I [M] Just got my hair cut, and so much more, from the cute young hairdresser [F] at the local chain

The following is 100% true, and I’m still having a hard time believing my luck. I am a lawyer, [33m], permanently separated from my wife of 6 years, and I got out of court earlier than expected. I didn’t feel like heading into the office. I decided to work from home and stop for a much needed haircut on the way. I am not very picky about my hair, I just like it short and cleaned up. So instead of spending tons of money at a fancy high-end male salon, I go to the chain places for a $15 haircut. It ends up looking the same for what I want.

It was about 11am. I walk in just as a female customer in her 50’s in walking out. I won’t say which chain because I don’t want to get anyone in trouble. I was the only customer in there. The cute girl working alone greets me. I find out later she’s 25. She takes my phone number to check me in and awkwardly puts her hand out, saying “Hi, nice to see you again, I’m Kate,” and tells me to follow her. I get a nice glimpse of her thick ass in the yoga pants she’s wearing. But although I’ve been single for going on a year (a few one night stands here and there), I’m a firm believer that you shouldn’t hit on women while they’re working, because no matter what you say they’re supposed to smile and nod and it usually makes people uncomfortable. I was raised to be respectful. And at this point, I’m just happy that I’ll be able to get my hair cut quickly to get home in time to take a quick nap before a phone deposition I have to listen in on at 3pm.

As I sit down, she says “I love your cologne, what kind is it?” “Nothing fancy, Obsession from Calvin Klein.” “I’ll have to write that down. It’s really nice. I used to love buying my ex cologne.” We engage in more small talk. “Same as last time?” she asks after having looked at my notes in the computer. “Yup, nice and easy.” I’m not one for much small talk, but I always ask something stupid like, “has it been busy?” I switched it up this time… “looks like it’s pretty quiet today.” Grade A material. She sighed and smiled wide and said “tell me about it! The lady who just left was only the 2nd customer all day. We’ve been open since 9am. I’m almost glad that our other stylist called out, this day would move so slow otherwise.”

“What do you do when it’s slow like that?” I asked. She replied, “I’m the manager, so there’s plenty to do, but I’d rather be cutting hair and deal with all the business stuff at the end of the day. I’ve mostly just been playing on the phone, don’t tell anyone.” She smiles again and winks. Some girls can pull of the wink, others can’t. Kate definitely could.

Now, as a bit of an aside… Of course I’d much prefer someone running their hands through my hair be good-looking, but my haircuts are so quick it doesn’t really matter. I’m usually in and out of the chair in less than 10 minutes. As long as they do a good job and pay attention to detail, I’m satisfied and I typically leave a good tip ($10 or more on a $15 haircut, which I don’t think is a ton, but I guess makes you memorable in a place like this?)

This particular chain I usually go to sometimes has sexy girls working, but they can be hit or miss. I am convinced that half of all hairdressers are current or former strippers. But I much prefer the girl next door type to the stripper. Kate was girl next door, all the way. She’s cut my hair before, two or maybe three times, but usually when its busy so we didn’t talk much. She remembers me better than I remember her. She’s really cute, probably the sexiest girl who works there, and definitely top 2.

Kate looks innocent, but she also has a cute little ankle tattoo to show she had a rebellious streak. She’s wearing a low-cut V neck top, about as low as you can get away with while working at a family salon. She’s also totally my type – thick but not fat, as tall as me (5’10), a really cute smile, perfect teeth (never underestimate the teeth), silky brunette hair, and great skin. She smells really nice and carries herself well – confident but not bitchy. In fact, she’s the opposite. The only thing I really remembered about her (other than her looks) was how watching her interact with customers is a delight because she’s just so sweet to everyone. So, in other words, a total fantasy and ideal partner, but nothing I ever pursued because I’m not the type of guy who tries to pick up every attractive girl I meet. Plus, I assumed a girl like that was taken. Kate also gives a great haircut.

