They were in a semi-private room at the rear of the salon, with a wide open doorway through which the salon owner could keep an eye on the running of her business. From time to time they might glimpse one of the assistants in the many mirrors placed everywhere about, but they were otherwise fairly secluded.
"How about a drink?" he asked.
"What would you like? We have herbal tea; filter coffee; or there is bottled water there."
"I mean you and me, tonight."
"Uh," she reminded him with a small laugh: "Kids?"
"Perhaps just a drink to begin."
"I mean, who will look after the two adorable little kids that will soon be waiting at home for their mother to finish work and make dinner, and otherwise generally look after them, and the running of the house. Or are there no children to consider in your fantasy world?"
"You could get a babysitter."
"For my husband?"
"If a husband loves his wife, he should want her to be happy."
"I sometimes wonder."
"How long have you been married?"
"You know perfectly well. Eleven years, four months-"
"-and sixteen days," he said along with her. "Just testing."
"You go through this exact same routine every time you come in here."
"And you always indulge me. I'm simply making sure that you are keeping score of the days you have been married to that very lucky Guy."
"And I tell you every time that I have been completely in love with my husband for each one."
She moved the sides of his head to face forwards again. He glanced up at her in the mirror to catch her eye, but she was absorbed with the back of his head.
"All I'm asking is that you keep checking your calendar. Count the days, and really, really think about it. You can talk to me here, I will understand. Tell me anything, I'm just a customer ready to pass the time of day. But this is important: I want to know the moment you are not sure."
"I have many other things to do than wait in anticipation of your next appointment."
"But, if you ever change your mind...?"
"As I keep telling you," she emphasized each word: "I love my husband."
"Then he really is a lucky man. I bet you could have any guy that walks in here."
"Have you seen our clients? No thanks."
"Ah, so you're saying if a really handsome man came in, you wouldn't be interested?"
"I have a handsome man right here." She put down the scissors. "What do you think?"
Guy glanced out into the shop. Annette was busy sweeping the floor, and the receptionist, Sadie, sat bent over the phone. He swiftly grabbed Cynthia by the waist again, and this time pulled her towards him and kissed her full on the mouth.
He might have expected her to react sharply; fight him off or shout for help, but she stayed perfectly still and let the kiss go on. She didn't respond in the slightest. He broke off, chastened.
"Are you done?"
She straightened up and moved away, brushing her clothes. He shook his head with an apologetic look.
"Yeah, I guess. I'm sorry, I just sort of thought-"
"This is a place of business."
He stirred at that.
"Oh, you mean you would be prepared to do this someplace else?"
"I mean that while you might think you are charming and witty and devilishly debonair, if you carry on like that in here, I'm the one that would be charged with permitting sexual conduct on the premises liable to constitute harassment to my staff."
"Harassment? Hey, lighten up, I only said, 'Hi'."
"Oh, please. You had that girl stripped to her underwear."
"I don't think she's wearing a bra."
"The hands; the leers; that kiss?"
"All right, I'm sorry," he looked genuinely contrite. "You're right. But it's all because of you."
"Now, look-"
"Hear me out, Cynthia. You should know what you do to me. I try not to think about you so much, but I can't. I think about you all the time, and this... I love this. I love being close, I love the attention. I know it's your job, but I just..." He looked at her for a long moment. "I love you."
Cynthia now glanced into the shop, and seeing the girls busy, she quickly sat in Guy's lap and looped her arms around his neck. The two were squashed between the leather arms of the seat.
"You really mean that?"
He looked shocked as she leaned close and gazed into his eyes. He could see the lacy edge of her bra down her cleavage, smell her perfume, feel her breath, the warmth off her skin.
"Why not come home with me, right now?"
"Now?" he stammered. "No, heck, I can't, I--I have work."
"There, I knew it." She rolled off and stood up. "You like to play games."
He heaved a deep breath. "Are you saying you don't?"
"No, I like to play. In fact, sometimes I love it."
