[MF] Best salon ever

Last September on a warm Thursday evening, I was at a community involvement event that my company was sponsoring. It was in a large grassy “town square” type of area surrounded by local shops and and restaurants. It was a family friendly event with games, music and food all to help raise money for local charity.

I was there to help coordinate. Part of my duties included helping vendors unload supplies and food. A local sports grill had donated a few trays of freshly made buffalo wings which I was helping them carry to their tent.

As I’m setting down the food, I notice the next tent over is occupied by my Ex’s cousin. She owned a salon around the corner and was giving out cookies to all the kids. Her name was Kara. She and my ex never had a particularly close relationship but I stopped getting my hair cut there after the breakup just in case.

She was naturally pretty. She had shoulder length dirty blonde hair, very little makeup, and a long flowy strapless dress. Even in that dress, her curves would be on display when the breeze would blow. We smiled, said hi and started catching up. I remember my mind wandering as she spoke, trying to picture what she had on underneath.

I was so caught up in the conversation, I’d forgotten I was helping carry food. It’s not that I felt guilty that matters. But I should have been more aware of my surroundings. Rather than step over the her area, I was still standing in the path of the other food runners. One of which was a wiry teenage boy that had no business carrying a tray of wings that size.

As I’m listening the the latest updates of Kara’s son and how her business is doing, I’m surprised with the sensation of hot buffalo wings impacting my shoulder at what felt like the speed of sound. The young man from earlier lost his balance and tripped, launching saucy wings down the left side of my back. He was fine…embarrassed and apologetic…but fine.

After picking up and a bit of cleaning, I realized I was in no shape to help with a sauce covered shirt but didn’t have much of an option. Kara being the kind soul that she is, said she has a washing machine at her salon for towels that I could use to wash my shirt.

We take a short walk 2 blocks away. As she unlocks the door, it takes a bit of force, causing her hips, thighs, and ass to jiggle beneath the thin fabric of her dress. My heart rate quickens. Once inside I take off my shirt and hand it to her to start the washing machine. Once everything is set she turns around, smiles, and tells me to turn my head. She laughs. “What’s wrong?”, I ask. I was so quick to take off my shirt, I got buffalo sauce in my hair and didn’t realize.

“Sit down at that was station”, she said giggling. I can’t let you go back out there looking like this.

As I sat down, she reclined the chair back and started warming the water. Leaning over me to wet my hair, her chest was inches from my face. The strapless dress put he cleavage on full display as her fingers rubbed the warm water over my scalp. She smelled like baked cookies. It was at this point that I realized I was almost fully hard.

I needed to readjust. I waited for what I thought was the perfect time, grabbed my dick and repositioned it as quickly and smoothly as possible. Success. She’d never know…

“Everything ok down there?”, she asked with a devilish grin. In my head, I ran through what felt like 1,000 excuses in a half a second. I decided to just own it.

“Breasts in my face and a warm head massage…I’m sure I’m not the first guy to get excited in this chair.”

She didn’t say a word. But out the corner of my eye I could see the smile on her face. When she started rinsing my hair I noticed her body getting even closer. She stepped closer the the chair so that her thighs were against my arm. My heart is beating out of my chest at this point and no amount of adjustment will hide how hard I am at this point.

I can’t ignore her signals at this point. She’s drying my hair and in a few seconds my opportunity will be gone. I move my arm around and put my hand on her lower back. She stops drying and looks down at me as I say “I never thought I’d be so happy to have food spilled on me.” Without hesitation she leans down and kisses me. Her lips are so soft and the feeling of her hair brush against my face is intoxicating.

I move my hand to her hip and give her just enough pressure. As she lifts her dress to straddle me, I know my message was received. With a hand on each thigh I watch her sit on top of me. Her pale pink seamless cheekies were the sexiest thing I had ever seen. She leans back down to me while slowly grinding her hips back and forth.

Before she’s able to kiss me again, I move her head to the side and kiss her neck. My hands firmly grip her thick ass while I kiss and nibble her ear. I know she can feel the warmth of my breathing against her skin. Around this time I realized she pulled her top down and was firmly pinching and rubbing her beautiful red nipples. Grabbing a firm handful of her hair, I pulled her so that my lips were touching her ear and whispered “I need you!”

She dismounted me immediately and pulled her pink panties down to the floor. That may have been the fastest I have ever removed my pants and boxers in my life. Watching her get back on top was a mesmerizing sight. She slowly lowered herself down so her wet pussy was against the shaft of my cock. Slow…deliberate…savoring each stroke, she rocked back and forth sliding up to the tip and back down to my balls. Her for breasts heaved with every breath.

With one perfectly timed arch of my back, my cock slid deep inside her. A high pitched moan of pleasure came screaming out of her, followed by a muffled exclamation of “Fuck!” Her motions started slowly but by the end she was vigorously pumping her hips back and forth with a hand on each nipple.

When I couldn’t hold out any longer I tell her I’m going to cum. She replies back with the same phrase three times in a row…”Don’t pull out! Don’t pull out! Don’t pull out!” As she is finishing her third time saying this, I start to explode. My cock starts to pulse furiously as I cum deep inside of her. She can feel this which triggers her own orgasm. Every pulse of my cock makes her cum harder, and every time her pussy tightens around me I do the same.

Exhausted, she collapses on top of me. We try to catch our breath. Rubbing her back while I’m still inside her, I think to myself, “I should start getting my hair cut again.”

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