[MF] How I fucked my hair stylist after knowing her for 6 years.

I am a 25 year old male that just recently got done with college. For 6 years I lived in an apartment building with a small hair salon at the ground floor. Ivy the 32 year old female protagonist of this story works in that hair salon. She is 5 foot and 6 inches tall, a natural blonde often changing her hair style because well, she is a hair stylist. She was insanely fit for a woman that didn’t workout much per her words, and I swear people would just go get a haircut to stare at her ass, it really was that irresistible. Oh and she had a kid, so I guess that made her a MILF.

This happened in August of this year but I’m going to give an intro. If you’re not interested in the backstory, skip ahead a bit to get to the sexy part. Hope you enjoy the story.

We first met when I just moved in at 19. Mind you at that age I wasn’t very mature and didn’t really look the way I do today, AND she was still on good terms with her husband so the first few years were pretty stagnant in terms of anything happening. I would come in every 15 days or so to get my haircut, we would talk about everyday stuff just to kill time, in the end I’d pay say goodbye and just leave. She would often work with the owner of the place to so it wasn’t appropriate to get all flirty with clients. I am going to divide this backstory in 5 different paragraphs that I think made me fucking her possible.

The first thing that I think contributed to this story is her boss opening a few more salons and letting Ivy handle this one by herself (thank you miss Helen). This happened 2 years into the story, I just turned 21 and remember coming in for a haircut and seeing her all cheerful and excited. I walked in, she smiled and said “You’re looking at the brand new manager of this salon!” with a wide smile on her face. I put out my hand trying to shake her hand for congratulations (probably a dumb move, but yeah I wasn’t really good with women haha), but she walked right up to me and hugged which left me pretty shocked but pleasantly surprised. “Oops sorry, I’m a bit too excited” she says while blushing a bit, I try to cool it off with a smile and say I wouldn’t mind if she welcomes me like that every time I walk in (I was weird yeah). From that day onward we became a lot closer, sometimes I stayed even after my haircut just so we can finish a conversation we started, but I only ever thought of her as a friend and never thought something would happen.

Contributor number 2 of this story is her divorcing her husband. I wasn’t a messy divorce, it was smooth sailing, at least that’s what she’s told me. She looked happy and relaxed so I never really pried into that topic. I was 22 at that time. There’s not much to it I suppose but I bet nothing would happen if her husband was still in the mix.

Factor number 3 came in when I was 23 years old, just before the COVID lockdown hit. I needed a haircut urgently that day because I had a wedding to go to tomorrow (saturday) and the salon didn’t work weekends which completely slipped my mind. Usually I would just come in and ask when she’s free, but this time I ran from work, barged in and begged her to squeeze me in her schedule today. She shrugs and tells me she’s full today but gives me a number and tells me to call her around 7 and maybeee she’ll be available before closing time. I called and she wasn’t available, which forced me to ask my dad to cut my hair. I looked like a lawnmower passed over my head and that’s putting it nicely.

So why is this so important to this story you ask. Well the number she gave wasn’t the salon’s number, it was HER number and I noticed that accidentally when going through my WhatsApp contacts at the wedding. I looked at the profile picture and there she was hot as ever in a tight black dress. Now it took drunk me some time to realize that it’s actually hair and soon as I did I made a pretty bold move and sent her a selfie with my head tilted down saying “No one other than you is touching my hair ever again.” It was 1am and she was probably sleeping so I put my phone back in my pocket and got back to the wedding. In the morning there were a few texts from hair mainly laughing about how my hair looks so we just went back and forth exchanging a few jokes, nothing too serious. But this small exchange started a chain of texts that kept us going all the way through the COVID lockdown, helping us stay in contact even though we didn’t see each other.

Factor number 4 would be none other than COVID itself. I know this isn’t the case for a lot of people but I really improved myself during the pandemic both mentally and physically. I was reading a lot and working out A LOT to the point where I had to change my whole wardrobe because almost nothing fit me. Naturally my confidence skyrocketed because of this and it felt like I was a brand new person. So lockdown ends, summer ends and I’m back in town for college. First place I go to is to see Ivy in the salon. We greet each other and enjoy what I would say was a pretty long and intimate hug. She got a new trainee in the salon so we couldn’t be that open anymore when talking but we’d often catch eyes together and exchanged a smile or two. She also caught me staring at her ass a few times but gave me a sly look that suggested she liked it.

The final factor would be the summer heat. Fast forward to July this year… I go in for a haircut and apparently the air condition died. Now where I live, summer is impossible without air conditioning, I was literally sweating bullets, and being under that plastic tarp they put over you when they cut your hair definitely didn’t help. She apologized several times but I just shrugged it off, it wasn’t her fault after all. Her trainee goes out for a break and we’re left alone while she’s finishing me up. She removes my mask to cut the part around my ears and I swear she gives a little bit extra touch to my ears which put some thoughts to my head and gave me a semi I can’t lie. We lock eyes and both do nothing for what seemed like 10 minutes but was probably 2 or 3 seconds and dear God it made me feel even hotter.

She removes the tarp, I get up and get closer to the mirror to check if everything’s fine when I hear her say from behind “You look hot.”. Now I know I said my confidence skyrocketed since COVID and everything but I was still dumb and clumsy when it came to reading signs so I said: “Yeah, it’s like 90 degrees outside and your dead aircon doesn’t help.”. I turn back around and see her staring at me and biting her lip. “No, I mean you are hot”. My dumb brain, now realizing that she wants me send signals to my dick and I pop an instant boner which I was pretty sure was visible through my shorts. I don’t know what to say and just look her dead in the eye with a smile. You could cut the sexual tension in the room with a knife, If I tried I probably could’ve fucked her right there at the spot. I reach for my pocket, grab the cash step up to her and put it in her hand while holding it. I lean in and whisper “I’ll call you tomorrow.” she doesn’t stutter and replies “I’d rather you call me tonight”. I just smile, try to act cool as much as possible and leave. I have never had such an orgasm while jerking off like that day in the shower while thinking about her, it drove me insane.

