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 Archive name: hairdrsr.txt (mf,cheat)
 Authors name: Les Brian
 Story title : Hairdresser

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 Copyright (c) 1998 Les Brian -- Please do not remove
 the author information from this file and make no
 changes to my story. Otherwise, enjoy.
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 HAIRDRESSER
 by Les Brian

 I've been going to the same hairdresser for about
 three years. Carol is blond, in her late 20s and has
 a daughter who's three. Her husband and she split up
 a couple of years back, and I've heard about a string
 of boyfriends, none of whom lasted although none of
 them sounded particularly bad. I've always liked her
 and when she left her old place to open a new shop
 with another hairdresser last year, I followed her.

 She and I are friends. I was always hot for her, but
 I never did anything about it. For one reason, she
 also cuts my wife's hair. For another, a good hair-
 dresser is hard to replace.

 Because I work for myself, my time isn't as rigid as
 some.  Carol tends to fit me into slots that otherwise
 would be hard to fill. So I wasn't surprised when she
 asked me if she could move my appointment ahead a
 couple of days, to 5:30 that day. I left a note for
 my wife and kept the appointment.

 It was a hot day in mid summer, and I was wearing a
 tee shirt and shorts. I'm in my early 30's, about 20
 pounds heavier than I was in college, and still have
 my hair. Carol's receptionist said hi and had me sit
 in the waiting area. I picked up one of those European
 hair magazines hairdressers always seem to have lying
 around.

 "Hi."

 I looked up. Carol was standing in the doorway to the
 salon. She had on a thin cotton dress that looked to
 be lowcut, but she had an apron on over it. Her blond
 hair was straight at the moment, with half bangs.

                         -=*=-

 "How have you been?" she asked, while she was washing
 my hair. She always washed it twice, running her hands
 through it and rubbing my scalp firmly. For some
 reason, it always gave me a hard on. Fortunately, she
 always had an apron on me as well. With this heat and
 my shorts, it was a lot more noticeable.

 "How have I been? The usual. Clients who want to pay
 tomorrow for projects that were due today. How about
 you?"

 "Well, Jimmy and I broke up." Jimmy was the latest
 boyfriend; she'd had him for a couple of months. She
 leaned over and I could feel her stomach pressing
 against my arm.

 "Sorry to hear it."

 "I'm not. He's ok, you know, but boring. I mean, I
 don't need to party every night, but I want a little
 life, you know, not just someone to watch TV with."

 "I know. Roz's promotion was a good one, but she's
 working all the time now." It was true. Roz, my wife,
 was a project manager with a local consulting firm.
 It wasn't fast track, but there was a good chunk of
 profit sharing waiting at the end of five years. We
 both agreed that the hours were worth it, but it
 seemed like I hadn't been laid in weeks.

 "...been laid in weeks," Carol said.

 "What?" I asked. She couldn't have said....

 Carol smiled. She had a great smile. With the bangs,
 she reminded me of my older brother's girlfriends
 when I was in junior high school. She leaned forward
 to brush my hair and her apron fell away. I couldn't
 resist, so I took a look. Nice long breasts. No bra.
 I could just imagine coming on them.

 "So how's it look?" she said, stepping back.

 I straightened up, ears red and looked at the haircut
 in the mirror. Carol and I long ago agreed that I
 liked it short and couldn't have purple hair because
 of my clients, but the rest was up to her. "It looks
 great," I said. "Like it always does."

 "You spoil me." She smiled. "There's just one more
 spot," she said, stepping in front of me. She reached
 over with her scissors and her mound pressed against
 my hand on the armrest. I kept it there both because
 I liked it and to avoid drawing her attention to it.
 After all, it was an accident, right?

 She patted my hair. "You're fine." She rubbed some
 mousse on her hands and started to rub it in.

 "I'm leaving, Carol," said her receptionist. "Can you
 lock up?"

 "Sure," she said. "Lock the door, will you, and I'll
 let Sam out."

 She combed my hair until we heard the lock snap.

 "So, do think I'm getting old?" she asked.

 "No way."

 "Jimmy thought so. He kept screwing around with some
 college girl. Someone who was 20." 

 "I'd be the last person to think it. You're looking
 great."

 She leaned forward and her breast pressed against my
 face. 

 I smiled.

 "What?" she asked.

 "I like the feel," I said, trying to sound like I was
 joking.

 "There's more," she said. I looked at her in the
 mirror. She looked back at me. "It's been weeks, Sam,"
 she said. "I'm not looking to break anything up. I
 just want to, well, you know."

 "I do. What happens though? Do I have to get another
 hairdresser?"

 "Sam, it's hot. It's so hot that maybe this is all a
 dream. A nice dream for you. A nice one for me." She
 put her hands on my shoulders and swung the chair
 slightly.

 "If it's a wet one, I hope I don't wake up before I
 come."

 She laughed and untied her apron. Then she reached
 back and untied mine. Her eyes went to my dick. "Dream
 on," she said and unzipped my zipper.

 I arched slightly to let her pull my pants and under-
 ware off. She unhooked the straps of her dress and it
 fell to her waist. Her breasts were long and the nip-
 ples were large and hard. I reached out my hand to
 touch one and she moaned slightly.

