The Hair Spa guy gave me a semi-massage infront of everyone. [MF]

He[36-38M] was always a smooth talker but the best at his job. And his neck and shoulder massages were to die for. I[22F] discovered him completely by chance and have been going to him for a hair spa for almost half a decade now. Ofcourse, at a hair salon.

After asking me to change into a flimsy salon gown with straps and a deep neck, I realised it was too big for me. I asked him for a smaller one but he said that was the only size left at the moment. It was a busy day for them. Afterall, it was a Sunday morning. I didn’t think much about it and stripped down to my panties. I remembered my bra getting drenched the last time as my hair was being washed and didn’t want a repeat of the same. So, I took my bra off too. This gown was so loose and so big for me, I literally had to keep pulling it up so as to not expose my nipples. But I soon had the towel wrapped around my shoulders, so I knew I was safe. Or so I thought.

He arched me back onto the sink as I sat on a chair infront of it to wash my hair.. the cold water bringing my senses to attention just as I was starting to doze off. It felt good. I’d had a long, hard semester at school and it felt good to recharge with a hair spa. I was really looking forward to that neck massage.
I felt the cold water trickling down my back having escaped inside my gown.. I think I might have let out a sigh, or a moan? I suddenly became aware of my hard as rock nipples thanks to the AC turned on so high, even though I had a towel covering my chest.

I was soon walked off to a room with a row of chairs, which were all occupied by both male n female clients, some getting a haircut or a hair spa just like me. Skipping the details of what goes on in a hair spa, let me get to the amazing head massage I was getting from this godsend of a guy I thankfully had managed to unearth. His fingers were magic, making their way from the back of my scalp right from the roots of my hair to the front, bunching my long black hair into a mess but it felt just so good. My nipples, coupled with the strong AC currents and these beautiful sensations in my scalp n neck, refused to relax. They were aching so badly. But I lay there, just letting out a moan or two intermittently!

He moved onto the steamer next which is this huge helmet like thing connected to a machine that is placed over your head and you have to stay in place without moving much for the 15-20mins that it’s there.

As I sat there, motionless, he began to massage my shoulders and moved onto my hands. He was slow and gentle to begin with but soon, he got pretty aggressive. Like he always did. The pressure now being applied to my shoulder blades and hands hurt a bit, but just that bot which also felt immensely good a second later. He knew what he was doing, or so he always said. During all this time I still had a huge towel wrapped around my chest which fell onto my stomach. Now, he took the towel off and placed it gently over my upper body, no longer wrapped around, just lying on top of me freeing my hands. I think he saw.. my rock hard nipples, poking through that flimsy material I was wearing. He stopped for a second but said nothing. Soon enough, I could feel his hands rubbing my shoulders, with increased pressure which caused the straps of my gown to fall the side. Now, I’m quite busty, 34DD.. and so with the towel placed so superficially over me, it started to slip, and my ample cleavage and side boobs were on display in all it’s glory. I tried to cover up.. but he held me back by my shoulders saying, ” Please don’t move. The steamer will stop working then. Let me adjust it for you.” But he did nothing. He continued massaging my chest with both hands now, just above the cleavage line of the dress. I was wary of people watching, but everyone was in some sort of undress, and no one was really looking. So, I relaxed back into my chair again and closed my eyes.
I jolted back to reality when I felt his hands slip under my gown, gently rolling the palm of both his hands over my hard as fuck big brown nipples. I looked down in panic and noticed that it hardly looked like anything was wrong, my gown was still in place along with the towel but it was so big that it fit both his hands inside the gown comfortably. I wanted to ask him to stop, this can’t be normal, can it? Doubts started to creep in.. I didn’t really wanna create a scene here, I’d been coming here since ages, and.. and also it felt so good. I clutched hard onto the handles on either side of me as I could feel him deftly roll my nipples between his index finger n thumb. I looked into the mirror infront of me. Our eyes met.. he had a completely calm, professional demeanor as he pinched and twisted my nipples infront of practically everyone else in the salon while I could do nothing about it. Well, not much anyway!!

Needless to say, the whole situation turned me on like crazy. I suddenly became aware of my damp panties.. the only piece of clothing under this godforsaken gown. I bit my lower lip to stifle a moan, my pussy craving for a touch, a flick, a big hard cock.
I sat there in the midst of atleast 6 other clients and their hair dressers, in broad daylight on a Sunday morning, my pussy dripping like a slut on leash, as he nonchalantly tortured my boobs. I looked at him in the mirror and imagined getting bent over that very chair i was sitting in and his horny af cock entering me from behind, grabbing that beautiful massaged hair as he slapped those titties he was mauling under my dress. And just like that, I came. I came so fucking hard. He pinched my nipples so hard, so suddenly that I forgot where I was, who I was with and just came on that chair stifling my cries of pleasure but shaking so uncontrollably that everyone around us turned to look. It took me more than a minute to compose myself. No one said anything. I excuses myself to the bathroom, got dresses and left in an embarrassing amount of hurry.

Back in my car, I noticed he had slipped in his personal home spa service card alongwith the bill.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mq1q0l/the_hair_spa_guy_gave_me_a_semimassage_infront_of