Before he could make another move, Cynthia lifted the hem of the cape off his legs and ducked under. Guy gasped as she nimbly unzipped his pants and reached straight for his dick. It was hard from the moment she sat on his lap.
He struggled upright in his seat and squirmed over his shoulder to check that the assistants had not seen what was going on. He groaned and shut his eyes as the hairdresser's hot mouth closed around his straining erection. He moaned under his breath and grasped for the back of her head, tangling fingers through her hair and staring, wide-eyed in fascination, as the shape under the folds of the gown began to bob back and forth.
She knew precisely what to do: he had never in his life had another woman so expertly find the exact spot where his dick was most sensitive, and use her hand on the shaft, pressing the base, building pressure, while cupping his balls caught under his shorts. He shuffled his hips and fumbled under the cape to release the top of his pants, as that busy tongue licked, and pressed, and probed the full length. Her mouth compressed and relaxed as she sucked, and rolled her tongue: smoothing the girth and then feathering the tip. Faint slurps sounded muffled beneath the gown as she slid tight moist lips to the head of his cock, and teased the sensitive glans as her tongue probed the slit.
He felt a swelling rise from his balls held firmly in her hand, as if a hose had been switched to full pressure. His head surged on a giddy rush as he bucked his hips to alert her to the impending eruption. She was ready, with a thumb pressed underneath, and brought him so swiftly to the point of release that it exploded in an instant. He gripped her head tight, and writhed in juddering spasms, grunting through gritted teeth as he shot his full load - spurt after spurt of hot frothy liquid, showering delight into the wet tunnel of her mouth.
She took every drop.
He gasped, trembled, and shook, heaving for breath as he struggled not to make a sound until the last departing waves of the intense, unexpected orgasm subsided to a hush.
"Is everything all right?"
Sadie appeared at the door, and Guy quickly snatched up a towel and ran it over his face, doubled forwards, so that Cynthia was safely hidden on the other side of the chair, still under the cape.
"Yeah, I'm sorry, I just had to cough. And, um, sneeze."
"Would you like a glass of water?"
He made an extravagant noise, clearing his throat.
"No, no," he saw the bottle and glass on the counter in front of him. "I can manage with this." He smiled weakly, aware that his face was still flushed. "I'm fine now, really."
Sadie seemed satisfied. "I thought Cyn was doing you?" The receptionist searched all around, and moved as if to come in.
"Oh," Guy quickly blurted, "she is."
"Is she here?"
"I think she went down- I mean out." Cynthia dug her fingers into his thigh, making him yelp. "For something. She has pretty well finished me off, anyway."
He felt the pinch again, and prodded the insolent body smothered beneath the cape. He glanced down, seeing the head shaking between his legs with the noiseless laughter of the shameless proprietor. Sad
ie gave him a strange look.
"Well, Annie and I have to go. Could you tell her I won't be in until ten tomorrow morning?"
"I certainly will."
"Thanks, Mr Pearson, goodnight."
"Yes, goodnight, Sadie."
"Goodnight, Mrs Pearson," Sadie called out, as she turned and departed.
Cynthia emerged from under the cape, looking a little sheepish but grinning from ear to ear. Guy stared at her for a moment, and then both burst into laughter. He pulled her towards him and kissed her again, and this time she returned the kiss, hard and strong.
She eased back and hummed lightly as she ran her fingers through his hair, making slight adjustments either side. "You know, we'd better see about that babysitter," she murmured, as her husband held her tight. "I think we've a busy night to come."
The End.
Kelsey Drops By The Office
By far the best thing that has happened to me this semester has been my relationship with Kelsey Blair. She's the young college freshman with whom I've had the pleasure of getting to know intimately.
After our tryst last Sunday Kelsey and I had only exchanged friendly hellos and sexy smiles during the week. She had missed a couple of my classes and I had been busy preparing a mid-semester exam. But when Friday afternoon rolled around all of that changed when Kelsey came walking through my office door.