 She pulled off her panties and, raising her dress,
 slid her pussy on my leg. She reached to touch my
 cock and rub the pearl of moisture that had formed
 on it.

 "I don't have any rubbers and anyway, if you don't
 go inside me than it's just heavy petting, right?"

 "Can't argue with your logic." I reached out and slid
 my hands on her crack. It was slick and the hair was
 moist. She rocked slightly on it and grabbed my dick.
 I slid my finger back and forth, back and forth. Her
 clit was hard enough to feel, so I slid my finger on
 it. She closed her eyes, beads of sweat on her lip,
 her breasts, her forehead. Her hair smelled sweet and
 as she swung her head, it struck my face softly.

 "Oh, yes, harder," she whispered. She braced her hands
 on the arms of the chair, her forehead resting on my
 shoulder. I reached out to touch one nipple, and held
 it between my fingers. She let out a breath in a long,
 hot sigh.

 "Lie down," she said. "I want to taste you in my
 mouth."

 I spread some aprons on the floor and ripped off my
 shirt. I lay on my back and she immediately straddled
 my face. I licked her, sliding my tongue in and out
 of her hole. It smelled sweet, like her hair, and
 tasted salty.

 She grabbed my cock and began rubbing it with her
 hands. Little beads of semen kept gathering at the
 hole and she daintily licked each one off. She circled
 my cock with her lips, stopping at the head. My tongue
 was sliding around her clit with a wild mind of its
 own.

 She sucked on the head of my dick, her tongue licking
 it while it was inside her mouth. With her hands, she
 kept stroking the length of my dick, now slick with
 her saliva. She started to shake, moaning deeply.

 "Yes," she whispered, "make me come now."

 I slid my tongue back and forth over her clit. With
 my hands, I pushed her hips at my face. Juice kept
 running down my chin and the air was hot and humid
 around me. Her pussy smelled slightly perfumed and
 salty, sweaty, and slick. I jabbed my tongue in and
 out of her pussy, then whipped her clit from side to
 side. 

 Carol stiffened for a second than began to buck. Her
 pussy ground into my face again and again. She took
 my cock in her mouth and sucked and sucked it, but
 then she couldn't breathe and let it go. Her pussy
 ground up and down on my face. Her spasms finally
 subsided and she put her head on my thighs, her hair
 spilling on my stomach and legs.

 "Oh Sam," she said, "you're so sweet." She blew gently
 on my dick. "He's still hot, don'tcha know." She
 started licking it.

 "Wait," I said. "I want to come on your breasts. In
 the chair."

 "You men. I bet you think about that every time I cut
 your hair." I smiled and reddened.

 "Well get up," she said, rolling off me. In a second,
 we were in place. She crouched on me, her pussy wet
 on my ankles. She smiled at me, both hands grabbing
 my dick. "Like this?" she asked.

 "Exactly."

 She leaned forward and slid her mouth around my cock.
 Slowly, she slid it in her mouth until I felt the tip
 touch the back of her throat. Just as slowly, she slid
 it out. "Ooh," she said, "I like the taste of your
 come."

 She began to stroke it with her hands, keeping the
 head in her mouth. She sucked on it and licked the
 tip. One hand reached to touch my balls. Around and
 around the tip of my cock, sliding across the head,
 she ran her tongue. My cock felt rock hard and I felt
 like I was almost coming without actually having to
 come.

 Carol shoved it in her mouth again and again, licking
 the sides with each thrust. "It's wet enough," she
 said, then leaned forward. She wrapped her breasts
 around my cock, holding them in place with her hands.
 She rubbed her furry pussy on my leg. The touch of her
 breasts was soft and erotic, slippery and warm. She
 rubbed up and down up and down, licking the tip with
 her outstretched tongue on the upstroke. 

 "Come," she whispered, "Come on my tits. Come on my
 face."

 It was all I needed. "Faster," I whispered. She rubbed
 faster and faster, squeezing my cock between her
 breasts. She jammed her mouth on the head, sucking and
 licking. I felt a familiar tightening in my balls and,
 like she felt it, she opened her mouth and rubbed her
 breasts faster and faster. Her hair, wet with sweat,
 little come drops, and her pussy juice from my mouth,
 stuck to her face, her breasts, my cock, my legs.

 "I'm going to," I said, "I'm going to..." Almost like
 molasses, I could feel the come begin to rise.

 "Come," she whispered, "please come. Please come. Come
 on my face."

 My cock erupted. The first spurt hit her lips and fal-
 ling, spattered on her breasts. She kept rubbing and
 a second, third spurt shot out, dripping off her chin
 and falling on her breasts. I tried to look, but my
 eyes actually crossed and I had to close them. She
 rubbed until the throbbing ceased. Then, stiffly, she
 stood up, shaking her legs. Come was still dripping
 off her chin and rolling down one nipple and between
 her breasts.

 "Thank you, Sam," she said. "That was very sweet."
 
 "Jimmy doesn't know what he's missing," I said.

 "Yes he does. The fucker."

 We both laughed. She handed me a towel and we cleaned
 up. Then, all professional again, she took my check
 for the haircut and scheduled my next appointment. I
 bent to kiss her, but she put her finger to her lips.

 "Hot day," she said. "Hot and dreamy." 

 "Hope it stays that way." She smiled and let me out.
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