unexpected encounter with [M]y 25[F] barber

I’m in Australia, and I currently live in Adelaide. Description – I’m an Asian male with a chubby dad bod and 35. My barber, let’s call her Ella, is a petite hot 25 year old Caucasian with A cup tits, facial piercings, and a fair few tattoos.

It’s also a fairly long story, if you want to skip to the action – scroll down to the “>>>>”

Since moving interstate 18 months ago, I’ve been bouncing from barbers to barbers as I didn’t find one that I really enjoy going. Most of the ones who I’ve seen are either relatively old men who yapped non-stop about things that doesn’t matter and have no real skills cutting Asian hair; or young blokes who are skilled but lack social skills to make the trip enjoyable.

That changed at the start of the year, when I stumbled upon a barbershop where I felt comfortable enough that I’ve been back every three weeks or so. It’s on the way back from work for me, and they open fairly late too, which is great as I sometimes do work until past dinner time.

Ella takes her time and pride doing her fades, a great conversationalist, and of course is a great sight for sore eyes. We’ve been vibing well over the last six months and while at first I thought it was just the customer service thing that barbers do, the course of our conversations have become way more personal and somewhat flirty. There was obviously sexual tension from my end, but I know that she’s way out of my league and I was happy to enjoy the fantasy in my head. Plus, there was Jezza, her hot boyfriend who comes in from time to time. I can see that he packs a good size too from the outline on his jeans and I could see from her public instagram page (handle was on the mirror at the shop) that he was her candy arm as much as she was for her.

Things somewhat changed in April, just prior to my business trip. I came in for my usual 8.30pm appointment and Ella was a tad off. She had a tinge of sadness in her eyes and wasn’t her usual bubbly self.

“Are you alright Ella? Long day?”

“Fucking shitty day Tom, actually, it’s been a fucking shit week.”

“oh no, what happened? want to talk about it?”

“caught fucking Jezza cheating two days ago, and he ended up kicking me out. He had the fucking balls to tell me that my tits were too small and he was bored.” “Anyway, probably a good time for a change. I’ve been fucking boys with red flags since forever, and maybe I need a change of scenery”.

I commiserated with her for a bit as she steered the conversation to more mundane things. Then I felt it. I felt it and heard it. The buzz of the razor clipping through deeper then where it was meant to be.

“FUUCK!!!!! I’m so so so sorry Tom” as she nearly dropped her razor. I normally do a low fade that is then blended up, and as I turned around to look at the ‘damage’ – it wasn’t too bad.

“Oh God, are you okay if we did a high fade? I can fix it, but it won’t be your usual” Ella said…”I won’t even charge you for this, oh what a fucking idiot I’ve been”.

I told her not to worry about it, and to do her magic. She did, and it was sharper than usual. I laughed it off and told her that she’s probably saved me an extra week as I’d be gone for the month on a trip to Sydney.

As I was leaving after insisting on paying, she came over and gave me a hug. It was a friendlier than usual hug, and as she lingered, I felt myself getting aroused. I pulled off the hug, and told her that I’ll see her next month. I couldn’t help but glance back at her as the doors closed, and she was still looking at me and gave me a cute little wave.

The next month went by slowly. Four weeks in Sydney filled with meetings and more meetings, with the odd weekends out but nothing too memorable. I did enjoy some evenings in my spa bath, scrolling through the somewhat dead Ella’s instagram feed. I’ve never followed her or liked any of her photos before, but as my right hand got busy, I accidentally liked an image of her in a bikini.

A few minutes later, I got a follow request from Ella, and a message saying “Stalking me, Tom? How’s your trip been?”

We ended up chatting for most of the following evenings, and I finally plucked the courage to get her number. Never had I been so eager to return back from a business trip, and I texted her as I was leaving the airport, asking if she had any spots available.

“For you, of course. Come in at 930 tonight?” That was two hours away, so I headed out to the nearest bar in the city and had a pint.