Jesus she looked hot. She was wearing a very short dress that hit her at mid thigh. Her nipples, obviously hard and erect were trying to poke through the thin material that covered her braless breasts. Her tanned legs, long and lean led down to a pair of brown summer sandals. Her auburn hair wasn't in its usual ponytail today. It flowed freely about her shoulders.
"Mind if I come in," she said as she closed the door behind her and took a seat across from my desk. As she crossed her legs I caught just a quick glimpse of her panty-less crotch. Damn, short dress, no panties, this sexy eighteen-year old new exactly how to turn a guy on. She had been in my office less than a minute and my cock was already beginning to stir.
"How are you Kelsey? I haven't seen much of you this week," I said with a smile.
"I'm okay," she said. "I'm sorry I missed those classes," referring to Tuesday and Thursday. "I heard we were having an exam next Tuesday and thought I'd better drop by and see what I missed."
"You didn't miss much, I told her. "I can make you a copy of my lectures. If you read them you should do okay on the exam."
"What's been going on in your life to cause you to miss two classes in a row," I asked.
"My mom took me shopping on Tuesday, and Thursday I had the blahs. But I'm feeling better now," she said with a smile.
Kelsey stood up and walked to the back of my desk and stood next to me. She looked down at me with an evil grin and took my right hand and brought it up under her dress. As she guided my hand up her thigh and toward her pussy she told me, "I have a surprise for you."
As my hand continued on its unexpected journey I soon learned what the surprise was. Kelsey's hot little cunt was as smooth as a new born baby's behind.
"I shaved it just for you," she said with a sexy grin. "Do you like it?"
As I slowly slid my hand up to her stomach and back down to her warm wet labia my cock began to grow leaps and bounds.
"Oh yeah, baby, I like it."
Still standing Kelsey spread her legs slightly allowing my easy access to her pussy. I let my fingers slowly glide up and down her moist lips. Next I slipped a finger into her and began to pump it in and out. As I began to pump a little faster Kelsey moaned softly tossing her head back, and rocking her hips in perfect rhythm. With my left hand cupping her ass I slipped a second finger into her hot little cunt and pumped feverishly. Her moans became louder and her hip rotation more pronounced.
With her moans much louder now I began to panic as I wasn't sure if we were the only ones on this end of the hallway. What if someone heard her? What the fuck I thought to myself. It's probably too late to worry now.
With that thought in mind I slipped a third finger in her and proceeded to bring her to a near earth shattering orgasm. She trembled uncontrollably and she pushed her body forcibly against my hand before finally bringing her hips to a complete stop. Breathing heavily she leaned over and rested her hands on my shoulders. As I squeezed the cheeks of her now motionless ass I slowly pulled my sticky fingers from her juicy warm pussy.
As she slumped into my lap Kelsey's breathing was still a bit irregular, her face was flushed and I could see a tiny bead of perspiration on her forehead. I wrapped my arms around her waist and she leaned into me and we kissed. We kissed once more before she pulled free and put her head on my shoulder.
"Oh, James, that was good. Really good," she whispered in my ear.
"You liked that did you," I teased.
As she ran her fingers through my hair and smiled that coy little smile of approval she didn't need to answer.
Having caught her breath, Kelsey stood up and began to unbuckle my belt. She unbuttoned my pants and I lifted myself off the chair just high enough for her to pull them and my boxers over my hips and down to my ankles. As she turned her back to me she hiked her dress up over her hips and lowered herself over my throbbing member.
Taking my cock in her hand she guided it into her pussy. Once I was completely inside her she began to pump her ass up and down like a well tuned piston. With my hands on either side of her waist I held on while she worked her ass up and down pumping my cock. Her tight little cunt gripped me tightly and sucked me like there was no tomorrow. Fuck I knew I wasn't going to last much longer at this pace. I just decided to sit back and enjoy the ride.