I called her that very night, and we had a pretty honest conversation about how we felt. The talk turned from wholesome to dirty real quick, her describing what she’s been imagining every time I walked in and how she’s been craving some alone time with me. The problem was that I was leaving next day for an internship in a town 4 hours away so that kinda disappointed her and our call ended on a sad note. Next morning while waiting for the bus my phone vibrates, I open it and it’s a picture of her, bare naked in the bathroom mirror. Her perfect b cup tits just standing there looking at me. And underneath the picture was a text saying “See you in a month, I’ll be waiting ;)”. I cannot describe how long that month lasted for me, I felt blue balled almost everyday after all the sexting we have done, but it helped me learn everything about what she likes and made me excited for what was about to come.

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Here’s how the sequence of texts looked that day:

ME: I’m coming back tomorrow morning, how about dinner at my place around 9, I’m cooking ;)

IVY: Perfect, I’ll call my sitter. What’s the dress code?

Me: Less is more

IVY: *photo of her with nothing but a G string on* Perfect, just how I like it.

So I got back home, done my shopping for the dinner. Cleaned out the entire apartment like never before, and while doing it I imagined fucking her on every single piece of furniture. 9 pm arrives and so does Ivy in a green satin short dress and heels, visibly wearing no bra. I was flabbergasted by her appearance and wanted to ravage her right there. We kissed. Deeply. Our tongues were dancing together in perfect sync, our hands exploring each other’s bodies, her scents filling my senses it was pure ecstasy, I go to the kitchen and turn the stove off, turn back to her and say “We’re not eating dinner until I fuck you” while sliding her shoulder straps off, letting the dress fall down to her ankles. “That’s what I was hoping for, fuck me OP”.

And just like that, I pick her up and lay her down on the dinner table, she pulls down my shorts, a move her panties to the side and she guides my dick inside her. No foreplay, no teasing just raw animalistic sex. We didn’t even think about any kind of protection, we wanted to feel each other entirely. Her pussy felt divine, better than in my wildest dreams, her gasps and moans made me go deeper and harder, we kissed passionately as our bodies moved in sync. It was like an out of body experience, so instinctive, like we were both in the zone. Neither one of us said a word the whole time, the piercing eye contact was enough as it is. She cums the first time, I could, but I don’t want to. I enjoy her feet with the heels shaking on my shoulders, I enjoy her body twitching. We take a slight break, I take of her heels, kiss her feet, pick her up and carry her to the bedroom. Now she’s on top, and she’s riding me. Her hips moving in a hypnotizing way, her hair weaving as she moves up and down. Soon I can’t hold it anymore and my moans become louder, she doesn’t slow down, on the contrary she really wants it she speeds up and is borderline screaming as my dick start pulsating inside her and shooting rope after rope, filling her up, all while her legs keep shaking from the orgasm. I never had sex this good, I never made a woman cum twice from penetration in such a short timespan, it felt otherworldly, and this was just round 1.

We remained in the same position for a few minutes, collecting ourselves, listening to each other breathing. I was still incredibly horny, my dick wasn’t rock hard but it was close, and I could never usually go twice in a row. “I want you” I said in a determined tone. “Don’t you want to eat something first?”. I lock eyes with her and repeat “I want you now”. Her expression instantly changed from giggly to horny and you could see it in her eyes. She looked down at my dick and the cum that leaked on it from her pussy and said: “Well we better clean you up then” and proceeded to lick it top to bottom from the balls to the tip. Once she put it in her mouth oh man that feeling. The slurping sounds, the warmth of her mouth made me feel like I’m dreaming. She proceeded to “clean” it for a good 5 minutes or so and then said: “Remember how you said you never facefucked anyone before? Well I want my face to be the first one you fuck.” We talked about our previous experiences when I was away and I mentioned I really wanted to try this. I almost came when she said this, I was that excited.

She kneeled on the floor in front of me, I put one leg on the bed and put my rock hard dick in her throat. At first I didn’t want to be too rough, it was my first time doing it and I didn’t want to hurt her, but she reminded me several times that I can go harder. I thrust my hips and each and every one of her gags made me want to fill her throat with cum, I still don’t know how I didn’t explode. I told her to turn around since I wanted to fuck her one more time.

The view of her ass while fucking her in doggy is insane. You know how they say one minute in doggy counts for seven minutes, well this counted for 7 fucking hours because I was ready to shower her in cum the second I entered her from behind. I try to slow down a few times, but she knows that I can’t hold it any more and starts bouncing her ass back against me. “Dump it inside me, I want it, I want everything”, she yelled and I had no choice but to do it. Seconds after we both collapse on the bed and start smiling to each other…

IVY: I actually didn’t expect you to last so long, I better up my game next time.

ME: I can’t wait, I want to do this every night.

IVY: We’re going to do every single thing we mentioned in our chats, you better be ready.

ME: Oh, don’t you worry about me.

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Let me know if you enjoyed the story, I have a few more shenanigans with her I could post.

Hope you enjoy as much as I did! Cheers.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rkqsz8/mf_how_i_fucked_my_hair_stylist_after_knowing_her