“>>>>”

I was really excited as I pulled over to the barbershop, and I could see Ella cleaning up. Her hand lingered a lot more than usual, and I could feel her brushing her tits on my shoulder. It also became apparent that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath her Parkway Drive t-shirt, as I could clearly see her nipples poking out.

“I promise to be extra careful this time okay” Ella said as she broke me out of my trance.

She was telling me about how she’s enjoying her new place, I don’t remember much about that conversation as I was pretty much lost trying to picture her naked. During this time, I’m pretty sure also she leaned closer than normal as she started blending in the fade, her tits barely an inch away from my ears. I was mesmerised.

“You can breathe you know” she said as she put her face next to mine, admiring her handiwork. I could feel her nipples on the back of my neck, and I couldn’t help but lean back further.

“Come to the back and let me wash your hair, she said, as she unbuttoned the plastic cover over me. I took a few deep breaths, hoping that my erection would subside, but it didn’t.

I quickly walked over to the hair wash station, and Ella got to work. God it was amazing. Her fingers ran over my head, just the right level of pressure, and she knew where to rub.

“Ooh, someone is excited”, she said with a slight smile. “sorry” I said.

“it’s okay, it’s nice to think that someone finds me attractive. You do, don’t you?”

“of course, who do you think was keeping me busy over the last few weeks?” I responded. I could see her blush. The flirting continued, and I asked her if I could kiss her.

She asked me to wait as she went over to lock the front door and swing the sign to “closed”.

She asked me to come to the back, and our lips embraced. Very quickly, I felt her hands on my cock, rubbing me through my pants. She got me to sit down on the chair at the back, and very slowly unzipped me and took me in her mouth.

“Sorry, I’m not very big…” I said,

“shhh…it’s okay”, she said as she took me down into her throat. God that girl can see-throat.

I reached over to fondle her tits, which fit perfectly in my palm. I played with her nipples, and as I hit a rhythm I could feel her enjoying it as her breathing changed.

“pinch harder Tom” she said as she took a breath. I didn’t need any further encouragement. I reached over and put her hair over her ear, tracing my fingers down her jawline. I got her to stand, and took her nipples in my mouth. Oh, the sweet, soft, taste of her tits.

She moaned as I alternated between the two nipples, and my hands made my way into her tights, caressing her ass.

“not tonight, I’m on my period…” she said. I couldn’t care less, and my fingers made it to her clit through the wet mess. Throughout this, her hand never left my cock, slowly rubbing me.

After what felt like ages, I felt her tensing up, and as she kissed me, I heard a whimper. Then her body tightened up as she shuddered through her orgasm with her tongue entwined with mine.

As she came down, she gave me this slutty look as she made her way down and took me into her mouth. The next thing I knew, her tongue made its way into my foreskin (I’m uncut, and given my pre-diabetic condition, I have very tight foreskin). It was a sensation unlike anything I’ve felt, and I felt like I was going to come.

“Ella, I’m going to come soon”, I said, and she just continued doing what she did. She then deepthroated me as I felt the first string of cum bubbling up. She didn’t skip a beat as I came in her mouth. She continued sucking me for a while longer before letting go.

We cleaned up and I helped her lock up. The gentleman that I am, I took her to a late night bakery in North Adelaide as we had our first “date”. A few pies later, I dropped her off at her place. She guided me to a carport and her hands reached over as I pulled up. She took me in her mouth once more, and I came again in her mouth.

“I hope I see you again Tom” she said….

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ognu92/unexpected_encounter_with_my_25f_barber

2 comments

  1. good story, thanks for sharing! didn’t know about the foreskin trick.

  2. Great story. She sounds great and also super cute!

    I only have boring Anglo hair, but I also have a lot of trouble finding barbers I like. For me it’s the toxic bro culture (mostly in the customers) that so many of them seem to attract. Ew. Also most of them seem to have no fucking clue how to use a straight razor.

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