All that said… something about an empty salon makes a haircut that much more intimate. I think Kate likes it too. For a haircut that’s so simple, she is really taking her time. I try not to read too much into it, but the way she is stroking the back of my neck and brushing by my ears is really..sensual. I find myself hoping no one walks in because I’m enjoying myself, but I figure I’m not that lucky. I tell Kate, “I’m sure it will pick up soon, around lunch time?” “No, you would think that, but I’ve been working here almost 6 years and lunch time is always dead. It will start to pick up around 3 or 4 and then we’ll get slammed around 5. I have two stylists coming in at 2pm. If they call out, they’re fired,” she laughed. “So,” she transitions, “do you have any kids?” “Yeah, I have one daughter, she’s with me on the weekends. She’s 4 and she’s the best.” “Aww,” Kate responds, “I love kids.. I just have nieces and nephews. 4 is such a good age. Do you have any pictures?”

I reach into my pocket and grab my phone. I flip through my pictures, thinking to myself that if I was still with my wife, Kate would see a lot of bedroom shots — my wife and I used to take really raunchy pics and videos all the time so when I was out of town on business, we could both get off. Thankfully, all the pictures are clean – either pictures of my daughter, birds from my backyard, or screenshots I’ve taken. I scroll through, and show her 4 or 5 pictures of my adorable daughter. “Oh my God! She is perfect! Look at her smile, is she always that happy?” She goes on and on… “She looks just like you… and trust me that’s a good thing!” Another really wide smile, another wink. Combined with her sexiness and her rubbing her hands through my hair a little more than necessary, I’m really turned on now. Sometimes I miss obvious signals, but this one was loud and clear. I’m thinking, OK – maybe I’ll ask her out, but nothing too forward — I remember my rule about hitting on girls who are at work. By now, the haircut is done. We’re just talking. Flirting.

She’s so good at conversation, that she reads my mind and says “by the way, that’s really ballsy flipping through your pictures like that with a stranger. God knows I couldn’t do that.” I’m getting really hard. I pretend to scoff – “stranger? I’ve met you like 3 times! Anyway, why wouldn’t you do that?,” asking the question that I knew the answer to but needed to hear for myself as I start to squirm in my seat. She blushes again and pretends to hit me on the head … “you know why silly. Although, I broke up with my boyfriend like 5 months ago so there’s only been a few dirty ones since then.”

“Did you send them to your ex or someone else?” “No.. god no, I want nothing to do with that fucker. I sent them to this guy who I met at a concert, but then he got a girlfriend and ghosted me.” At this point, I feel like the luckiest guy in the world. I feel like we’re on a first date and if anyone walks in to get their haircut, I will do whatever it takes to get them to leave. I really like where this is going. “Well, if they ever get stale sitting on your phone, I can give you my number.” So much for nothing too forward. Weird pick-up line, but we had such chemistry, anything would have worked. She blushes more, leans over, making her juicy tits into earmuffs and whispers closely into my left ear… “sounds good to me.” At this point, we’re both blushing. There are undeniable fireworks and now, sexual tension. Kate says, “I already have your number, never underestimate the power of the computer. I get off at 9, are you around?” I laugh and say, “maybe we can get off at 9 together?”

She takes a deep breath, we are both beet-red because there’s no turning back — we MUST get into each others pants. 9pm seems like a decade away.

Kate sighs nervously, “OK. Since Stacy called out sick, the franchise has a rule that when there’s only one person working, we have to take at least a 1-hour break for lunch. I usually don’t because then we get complaints from customers, but I’m actually allowed to put up the sign saying we’ll be back in an hour. Plus, I’m the manager, who the hell’s gonna stop me?”

“I like the sound of this, Kate… where do you suppose we go?”

She starts towards the door, locks it, and puts up a sign with a picture of a clock on it that she’s adjusted to say the salon is closed until 12:30. “You’re staying right here. We have a break room I’ve always wanted to break in. Follow me!” She takes me by the hand and leads me to the back room. My dick is nearly ripping through the front of my pants.

There’s a lunch table, a microwave, and… a recliner! How could I be so lucky? She points to the recliner and says “Have a seat, honey. The haircuts on me, by the way.”

I reach into my wallet- “No way, Kate. You have to be paid for your services. It’s only fair.” I pull out the only thing in my wallet, a $50 bill. I fold it in half, pull her towards me by the waist of her pants, and gently rub it in between her big tits and slide it in.

“Oo la la. I always remembered you were a big spender. I was hoping you’d give me a big tip in some other way?”

