Hooking up with my (M28) Hot Hairdresser (F34) [MF]

Alex, the hair stylist, was recommended to me by my mom. The recommendation was just for a haircut and not for some of the most wild sex I’ve ever had. The original guy who used to cut my hair had moved and I was in need of a new stylist, my mom told me about this woman Alex. “She’s kind of crazy, but gives a great haircut.” That’s the only recommendation I needed and I scheduled my first appointment.

My mom was right, she was a great stylist and I saw what she meant when she said she was crazy. Alex would openly talk about how hard she partied, the drinking and drug use, and crazy hookup stories her friends had told her. It made the haircut hysterical for me. What really made the haircut enjoyable though was how attractive Alex was. She was incredibly fucking hot. So hot in fact that, even though she’s not my “dream” type, she had me reconsidering everything I had ever though about attractiveness before. Alex was tiny, like 5’2” tops, with a still curvy body that can only be described as busty and petite. She had dirty bottled blonde hair that she would style in sexy and different ways each time I saw her, with light green eyes, pouty lips, and well applied makeup. She was older than I usually go for, and her skin was a bit worn from her days of partying and drinking, but she knew how to make herself look good.

Alex was also a big flirt, which is common in my experience for woman who work for tips, so nothing out of the ordinary there. I’m a decent flirt myself and I think she enjoyed flirting with me more than the 65 year old overweight men she saw so often in her chair. After a few months of repeated appointments, Alex would often complain about her boss and how the majority of the money I paid the salon for this haircut went to her boss instead of her. She then told me about clients she saw outside of work, and I told her that worked for me. After that haircut, away from her boss’ eye, she subtly gave me her card and cell phone number, and then told me, “Every time you get out of this chair I totally forget how tall you are…” I’m 6’3 with a broad athletic build. We smiled at each other and I wanted to ask her out right there.

I thought about texting her for a date the next few weeks, especially after her last comment, but thought it would be inappropriate. In my experience, woman will let you know if they want you to hit on them at their place of work and most of them don’t so I usually avoid that. However, when it came time for my next haircut I texted her to set up a time. She offered to come to my place or offered me her address. I took her up on her place, and she scheduled to see me at 8:00p after she got off her shift. I knew then, if she was into me I’d find out that night.

I knocked on her door a couple minutes early and she invited me in and offered me some water. I followed her down the hall and watched as her full perky ass swayed in the tight black tights she was wearing. She also had on a black loose fitting top that feel off one of her shoulders and sexy dark heels. She washed my hair in her sink (which was a little weird) and then sat me down in a chair in her kitchen to cut my hair. I was excited to be in her place and damn did she look good, but the one negative was that I didn’t have a mirror in front of me to watch her body move as she cut my hair. I missed that and stole glances the few times I could as we continued with our flirtatious banter. At one point towards the end of the cut there was a lot of my hair on her, on me, and on the floor. She took a blowdryer to get it off of us. When she put the blowdryer to herself it pushed the loose top into her body and it really highlighted her tight curvy physique. I thought her tits might be fake for how big they were on such a tiny body. Then after she cleaned herself off she got a vacuum to clean the floor up around us. When she leaned over in front of me to get hair near my feet she put her tiny hand on my knee to get a better angle and made a joke about being unprofessional. I told her, “Do what you got to do.”

She finished vacuuming, cleaned up my side burns, and neck and then told me she was all done. It was another good haircut, but I was more focused on what I felt was a sexual tension as I sat with her alone in her place. I stood up from the chair, in front of her and asked, what I owed her as I took out my money clip. She stood close in front of me, looked up at me and ignored my question. “God, Brian you’re so big.” I stopped looking at the cash in my hand and met her eyes and confidently told her, “Yeah I am…”

There was an intense three seconds before my money clip was on the ground and the hands that were holding the clip were now gripping each of her ass cheeks, lifting her, as she wrapped her legs around me and our tongues were intertwined. In the passionate kiss, I turned around, knocking the chair I was just sitting in over and pinning her up against the doorframe. Her body was so tiny it was easy to hold her up against the wall, but I wanted to get her naked so I carried her over and placed her on the kitchen counter and we stripped off each other’s shirts quickly, breathing heavily and laughing as we knocked over a glass cup to the ground behind us. I unhooked her sexy strapless black bra and released her huge perky tits. I took both my hands pushed them together and my mouth went to her nipples, no longer doubting that her tits were real. At the same time she reached down and started violently unhooking my belt and jeans. I sucked on her nipples as I kicked my shoes and jeans off me, my cock pressing hard against her through my briefs. My mouth left tits and moved to her collarbone which I bit. She yelped in pleasure at my teeth on her and I knew she wanted more. I returned to kissing her and she bit my bottom lip paying me back for the pleasure I had just given her.

