by Rev Mel
Ever so gently, my love led me over to one of the leather barber chairs. The Stylist lowered me down on the big barber chair, bent me over, and kissed me. His lips were soft and wet. He provoked a pleasure of pulsating sensation throughout my heated body. I was in awe of his sexual power and I surrendered myself to him. Slowly, he unbuttoned my linen blouse and felt my breasts. Teasing my hard nipples, he rolled them with his thumb and forefinger. A tingly feeling ran throughout my pulsating body as he touched my growing buds. The temperature grew hotter and hotter. My exquisite lover traced my neck down to my soft heaving flesh with his searching tongue. The air was thick with desire. In an unforgettable moment, his tongue touched my delicate nipple. Currents overpowered me as wild spasms cascaded from my nipple to my throbbing moistened vagina.
Firm hands moved down my stomach to my tight jeans. His strong fingers started to undo my pants. I longed for his fingers to touch my sacred vessel. Waves of unbearable sensation passed through me. Then he removed my tight jeans from my trembling legs. The touch of his hands on the edge of my panties caused a scantiness of breath. Waves of electricity ran through my body. He took pleasure in exploring the mystery of my hidden, dark chamber between my moistened thighs. Whispering sounds erupted from his throat as he pulled my pink panties down from my throbbing fruit. Pulling them farther down to my toes, he went wild, as if in slow motion, capturing each detail of my throbbing body and my growing pearl.
The boyish smile returned as he looked at me. I knew that he enjoyed this game of seduction. He was a master at it. Standing in front of me, he brushed his beautiful hands through his long brown hair, his eyes never leaving mine. Intense lust washed over me as he continued to stare at me. He brought out my vulnerability. A sly smile spread over his manly face as he reached behind and picked up something from the back bar. A true erotic flash rushed through my mind and body as I realized that he picked up an old-fashioned straight razor and a honing stone. I was devoid of fear; only exquisite excitement penetrated my soul. I sat nakedly on the cold leather barber chair while he held the razor in his right hand and the flat square stone in his left. Without taking his eyes off me, this handsome barber moistened the natural hone with water. He then began to move his sharp tool in a figure-eight over and over again. My breath stopped short. My shaver stroked the razor across the hone in a smooth even stroke, putting pressure on both sides of the razor, creating a perfect cutting edge on the razor. I could not take my eyes off of him. My look gave him the power of permission to do what he chose to do with my tangle of pubic hair. The wetness started to spread throughout my inner lips. I felt the heat boil as my insides trembled.
He then set the honing stone down on the back bar. Without haste, he moved to the side of the chair. With his razor in hand, he picked up the leather strop that hung at the side of the chair. Eyeing me, he held the leather and canvas strop out to the side, placing the razor about one-third down the strop. I watched in anticipation as he drew the razor up toward me. The steel razor moved back and forth in a reversed motion. Looking at him, I was heightened by his mastery of sharpening his sharp tool. A forbidden feeling swept through me as I embraced the desire to feel it on my heated open box. Watching him sharpen the razor, I could almost feel the razor on the deep thatch between my legs. As he played his game of seduction, each stroke provoked an incredible gamut of feelings inside of me.
Cool and sophisticated, his eyes stared deeply into mine. He slowed his pace. Gracefully, he dropped the strop from his hand, slowly moved over to his back bar, and pressed out hot shaving cream from the dispenser. I almost passed out from the excitement of his movements. His lethal body approached me. I felt our temperatures rise. He lowered the back of the barber chair gently and laid my head back. In mutual oneness, we both opened my long legs, giving him free access to my private area. I could see our reflections in the mirror. My deliciously swollen labia opened beneath his fingers as he applied the hot shaving cream. I couldn't deny him anything. He explored my limits in this orchestrated seduction of my saturated lips. He carved into my very soul, as waves of pleasure moved through me.