I say, “Well, we have an hour. Let’s see what happens.” I pull her in and slide my tongue into her mouth. It’s the most sensual kiss I’ve had since the second date with my wife. I’m on pins and needles. I feel amazing. She moans. “I’ve never done this. Not at work. I’ve always wanted to. I guess today is our lucky day.” “Well, it’s my lucky day, I know that…”

Instead of taking her top all the way off, she lifts it up over her lace bra, but leaves it on. She pulls her bra down to reveal two perfectly proportioned, real, luscious tits. The ones with perfect pink puffy nipples. “I think you’ve earned this, mister.”

She gets down on her knees, rips off my belt, and unzippers my suit pants. “I love a man in a suit. I guess you could say its a weakness of mine.” “Oops, sorry I left my jacket in the car. I can model it for you later.”

She pulls out my rock hard cock. When I say rock hard, I genuinely mean that my cock has never been so stiff before. I really need to concentrate so I don’t bust all over her tits and face within a few seconds.

“Wow! This is the big tip I was looking for,” she says, keeping up the cheesy innuendo.

“I’m glad its up to your standards,” I said. She replies: “It just raised my standards, babe.” It’s taking everything in me not to cum.

Before I know it, she’s got her mouth wrapped around my cock, and she gives a blowjob like you wouldn’t believe. The rhythm, the eye contact, the hand movements, she even pokes a finger in my ass every once in a while. It’s amazing. Just as I’m about to blow, she takes her mouth away. “No, no, no. We can’t have that. Not before I take a ride.” She pulls herself up using my tie.

She slips her shoes off and turns around. She bends her ass down in front of me, and slowly tears down her yoga pants. Oh my god, I’m thinking. This is the girl of my dreams. I need to marry her…. She slowly reveals her thick ass and her pink pussy. If she fucks me, I’ll cum in five seconds. I need a break. I stand up, and push her forcefully into the chair. “Ooo! What are you doing? You need to be in me, like 10 seconds ago.”

“Not yet, baby. I still have to pay for my haircut.” I kiss her pussy, then I wrestle her clit with my tongue until I know I’m hitting the right spots. She’s moaning. I’m sure people outside could hear if they wanted to. I start to go back and forth between tongue-fucking her pussy and working circles around her clit with the tip of my tongue. Two or three minutes later, her pussy has soaked my face and, since I’m going home for the day after this, I’m excited that her scent will be on my face for the next few hours.

“Jesus christ. Why didn’t I break up with my boyfriend sooner? He never made me feel that way. Fuck! Put your cock in me now or I’ll take it.” “I thought you wanted to ride me?” I love getting fucked in a chair with tits in my face.

“You’re right. Let’s switch.” We switch positions and she squats her soaking wet pussy onto my cock, bareback. She hugs me and shakes her tits all over my face. I’m biting her nipples playfully as I take deep breaths taking in her perfume. Not a minute could have gone by before I’m ready to bust. “I’m gonna cum.” “OK, let’s cum together.” I pick her up by her waist and start to slam her pussy down on my cock to get in her deeper and push against her G-spot.” She is moaning – “just like that, just like that!” A few seconds later, she starts screaming, and I let out a loud primative groan as I cum in her pussy.

She slides her pussy off of me and she’s beaming. We start making out again for another 2 or 3 minutes. There’s cum all over the leather recliner, but it will be easy to clean up. We’re only 20 minutes into her hour lunch break, but she’s gonna need the rest of the 40 minutes to not look so… freshly fucked.

She wipes the cum off her pussy and the recliner, and hands me a wet wipe to wipe down my cock. As she puts herself back together, we each can’t help but to keep spontaneously uttering “wow” and “oh my God!” She takes my hand to lead me back to the chair where I got my haircut. “You can stay here for a little, you just can’t be in the back if any customers come in. It would be too obvious.” I replied: “Kate.. with all due respect, I think you should maybe drink some water, wipe a cold rag on your face, it’s already pretty obvious.” I don’t mention that the whole place smells like her delicious sweet pussy.

“I guess that’s true.” She sighs again, “Holy fucking shit. I’ve never let a guy cum in me before.”

“Yeah, well I’ve never cum in someone I just fucked for the first time either.”

“It’s OK, I’m on birth control. Oh my god. You are amazing. Can we please just… be lovers or something?”

“I think we’re already lovers. Give me your number. I’ll take you out to dinner tonight after you get done work.”

And that’s how I met my new girlfriend.

The haircut was good too.

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