As we continued to make out her nails dug into my back as she pulled me into her. She reached down and her tiny hands took my cock out from my briefs pulling the briefs down as far as she could as she sat on the kitchen counter. I knew when she felt my cock that’s what she wanted most so I took her down from the counter turned her around and began to strip her tights off her ass and legs. Then I saw the tiniest gray thong swallowed by her bubble butt ass. I remember thinking no one in their 30s should have a body this perfect. I nearly tore that thong off her as she she looked back at me bending over the kitchen counter. She told me to slap her ass, and I did, hard, before asking her if I should get a condom. She said she was on the pill and I didn’t need another answer.

As she leaned into her counter, assuming a position I had thought of her in every time I got a haircut, I realized that with our size difference and the height of the counter, that I wasn’t going to be able to fuck her that way. Her ass was angled to far down and I would probably need to squat like a catcher to fuck her properly. I pulled her away, from the counter and she said, “No, I want you to fuck me from behind.” I teased her with her own words, “I’m too big, grab the chair instead” I picked up the chair she had me seated in a few minutes earlier and she leaned over that instead. She saw my eyes focused on her ass as she teased me with it and I slapped it again, before she reached back grabbed my cock and put the tip at her slit. My hands went to her waist as I begin stretching out her pussy with my rock hard cock. Alex let out an extremely loud and extremely sexy “Oh Yeah…” as I began to push deeper inside her. Her juices soaked my shaft as I started sliding in and out of her. My eyes were locked on that ass of hers bouncing against my body and my ears were lost in different moans of happiness and demands to slap her ass and pull her hair. When I did pull her hair she would follow it up by looking back at me and telling me to look at her, she would then tell me how “You’re fucking me so good…” The last time she said it, she kept her eyes on me until she told me she was going to cum and I felt it as her pussy gripped the sides of my shaft. Her eyes that were locked on mine now closed as she moaned again.

I was still hard but she looked satisfied as she came down from her orgasm. I was still slowly thrusting inside her, but thought she might be done. I started to pull out before I heard her sexiest words of the night, “No, don’t pull out.” I slapped her ass again which almost gave her a second wind and she gave me another instruction. “don’t move.” She stuck her ass up higher again and begin to twerk herself into me. Her ass bouncing on my cock as I stood and did my best not to move. It felt almost like a nice blowjob as her ass shook below me and I heard her sexy mouth asking me, “You like that baby, you like how my pussy takes your dick and how my ass bounces?” All I could do was grunt yes and my legs began to shake from the sensation. I was really panting now and I didn’t have to tell her before she asked, “Are you going to cum for me baby…. Where do you want to cum? In my pussy, on my back…. on my face?” Her body didn’t stop bouncing back into me as she asked me, and as I write this story I wish I would have said on her face, but I couldn’t control myself as I gripped her hips again and started slamming into her and releasing myself inside her pussy. As I did, she started cumming again and she took every ounce of cum that was inside me.

After I composed myself and grew soft inside her I pulled out and was glad I didn’t cum on her face. Her standing there completely naked in the light of her kitchen was a perfect view. She looked so sexy and still done up like a woman ready to break some hearts at the local bar or club. I told her that was unexpected and amazing, and then pulled her in for another kiss, loving her naked body pressed into mine.

I stayed over that night and we went for round 2 in her bedroom after cleaning up the mess we made. She was sexual cocaine and I couldn’t stop myself from going back for more even if I wanted. It was a little awkward leaving so early in the morning for work and having to pay her for my haircut, but for the next year or so I didn’t have to pay for another haircut. Because as Alex put it, “I wouldn’t feel comfortable taking payment from the guy I’m fucking.”

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