Steaming towels were placed on my wet entrance as my muscles went tight in rhythmic delight. I was floating in the arousing touch of his hands. Ripples of excitement surged through my raging clitoris. Slowly, more hot cream was applied to my pulsing pelvis. Encouraging moans escaped from my throat. Breathing was weak with wanting. My lover had movements like those of a large cat, cool and calm. My breathing came in short gasps as he lowered the razor to my quivering thighs. The sensitivity of my skin, the hot towels, the shaving cream, and the razor's edge were shooting excitement laced with fear into my lips. Muted cries came while he stroked the side of my clitoris with his sharp razor, removing any pubic hair in its path. Pulling at my swollen lips, he slid the steel blade through the folds and crevices of my heated box. His firm but tender face was close to my pearl as he watched the steel touch my budding flower. The feel of the razor on my membrane awakened the animalistic passion within me, releasing a wild beast and my true sexual appetite.
More hot towels were placed on my open flame as he cleaned my unfolding lips. Free of shaving cream, he massaged my saturated clitoris with his strong fingers. I burned with passion for him. I longed to feel him inside me. My eyes were closed as I heard the sound of his jeans fall to the floor. As I felt him approach again, the heat increased sending hot waves of ecstasy shooting throughout my body. As I smelled his manly aroma, he came closer. His sweet lips covered mine. He placed himself between my outstretched legs while his hands touched the growing mountains of my heaving breasts. I cried out in pleasure as he caressed my enlarged nipples. Hardness pressed against my wet passage as his hard smooth stalk nuzzled my clitoris, rubbing it lightly with the tip of his stiff shaft. Moving a little further down to my opening, the broad tip of his head plunged into me. I cried out in hoarse gasps. We fell into a perfect union of passion as he moved deeper into my interior. The heat from our body filled the room. The smell of sex penetrated our souls.
My barber's tongue tasted my moist lips as we kissed with hot passion. His tense lean body rubbed up against mine as we rocked into a rhythm of urgency. Thrusting his pelvis forward and forcing the tautness of his cock within my raging swelling mound, we gasped for breath. The prominent bone of his pelvis sped up to the rapid beat of the deep thrust, penetrating my very soul. The intensifying rhythm of his vessel, inside my interior, sent me to unbroken grounds. Lost in lust, the pleasure grew intensely as he drew his body closer and closer. My legs wrapped around his smooth strong back, locking him into me. Encouraging sounds came from him as he thrust his hard sheath in and out of my burning mound. Our passion was so thick that you could smell it.
The heat danced around our bodies as the deeply throbbing lips of my vagina sucked in his bulging organ. Panting, no words were spoken as the pressure grew even more intense. We touched in a blood-pounding release. Mind, body, and soul surrendered itself to the power of the thunderous orgasm. Exquisite tidal waves spread throughout our burning bodies. Breathing stopped, legs jerked, and moisture covered our bodies as we let go of all tensions. We were at the peak of sensation. Frozen in sheer pleasure, we let go of complete control. Kissing his lips, I felt his body cry out involuntarily, exposing his vulnerability. He had spent his manhood inside my pulsing cavern. Locked in each other's arms, feeling our bodies go through spasms of sexual release, we clung to each other as our organs released the tension. Moment by moment his body became mine. We were an extension of each other. The energy of the climax rang through our souls. We stopped breathing.
After several minutes, the awareness in the room slowly began to manifest itself within my mind. We regained our consciousness of the surroundings. Our breathing, once heightened with excitement, now paled in comparison. Once again, the smell of cigars danced through my senses. Looking in the mirror, we quietly rested, as I watched his body lying on top of mine; I smiled. This handsome barber captured my true sexual appetite. I
nibbled at his shoulder and stroked his firm high buttocks. He looked into my eyes and gave me an innocent light kiss on my lips. Symbolically, I knew that this was the end of our lustful interlude. We were two of the same, like missing pieces of a puzzle that fit together perfectly. Momentarily, I looked into his eyes and saw his soul. I knew that our paths would cross again, if not in this lifetime, surely in the next.
