I was on time for my scheduled haircut, but Sharon, my stylist of 3 years, was not. “I’m sorry, this color is taking more time than I thought. Reina doesn’t have any Clients right now – why don’t you see her. I’d rather you not wait around, and because of the inconvenience, this one is on the house.” I had only seen Reina around the shop, but I’d never gotten a cut from her.
“Does she cut as well as you do?”
“Yep, you can trust her.”
Reina was attractive. Vietnamese, 5’2″ and 110 lbs. She was busty and made sure the twins were emphasized, with an overall appearance that screamed “ABG.”
Sharon shouted to the back of the shop, “Reina! Can you come to the front?” Moments later, Reina appeared. “This is Jay. I’m running over, so do you mind cutting his hair?” I shook her hand with a firm grasp and introduced myself. She smirked, and said, “I know who you are – you’re Sharon’s Client, right? I’ve seen you here before.”
There was definite tension and I could sense mutual chemistry. During the cut, we had friendly, neutral conversation. “What else do you have planned for the day?” she asked.
“After this, I’m gonna head home and change my oil. Nothing exciting…”
“Oh, really? You know how to do that? I have to pay a shop to change mine, and it’s like $50.”
Her technique was as good as Sharon’s, and I’d made the mental note that I’d see her again as a backup if Sharon wasn’t available. I decided to add some playfulness to the conversation, “$50!? that is pricey. I could change your oil for half that. Are you interested in doing a trade? I change your oil in exchange for a haircut?”
“I’d totally do that, and I’m actually due for a change in the next few months!”
We exchanged numbers and planned out the logistics. She’d bring her car over to my place, and after the oil change was done, she’d cut my hair in my condo. I was in my garage moving some things around when she pulled up. I directed her inside, got the car set up, and offered her a chair. During the oil change, I noticed her eyeing my every move. “I think it’s hot when guys wrench on cars and get their hands dirty…” I was wearing an old white T shirt, and had a few grease marks on my forearms from the work.
“Oh? Why is that?”
“Hard to explain…I think it’s something to do with being good with their hands. Fitted white T shirts help, too.”
If there was any question of sexual tension between us, it was fully apparent at that point. After the cut, she asked what else I might be able to offer in exchange for future work. I had an ex that was a CMT, and she taught me some basics. I blurted out, “Well, I do massages.”
“Done! My back has been sore from being on my feet at work, so let’s do it. Besides, you get cuts every 3 weeks, and I won’t need another oil change for months. But, I’m going on vacation and will be out for a month, so when I get back, k?”
She returned from her vacation and I received a text, “Hey, I’m back from my trip, and I could use that massage. How’s your hair?”
I was overdue and we set it up. Same idea as the oil change, except this time, I’d get the haircut first and then she’d get the massage. She finished up my hair and I directed her to my bed. I lit some candles and put on the spa channel on Pandora. She stripped down to her bra and panties, and laid face down. For the next hour, I mustered every memory I could from the times my ex tried to show me new massage techniques. It worked, as she dozed off a few times.
I was wrapping up, and she whispered, “It’s kinda hot in here. Are you hot?” She was on her back at this point and grabbed at my shirt. I peeled it off and said, “how’s that?”
“Much better.”
From there, the pace quickened as we both knew, in unspoken agreement, what lay ahead. She frantically unclasped her bra, pulled down my shorts and took me into her mouth. She was laying parallel to the edge of the bed, and I continued standing, as the mattress was an ideal height. I groaned in acknowledgment and pleasure, and became hard almost immediately. I reached down and stroked her thigh, then slowly traced my fingers outside her panties and between her legs. She opened her legs further for me. Her panties were soaked, and I lightly circled her clit through the thin fabric. In her aroused state, it was easy to find. “Fuck!” she yelled, as she bobbed back down on my cock. Still standing, I pulled her panties to the side and continued playing with her clit while teasing her slit at the same time. She stopped, leaned back and pulled her panties off. I grabbed her hips, pulled her to the edge of the bed, and kneeled down. She pulled her knees back to her chest, exposing herself to me. I grabbed her hips, pulled her closer, and lapped her juices up as my tongue explored every fold of her. She tasted sweet with a hint of bitterness. My middle finger found her G spot and I applied pressure, while my tongue matched the rhythm on her clit that she needed. “Oh my god, you keep doing that and I’m going to cum!”
“I want you to cum all over my face!” I managed, and went back to work. We all know that when a woman tells you that, you don’t change anything under any circumstance. She tensed up and went silent for 10 seconds, and then let out a scream. My entire face was glazed with her juices. I kissed the inside of her thighs and gave her a moment. I was still hard, and stood up, my cock brushing against her pussy. I placed the length of the shaft against her pussy and slowly slid up and down, between her lips. “Quit teasing me, put a condom on and fuck me.”
I didn’t have one, which I still regret to this day. We somehow behaved and mutually agreed to play it safe. I laid down on the bed next to her and pulled her on top of me into 69. She took me into her mouth again. “Are you still sensitive?, I asked. “No, I’m good. I want your tongue again.” I went back to work again, tasting every inch of her while she throated me. “My turn” she said, and started stroking me with one hand while sucking on the head. I pulled my face away from her. “Oh shit, that feels good!” She didn’t ease up, and moments later, I exploded in her mouth. I pulsed 5-6 times as she continued sucking and stroking to make sure i was done. She got up, made eye contact, and swallowed with a visible gulp. She collapsed on the bed next to me and whispered, “So, same deal in 3 weeks?”
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How you two managed to behave after rubbing yourself up and down her lips without a condom amazes me. I was in the same position with a vietnamese babe, and she tilted her hips to line me up with her and I could not resist.