. Within moments, Sammy began to moan onto my penis. She was stroking and sucking my cock with a fever when all of a sudden, she began to moan and cry out in ecstasy. Her attention left my penis as an orgasm rocked her body.

Christy, wiping her mouth, said, “Switch me spots, it’s my turn!”

Christy sat up and leaned back on the love seat. I quickly got between her thighs. She only had a small patch of hair just above her pussy. I quickly buried my face into her steamy muff. She smelled delightful. I began to lick up and down on her slit. As I did, so, I noticed Sammy lean over and start to French kiss Christy.

I tried to keep my focus on Christy‘s beautiful slit. I gently pulled her lips apart. This exposed her beautiful clitoris. As I licked, I slid a finger into her moist, sexy, steamy slit. As my tongue brushed her clit, Christy shuddered. Sammy was now licking and sucking Christy‘s erect nipples.

After a few moments, Christy‘s body began to shake and quiver. She pulled my face into her muffin. She began to moan deeply and loudly as an orgasm overcame her.

Sammy moved from Christy’s side down between her legs beside me. We began to French kiss each other just above Christy‘s dripping pussy. I continued to finger fuck Christy’s hot, dripping pussy.

Christy said, “That was amazing! I wish you could fuck me.”

Sammy said from between her thighs, “Maybe you can’t fuck him, but I can.”

She pulled a condom seemingly out of thin air.

I awkwardly rolled the condom onto my cock as it throbbed with every roll. Sammy kneeled on all fours. I positioned myself behind her. I slowly pressed my throbbing cock to her very wet, slick slit. As I pressed it into her, Sammy began to moan softly. She said, “Ohhh fuck! That feels great! I’ve wanted you inside of me for a while!”

Sammy returned to kiss and lick Christy‘s beautiful dripping pussy. I grabbed Sammy‘s thighs and I began to slowly fuck her very wet pussy. Both ladies were moaning softly. I looked up. Christy‘s eyes were closed as she was lying back on the loveseat. She was rubbing and caressing her right nipple with her right hand while her left hand was holding the back of Sammy‘s head.

I began to pick up my pace. Sammy‘s breath quickened as my cock rammed into her pussy. I leaned forward and reached around her body. My left hand grabbed and nuzzled her hanging left breast while my right hand sought her clitoris as I was plowing her steamy hot pussy.

I could feel her juices drip down my finger as I rubbed her clitoris. She began to moan as my balls slapped her loudly. I released my grip from her soft titty. Sammy said, in broken speech, “OHHH….fuck….fffuckk meee……mmm…”

Now Sammy moaned directly into Christy‘s wet love. This drove Christy over the edge and orgasm number two began to make her shake and shiver. Her beautiful tits bounced as the orgasm surged through her.

I quickened my pace. I knew I would explode any moment. My cock slammed into Sammy. My balls slapped her pussy with every thrust. I could feel my orgasm building. I knew I was getting close. The more Sammy moaned, the more my cock raged. Sammy began to shake. As she did so, I felt my cock ready to erupt.

I said, “I’m going to cum!”

As I my cock erupted, I fucked Sammy harder…faster…I held onto her thighs as I buried my cock deeply. Once the pulsing stopped, I sat back onto the floor, breathless.

We all sat in the quiet in our nakedness for a few moments.

Sammy said, “Christy! You are hot! Can I fuck you more often? Shit! And you…you work your dick well for a young guy! It’s been a month or so since I came that hard!”

I was speechless. Christy had a smile. She sat with her eyes closed. She said, “Damn…now I need a cigarette. Listen. This has to be a secret. I can’t let this get out.” She looked directly at Sammy as she said that. “I mean that. This HAS to be our secret. If Zeke finds out, he’ll flip the fuck out!”

Sammy retorted, “Fuck him! He’s out fucking any thing with two legs and a twat. You need attention, too! Where is he tonight? You know he’s not working…Besides, we’ve talked about this before. We just played out that fantasy!”

Christy smiled, “I know…it’s been almost a year since we did anything… this was fun. You’re right! I did need this. Do either of you want a smoke?”

Christy stood up, still naked, still gorgeous. She walked towards the back room. Her ass swayed as she moved.

Sammy looked at me. “Well, I didn’t know you had it in you. You are always quiet. I didn’t expect you to fuck her like that…not bad!”

I grinned. “Thanks…I really don’t know what I am doing. I was just trying really hard.”

Sammy grabbed my penis. She looked me in the eyes. “You can try hard again with me tomorrow. I get off at 5:00…”

Christy stepped back into the break room. She chimed in, “Make that Friday at 5:00!”