Chapter 5 The Construction Dom
It was Friday after a long day at with meetings with my lawyers and accountants and I need to take a break. Called a few friends and ask them if they wanted to meet me for a drink just to unwind. We decided to try a new bar that just opened up in Beverly Hills not too far from my office. I jumped into the shower at my office to get rid of the stress from the day and started to get ready to meet the girls. Putting on my bra, panties, garter belt, stocking and high heels shoes I wonder what was in store for me this evening. It was a warm day outside so put on a white silk blouse and a short black skirt with a jacket to match and grab a silk scarf that I bought on my last trip to India and head out the door to my car.
Walking into the bar it was like any other bar in Beverly Hill it was on Beverly Drive just south of Little Santa Monica. Loud music and men dressed in suits, ties, and women in short skirts with tailored jackets to match. The walls were of painted dark green and the booths were of deep brown leather. Taking a table in the middle of the room I sat down taking off my jacket and scarf and tossing my blond long hair back. I could not help but notice the paintings that hung on the walls just above the table. The paintings were different than most of the artwork that I have seen in places like this. There were of women tied up in rope and in high heel's shoes in different poses. I thought to myself why on earth would a woman to allow someone to do that to her but I did something to me. The rope seemed to call out to me and I could not look at them anymore.
I order a single malt scotch and looked around the room. My girlfriends were flirting with a couple of men at the table next to us as I drank my drink. So tonight would just like all the other Friday night, loud and boring as there was not a man in here that I wanted to meet or had an interest in. It was a long week for me at the paper and this might not have been a good idea. Looking up at the paintings on the walls and I felt uneasy. When I look at the art form that hung above me I had this strange feeling between my leg and I felt myself getting wet for some reason. I glanced round and from where I sat I could see the entrance to the bar. I had to make myself not to look at the artwork on the walls. I got lost in the watching the patrons walk in and out of the place for they’re after work drink. I wanted to leave and go home and take a hot long bath and read a book or something. Anything was better than just sitting here talking to the group of men that I had nothing in common with.
I was feeling edgy for some reason and I wanted to leave, I felt like something was about to happen but could not put a finger on it. I need to leave and go do something. This place was not for me not tonight with so much on my mind. Looking up at the paintings on the walls, they started to bother me and made me feel very strange again. I grabbed my scarf and jacket and was about to tell my friends that I was going to leave when something at the door caught my eye.
I watch him entered through the front door in jeans, cowboy boots, and a blue jean shirt. I was taken back with him there was something so handsome about him. I could not move, it seems like I was glued to my seat as I watched him. His dark brown hair was laced with a touch of gold and his eyes a very dark blue. He was tall about 6’7’’ and his arms were strong and his thighs were big, I guess he did construction work by the way his looked. He walked by me and took a seat at the bar just to my right. He looked out of place with all the men dressed in suits but he seems to have that air of sophisticated about him. He seemed so relaxed and sure of himself that I think he smiled to himself as he ordered a beer. I watched him pour the beer into a tall glass not dropping a drop on the bar as the foam swelled to the top.
He looked around as he sipped his beer and I could not keep my eyes off of him. I got a little jealous when he noticed a tall brunet at the end of the bar as they both shared a smile or two. I could feel my heart beat as my eyes lingered on his handsome face. Watching him placed the glass of beer to his lips my body began to heat up. Ever so slowly he looked straight at me he lifted his beer slightly, as he looked and smiled. I looked back at him with a strange look in my eyes but I could not move. He put the glass to his lips and took a sip, without moving his dark eyes from mine. He saw me stiffen a little and then I turned my eyes from his stare only to be staring at one of the paintings on the wall. I started to blush and I felt like he could read my mind. He continued to watch me at I tried to ignore him.
After a few seconds, I look over in his direction again. He had not moved and was still looking at me. I could not take my eyes from his as he placed the glass to his mouth and took another sip. His lips were full and perfect and I wanted to feel what it was like to kiss him. After he took the sip of his drink he smiled at me and I saw two dimples gracing his cheeks. Then he turns his head to face the bar as if I was never there. I thought to myself I just can’t sit here and stare at that man.