Once again Kelsey was breathing hard and I was sure she was fixing to cum again. Soon my balls began to swell and ache as Kelsey continued to pump me hard and fast. In a few seconds that familiar sensation began to flow through me as I shot hot cum into Kelsey's sweet little cunt. As I moaned with agonizing joy, Kelsey increased her motion and cried out inaudible sounds of bliss. I could feel her beginning to cum as she continued to bounce up and down uncontrollably on my cock. As her pussy began to contract her ass slowly came to a stop. I wrapped my arms completely around her and she leaned back against me.
Spent, we sat quietly for several minutes. Cum had oozed out of her and I could feel the sticky mess it had made between us. When she finally lifted herself from my lap she grabbed a handful of tissues form my desk and wiped between her legs. She grabbed another handful and cleaned me off. As she pulled her dress down over her hips and smoothed it out I pulled my pants up and got out of my chair giving my legs a much needed stretch.
I pulled Kelsey to me and gave her a big wet kiss. She ran her fingers through my hair and leaned in and whispered, "Thank you, baby."
And as quickly as she had appeared, Kelsey took a copy of my two lectures and disappeared out the door.
I fell back into my chair and closed my eyes reliving what had just taken place.
The End.
Should Have Known...
Looking back, it was a really stupid idea. I can't believe I was so naive as to think some stranger would honor my request. But I thought...people put requests up on craigslist all the time, there's bound to be someone out there willing to help a girl give a gift to her boyfriend. Boy, was I wrong.
It started so innocently, or not so innocently, depending on how you look at it. About six months ago, my boyfriend bought us a "couple's gift"...a set of wrist and ankle restraints with tethers. Really nice leather ones, they are soft on the inside, and have that divine smell of walking into a Wilson's Leather store. It was his way of trying to spice up our sex life. I was too nervous to try them...I hated the thought of being out on display like that, sprawled out across the bed, completely unable to cover myself, or stop him from doing something I wasn't ready for. So his gift sat, forgotten, in the box it came in stuffed under the bed.
Then came our anniversary, I wanted to so something really special for him, something he'd never expect
. I'd bought a really sexy corset and garter belt combo...something similar to what I'd seen the women in his porn movies wear...something I'd normally never wear myself. But I thought, It's a special day, I really wanted to shock him. It was a tight black satin number that laced up the front, pushing my 36C breasts up to amplify my cleavage. Or at least that was the idea...I hadn't tried it on yet.
The day before our anniversary, I'd gone out to brunch with some friends. We'd had a few mimosas and gossiped quite a bit about our sex lives. When they dropped me off at the house around ten thirty, I was feeling much more at ease with my anniversary plans. I made my way inside, feeling tipsy, and made a beeline to our bedroom. I pulled out the lingerie, deciding to do a test run of putting it on. I'd never worn anything like that before, and wasn't really sure how I was going to manage it.
I first slid on the tiny matching g-string, it was so embarrassing! I felt so exposed, there was just a tiny little triangle that seemed only to barely cover the small tuft of hair I leave on my mostly shaved pussy. Something I only do because my boyfriend shaves it for me. It makes me feel a little dirty, but a little sexy too. And he likes it, which is really the most important thing.
I stood there for a short while, looking at myself in the full length mirror in the corner of our room. Hours at the gym had shaped my ass, keeping it as tight and firm as it was when I was 18. The g-string nearly disappeared into the crack, leaving the smooth, silky skin overtly exposed with only a small black bow at the top. My eyes traveled down my legs, they are sculpted by miles of treadmill running to be long and muscled. I sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled a pair dark gray thigh high nylons over them.
I stood, hands shaking a little in my nervousness, then reached down to pick up the corset. I wrapped it around myself. I started lacing up from the bottom, not pulling too tight since I wasn't exactly sure how it worked. Once I had the initial lacing down, I started tightening it up...the lady at the shop had helped me size it perfectly, it closed completely while still allowing me to breathe. I tied off the laces in a tight bow between my breasts.
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