Fucking the cute hair stylist in her shop [M][F] [long]

I strongly recommend reading [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8dfyx3/fingering_the_hair_stylist_in_my_lap_mf_long/) first. For those of you new, I was lucky enough to be seduced by a cute Asian hairdresser while she trimmed my hair. Her name was Grace, and she was fairly short with long flowing black hair, a relatively petite frame, C cup breasts, and an incredible round ass. I fingered her in my lap in the middle of the barber shop on a late evening with nobody around, until she came for me. We promised to rendezvous later that night, since we had to return to our jobs. Here’s the continuation of that.

After a feeble attempt at washing Grace’s orgasm from my hands, I looked at myself in the mirror and wondered how I was going to explain my appearance to my coworker. “Didn’t you go for a hair cut?” *Yea, I went for a hair cut.* “Why does it look like you got hit by a truck?” *Good question.* Hair disheveled? Check. Shave only three quarters done? Check. Wet spot on my pant leg? Check. Dress shirt wrinkled? Check. *Looks like I’m about ready to make the rest of my wage tonight with a change bucket on the street corner*, I thought to myself.

There was nothing for it. I grabbed some damp paper towel with a bit of soap and tried to rub out the spot on my trousers, and only succeeded in making her damp cum stain look like an extra frothy even damper cum stain that smelled like soap. *Brilliantly done.* A very acrobatic and much more intelligent few moments with the blow dryer later, I was as good to go as I was going to get. A quick stop by the drug store for a box of Skyn: Large and a dodged conversation with my coworker later, I was in my work’s break room concealing the condoms in my locker.

The next hour and a half was torturous. I alternated between thinking about the incredible sight of Grace’s firm and round bubble butt bouncing, flexing, and bucking on top of my hand as she orgasmed, her suppressed moans filling the air, and then brainstorming about how to disguise the subsequent thick erection from my coworker. I don’t think she noticed, despite me spending a lot more time than usual standing awkwardly close to waist high counters. But it was hard to be certain since she tended to pick random moments to be extremely flirtatious before, during, and after that night.

At last 9 o’clock came. We closed the store. In my mind, Grace was bouncing reverse cowgirl on me in the chair I had fingered her in. 9:05, counting money. Grace was bobbing her head on my cock, piercing me with her beautiful hazel eyes as she swallowed it deep. 9:10, preparing the bank package. Grace was pinned under me, legs wrapped around my hips, taking every inch of me inside her while she dug her nails into my back. 9:15, walking to the bank while striding in front of my coworker to disguise the firepole in my pants, some clever manoeuvres with my umbrella assisting in the deception. Grace was screaming my name as we came simultaneously, my hot cum filling her up as she squirmed and squeezed me tight, her body shuddering against mine.

We arrived at the bank and deposited the envelope. A hasty-but-hopefully-not-suspicious goodbye to my coworker later, and I was free. Olympic length strides brought me back to the store. I unlocked the gate, grabbed the condoms from my locker, closed up again, and walk-sprinted to the shipping hall behind the barber shop Grace told me to meet her in. My cock was twitching with anticipation after 2 hours of dwelling on the experience without release. *I hope I don’t fucking cum in my pants before I get there.* I needed her. I needed to make her cum again. I needed to make her scream. I needed to feel that impossible tightness she’d exhibited on my fingers earlier wrapped around my manhood, making me fill her up with my hot cum.

In the midst of these thoughts, I rounded the final corner of the narrow, dimly lit hall and saw her only a couple steps from me. She was leaning against the wall beside the back entrance to the barber shop, looking down at her phone again, her knee bent up and foot placed on the brick behind her. Very casual. She looked up towards me, and the smile of anticipation that broke across her face nearly finished me right there. Leaving my umbrella against the wall, I placed my arms around her waist and pulled her close, squishing her breasts against me and giving me a perfect view of her cleavage down her V cut shirt.

“Where to?” I asked, as my hands traveled down her lower back to squeeze the voluptuous round ass accenting her petite frame. “Right behind me.” she replied, with another giggle. She seemed to like doing that. One hand reached for the door handle to her left, while the other expertly slipped past my waistband to firmly grasp my cock. She gasped and sighed as her fingers struggled to surround it. Her eyes widened as her hand went down one inch, and then another, and then quite a few more before finally gently caressing the head. The look of lust and longing in her eyes told me everything I needed to know about her thoughts; no words required. Her hand retreated from my pants to grab one of my own hands as she turned around. It took all my willpower to stop myself from just grabbing her ass and bending her over right there, chances of getting caught be damned. Instead, I let her pull me through the door.

We stepped into a dingy storage room typical of most retail spaces. Ceiling high shelves full of cardboard boxes and hair product, a small separate washroom, a few lockers, and a rickety desk/chair combo with a computer on top. The only other notable feature was an 8 foot long or so sofa, conspicuously free of the hair product detritus littering the rest of the room. “I closed early.” Grace said as she turned to the couch, then looked at me and giggled again. “The couch is comf-” I interrupted her with a kiss. I thought of what she might have been doing with the store closed early, and I couldn’t wait another moment. I could envision her on the couch, legs spread as she fingered herself alone to thoughts of my upcoming visit. I had to have her. Her surprise gave way to her own desire, and her arms came around my back, grabbing me as she opened her mouth and reciprocated my kiss with her tongue. She moved one hand up to touch and fondle my hair that had ignited this inferno between us.

She pulled her face away. “You have condoms?” she whispered to me. “Yea.” I produced a few from my back pocket and tossed them on the couch. “You want to fuck me.” I couldn’t tell if it was a statement or a question. I didn’t answer her verbally, instead I gently pushed her down onto the couch. I could see her chest rising and falling with every breath as she sat there, her eyes fixed firmly on the bulge in my pants. A shy smile spread across her face as she bit her lower lip and looked up at me. She lifted her hips and hooked her thumbs into the back of her tight yoga pants, slowly pulling them down over her round ass the same way I had done earlier. A few smooth movements from my hands had my belt clattering to the floor, and my button and zipper undone. She lifted her legs to pull her own pants off her ankles, giving me a glimpse of the warmth between her legs. Her small and puffy straight pink lips had a little round gap at the bottom that looked perfectly made to swallow my cock whole. Visible wetness dripped from her opening down her cheeks, and I could see remnants of the mess in her pants that I’d made with my fingers earlier. She’d clearly been “preparing” herself while waiting. With her pants now off, her smooth legs came back down, revealing a small triangle of hair pointing towards her clit. Her legs stayed closed, and the shy smile didn’t leave her face.

My own pants and briefs hit the ground at the same moment hers did, with my shirt following it shortly afterwards. My straight 8 inch cock was pointed directly at her, the large head swollen with desire for her, and the tip wet with precum. I reached for a condom and rolled it over myself. Grace’s breathing was even faster now, and one of her hands slowly found its way between her legs and began to make circular motions. Neither of us felt compelled to say anything, as our eyes did most of the talking. I leaned forward and down. My hands caressed and squeezed her breasts, before slipping down her body to sit between the couch and her ass, gripping her firmly. “I’ve been thinking about you since I left.” I said. “I see that.” she responded breathily.

(Continued in comments)

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