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Confessions of a Horny Hairdresser #2
Confessions of a Horny Hairdresser #2
When I met Liz at a concert in Dallas Alley she was wearing a headscarf-halter and tight fitting jeans. Her blonde wavy locks fell loosely around her bare shoulders as she bounced and swayed to the music. She turned toward me for just a moment and flashed a huge smile my direction. I was totally sucked in by those gleaming white, perfectly straight teeth.
I placed my hand in the small of her back and extended the other one for a handshake. She took my hand and grasped it firmly as she shouted over the music, "Hi, my name is Liz, What's yours?"
I introduce myself and asked her if she would be interested in being a model for my hair show in a couple of weeks. She smiled again, took a pen out of a guy's pocket that was standing nearby, and wrote her number on the palm of my hand. "Call me," was all she said before she drifted into the crowd, replacing the guy's pen as she wandered away.
Okay, I admit it, I was smitten. IT's funny, but I usually know almost the moment I meet a woman if we are going to end up in bed. I was so dumbstricken by Liz that I wasn't sure what hit me. I knew I was attracted to her, what straight guy wouldn't be; she was five foot six at about 115 pounds with flowing blonde hair, beautiful 36D breasts, shapely hips, gorgeous face, bright blue eyes, and a smile that absolutely blinded you when she turned it your direction.
When she showed up for her consultation she was wearing another pair of jeans that were so tight you could count her pubic hairs through them, and a white blouse that allowed you to see the beige bra underneath. The blouse was stretching to hold her breasts in, and her nipples showed through so that you wanted to reach over and tweak them slightly just to see how perk they would get.
We talked for a few minutes about how we would do her hair for the show, then moved from the styling chair to the shampoo bowl. This is one of the most sensual areas of the salon, it's so full of smells and sensations when you are shampooing someone's hair, it's hard not to get aroused. I knew that shampooing Liz's hair was going to be a particular challenge.
As Liz laid back in the shampoo bowl her blouse gaped open as it strained at the buttons that were just barely keeping it held together. I could see the cleft between her breasts quite clearly, and as her nipples began to become erect from the air conditioning, it was as if she were wearing nothing at all. I felt my cock starting to stiffen in my pants.
I tested the water temperature to make sure it was just right, warm but not hot. As the water streamed down her head and her hair was slicked back away from her forehead a tiny smile crept across Liz's face. She closed her eyes as if drifting off to some tropical paradise. Her nipples hardened even more, and I imagined that we were on the beach in Cancun, the sun baking our naked bodies as we lay in the stark white sand.
I squirted some shampoo into the palm of my hand, and rubbed it into the other palm. I cupped her hair in my right hand as I leaned across with my left hand to start massaging behind her ear. I stroked the sides of her head with the tips of my fingers using gentle pressure to manipulate her scalp. The aroma of lavender and coconut drifted up to my nostrils enveloping us both in a sensual cocoon.
I had to reach across her body as I began to massage the shampoo into the nape of her neck. As I did so, I felt my erection brush against her shoulder. I thought I heard her moan slightly, letting a soft, "ummm" escape her lips, but she didn't recoil in any way. When I looked down she was smiling from ear to ear.
"Do you do this for all your clients," she purred? "Only the ones I want to have sex with," I purred back. She didn't stop smiling.
My dick was bulging out of my pants as we moved from the shampoo area to my station and EVERYONE in the salon knew it. I tried to think about something else but all I could think of was stuffing my cock into Liz's warm welcoming mouth. I excused myself, went to the restroom for a few minutes, and returned without the obvious impediment to my styling abilities.
When we finished Liz loved her hair and agreed to do the show. Before she left we arranged a time to take some photos of the style to use in slides at the show.
I met Liz at the salon on Sunday afternoon (Saturday is always one of our busiest days). I asked her to put on a smock this time so that I would be able to perform some additional procedures, but never actually said what it was that I had in mind. We repeated the procedure at the shampoo bowl except that this time when we were through I continued the massage at the styling station.
I began to manipulate her shoulders and neck using scented oil, gently kneading her flesh until her muscles began to relax. I stroked her clavicles with my index fingers while my thumbs rested on her shoulder blades. In fluid motions I worked the oil up onto her throat, under her chin, and then down to the indention just above her sternum. I placed the pads of my fingers just below her collar bones and began to move them in slow circular motions from sternum to shoulder and back, moving just slightly lower with each successive pass. I thought she was gong to melt right out of the chair.
