In dire need of a haircut and living in a new city, I had grudgingly lowered my metrosexual standards, so I found myself in some generic chain strip mall haircut place. Nothing about this place made it stand out from any other. Work had been crazy since I moved, and none of my coworkers were able to give me recommendations near enough where I lived for my comfort; driving around without getting lost was still just beyond my grasp, so I prefered to stick to the local vicinity. My name was called and I made my way toward the beautician who had barked it barely seeing, still running through a problem from work that had been bothering me all week.
I sat down in the chair and let the beautician start to do her thing. She ran her fingers through my hair, asessing the length and curl. Standard stuff. We discussed what my regular girl had done with my hair before I moved; I liked what she did and I wanted it mimicked as closely as possible. The new beautician brought me over to the sinks and started washing my hair, leaning over me to massage in the shampoo. It wasn’t until then that I realized that she had disproportionately large breasts, as they were nearly smothering me while she washed my hair. I was breathing right into them, my nose less than an inch from her exposed clevage, my chin buried between the clothed mounds. My breath quickened, and I was sure that everybody in the place was staring at my growing erection which was probably only accentuated by the plain haircut bib draped over my whole front side.
The beautician didn’t seem to notice my excitement as she worked. Fearing that she’d see my now aching erection, I thought of every possible thing I could to kill my uncooperative cock, but couldn’t think through the scent of springtime honeysuckle that was her perfume. I decided that I should subtly make her aware of the situation. I shifted a little in the chair and cleared my throat, exhaling through my nose since my mouth was completely covered. She seemed to notice, as she moved her bosom down off of my face as she continued to massage my scalp.
As she moved, I finally took notice of what she looked like. I was dumbfounded by her beauty. She brough her face down next to mine, our cheeks lightly touching, and whispered to me, “You’re cute and you’re my final cut for the day, so how about you put your mouth to work between the girls while I’m putting the conditioner on, so we can both be excited?”
For the first time, I loved my new home.