Yes, I like tall men as I have learned it was a fetish for me because most of the men that I have dated since the first one at U.C.L.A were tall. I needed to leave and get my head on straight. I looked back at one of the paintings on the wall as it called out to me “please let me tie you up”. I had to get out of here, I stood up and told my friends that I had to go and grabbed my jacket and scarf and walked out the door.
The cool air hit me as I walked outside and fumbled in my purse to get my keys. I was about to unlock my car door when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to look and it was the man from the bar in the jeans. “I think you forgot this,” he said to me as he held up my silk scarf. “You dropped it as you race out of the bar and it would be a shame if you were to lose such a beautiful thing.” I was paralyzed by his eyes I felt that I was at a lost for words. I just stood there not able to say a word.
He leaned up against me, every so softly he whispers in my ear, “I think, I know what you need?”. I turned and looked at him eye to eye. And “what would that be if you don’t mind’ I asked. He said I saw you looking at the paintings on the wall and I know what you want. With that, he took my scarf and wrapped it around both of my hands tightly and smiled at me. He said, “I know you want it I can smell the passion in you”.
I was taken back and I did not know this man and yes we were in a public parking lot but I was not a happy camper. I tried to take my hands out of the scarf with no luck and tried to hit him with both hands. He put his arms around me and once again whispers in my ear. I’m Alex and you must be? I did not move my lips and I tried to untie the bond that held my hands.
I could feel the heat of his body and smell his cologne and felt his strong legs. I started to tremble in his arms. He said “you’re breathing hard and your body is trembling. I can feel you're wanting this. I saw you when you looked at the paintings and wish that it could be you.” I looked in his eyes my eyes could not lie. I could do nothing but close them so I could hide in my shame. His eyes so blue seemed to tell me that I need this and I needed it bad.
My, my little girl as he stroked my hair like a pet, it’s OK to have needs. I could feel his lips on my ear as he kissed it lightly. “I won’t hurt you I will only give you what you need.” He began to untie my hands and said: “come and have dinner with me”. I just looked at him as he released my hands and did not say a word. He handed me the scarf and said: “you may follow me in your own car if you dare to face what your needs are”.
He walked away and got into a new black Mercedes and started the engine and rolled down the window. “It’s your choice to follow or not but know a great place to eat”. My heart started to beat fast and I rushed into my car and started it up as if I was in a hypnotic dream. I could not believe that I was going to follow a man that I did not know but there was somet
hing about him that was pulling at me.
Out of the parking lot, we drove off and I had no idea where I was going. Was I nuts? Why was I doing this? Was I angry at Alan for standing me up a few days go and not calling? What was my problem why was I following this stranger in cowboy boots. I wanted to turn around and go home but I could not stop myself I had to have him as I thought of his blue eyes. He was a stranger; a stranger was taking me somewhere to have dinner I felt flushed but yet alive. I had a look of quiet desperation in my eyes as I kept driving. I knew in my car I was safe but I did not understand how he could be pulling me into a direction I did not wish to go. It was like I had no free will of my own and it was I guess destiny.
Driving in my car through Beverly Hills and passing Sunset and up the hill, the streets started looking unfamiliar. We drove up the winding road towards the unknown I started to rethink this. The landscape changes from green grass and trees to big rocks and uncut bushes as we pass over Mulholland and up a very narrow street. I could see the rocks and homes below me I knew I could not turn around on this one lane path. What am I doing here? I’m out in nowhere land on this dirt road I thought to myself. What if he was a killer or a rapist or wanted to kidnap me? Did he know who I was and could he hurt me? I think I need to have my head examine and turn round. I said to myself, I’m attracted to him but still I must be nuts to be following him. There are no restaurants up here only houses. I could not stop myself and I still felt his arms around me and my hands being tied up in the scarf. Just the thought of that was arousing something deep inside of me.