When the smock became too restrictive for me to move any lower, Liz reached up and unbuttoned the top button. I continued to stroke the upper regions of her breasts with slow circular motions as the scent of lavender oil filled our heads. I felt an erection growing in my pants once again. "That feels great," she said in a soft and sexy voice.
"You should let me give you a full massage sometime," I replied.
"That would be nice," she agreed.
I stopped the massage and finished doing Liz's hair for the photos. I handed her some scraps of leather and said, "Here's your costume for the show." She took the leather and disappeared into the dressing room.
She emerged from the dressing room wearing the strips of leather; two tattered pieces that barely covered her breasts from the nipple down, and two holey pieces that provided just enough cover over her genetiles to make it legal. Her long lean waist showed through the gaping expanses on the sides that also revealed the roundness of her breasts. I was awe stricken.
"How do I look," she asked innocently?
"Unbelievable, awesome, like a Playboy playmate," I responded trying not to trip over my tongue. Truth was I don't think I have ever seen a photo that looked as good as Liz did in that moment.
We spent an hour or so shooting photos for the show. When we were done Liz walked over to me and looked me straight in the eye. She reached up and untied the leather strings that supported the scraps that were covering her breasts. They fell mutely to the floor.
"Can I get that massage now," she asked in a voice that was nearly a whisper.
"Absolutely," I gulped, "Right over here." I took her hand and led her to the massage room.
"Is this where we're going to do it," she asked?
I felt my cock oozing seminal fluid at the suggestion. "Yeah," I replied.
She stepped into the room, untied the thong that held the remaining leather in place, and hoisted herself up onto the table. She leaned back leaving her legs parted on either side of the table.
I squirted a handful of massage oil into my palm, rubbed my hands together and began to rub the oil all over Liz from head to toe. Her breasts were full, round and tan, and as I stood at her head, her pink clit was visible just inside her spilt. My hands began to dance over her body spreading the oil. I traced the shape of her breasts, and I could feel her hard nipples slip between my fingers with each pass.
I spread the oil over her arms and stomach, then down to the area where her thighs join her crotch. I moved to the side of the table and began to stroke her leg from thigh to slit, just letting my fingers tease her lips with oil before retreating down her thigh again. Each successive stroke aroused each of us a little more.
The juice was oozing freely from the tip of my penis making my pants damp. Liz glanced down and saw the wet spot, then reached out with her fingers to brush against my penis as I moved back and forth, up and down her body, lubricating the excitement between us.
As I smoothed the oil on her tummy and down to her crotch I could feel her arching her butt up to meet my hand. Every time I stroked her my fingers came closer and closer to her clit. Finally my fingers found the soft folds of her labia and I began to manipulate them gently. I slid my fingers along her lips until I felt the moisture climbing its way up to her clitoris. I slipped my fingers into the inner lips and on to her clit.
She moaned deeply and arched against my hand so that my fingers had no place to go except inside her. Slowly she began to move her ass back and forth so that my fingers probed in and out of her vagina. Her moisture was flowing freely and I could smell her sweetness mixing with the lavender oil.
I couldn't take it any longer, I unzipped my pants and let them drop to the floor, followed shortly by my underwear and shirt. I grasped Liz's legs behind the knees and pulled her pussy closer. Then I dove in head first licking and sucking her wildly. She thrust her pussy against my mouth again and again as I lapped up her juice and sucked her clit.
Her moaning had grown loud now and my erection was growing with every soft sob. I grasped her breasts with both hands as she bucked and arched her ass around the table. I was holding on for dear life. It seemed like I was hanging there for hours, but I'm sure it was only seconds, until I felt a gush of liquid draining from her cunt.
I stepped up on a small stool at the foot of the table, and lifted her ass up to my dick. I lifted her legs straight up in the air so that her pussy presented itself fully. I quickly stuffed my cock between her hot wet lips, penetrating deep inside her. She let out a deep low growl as my cock pushed against her cervix. I rammed my dick into her again and again as her moans turned into yelps.
After a minute or two of this we were both gyrating wildly doing everything we could to keep up the pace and still hang on the the massage table. With one final thrust from me and a doglike howl from Liz I filled her hot cunt with an ocean of cum.
I collapsed on to top of her and just couldn't stop fucking. I kept grinding my penis into her until it finally went limp, at which point I continued to rub it against her tummy.
"Wow, that's the best massage I've ever had," Liz commented softly. I certainly wasn't about to disagree.