I walked into the hair salon late on a Monday night and was surprised and delighted to find a pretty, obviously pregnant, woman behind the till. I have always had a thing for pregnant women and the thought of having one cut my hair thrilled me. Looking up from her book she smiled and stood, her belly bulging out before her.
"I could use a trim." I told her, smiling inside at my double entendra.
"That is what got me in this condition in the first place." she laughed.
I laughed along with her, thinking, wow she got me, as she asked if I wanted a wash first. I nodded my approval. I wanted as much time as possible with this beauty. She led me to the sink and sat me down, lowering my head to rest my neck on the sink. She ran the water and I felt her hands combing it through my hair. She lathered up and chatted lightly while I was in full appreciation of her swaying breasts in front of my eyes, moving and shifting with her vigorous washing.
Too quickly finished for my liking she then led me to her chair asking what I wanted in a cut. I thought for a moment, debating with myself. I really needed a cut but was thinking that if I barely got a haircut then I may be able to enjoy her again before she took her leave.
"Just a little trim." I told her as I sat down.
She moved in behind me and began brushing my hair back; I felt the back of my head graze her breasts with each stroke and allowed myself the pleasure of feeling her against me. She then took her scissors and comb and began trimming the side of my head, her stomach pressed against my arm as she moved and shifted.
I could feel the heat of her body when she leaned into me and was excited, glad for the covering of the bib that covered the growing bulge in my jeans.
She moved around the chair and again I felt her belly and breasts brushing against me. I smiled and said to her, "Must be tough to get close enough to do your job, huh?"
She laughed and blushed slightly, then said "I hope you don't mind contact with a preggo, because my arms are too short to get far enough away."
I smiled at her and said "actually, I rather like it." Taking my arm out from under the covering I held my hand out towards her belly. "May I?" I asked. "I have never felt a pregnant stomach before."
She laughed, "Usually it is little old ladies asking to touch me, but ok, go deep." she said, not realizing what she had just invited me to do.
My mind raced, wondering if I really had the guts to do what I was dying to do. I placed the palm of my hand just under her breasts and stroked in a circular motion, then looking her directly in the eye I placed the back of my hand against her maternity dress and let it drift down. I felt her protruding belly button under my fingers as they drifted south.
My mouth dry I continued the stroke, past her belly until my fingers could feel the heat of her pussy. I paused and pressed. She lifted an eyebrow and said "If you continue like that you will probably get the worst haircut of your life."
I swallowed hard and rubbed my knuckles against her. Looking up I answered "that is a chance I am willing to take." and let my hand drop to the hemline of her dress.
My fingers first grasped her dress, and then slowly went to the inside of her leg; she was cool against my hot hand as I pressed my palm into her skin and slowly started to draw it up. She shivered at the contact, not drawing away.
My hand worked its way up her sensitive inner thigh. Lightly caressing until my forefinger was against her panties. I rubbed the fabric into her pussy while my thumb sought out the button of her clit.
Her hand went to my shoulder as she leaned into my hand. My fingers pushed her panties aside and felt the smoothness of naked skin. My finger parted her lips and I felt her shudder.
"Wait" she said, taking my wrist in her hand and removing it from her pussy.
Disappointed, I let her remove my hand but was instantly mollified when she walked away and put the closed sign on the door, locked it, and closed the blinds. Walking back to me she blushed and said "I really need this. My husband hasn't touched me since I began to show and you are making me feel so desirable."
"Oh fuck" I said. "You have no idea how beautiful you are."
She moved to stand in front of me; seated in her workplace chair, I leaned forward and put my hands on each of her knees. I lifted her dress to her hips and worked my thumbs under her panties, sliding them down her legs until she was able to step out of them.
I directed her with my hands to the side of the chair until I was able to get one hand between her legs again. She sighed when my hand went directly up to her moistening pussy, spreading her legs to allow me better access.
My hand massaged her, thumb on her clit and fingers parting her lips I moistened myself with her juices.
"I am going to fuck you with my fingers." I told her, my work hardened hand spreading her lips. I slipped my middle finger inside her and felt her clutch my shoulder. "I am going to fuck you with my fingers and then fuck you with my cock."
