In our neighbourhood, we've got a pretty good hairdresser. Nothing special but a good haircut for a reasonable price. The owner is a man but all of his staff are women. And the most striking of them is Kimberly. Nice and young, lovely figure, friendly face, pleasantly chatty and she knows her business.
I prefer and like to be cut by Kim and the reason for that goes beyond her looks. Her chitchat never surpasses what's on sale and which music she's added to her playlist. But last time I was able to steer the subject in a provoking manner.
One doesn't really need a reservation but it helps reduce the risk of waiting. I only use my first name and they weren't used to that. It's because the majority of the clientele are elderly. I'm not a youngster anymore, Kimberly could have been my daughter but she's old and independent enough to decide for herself. But here's the thing.
Kim has an alluring habit when she's working. I'm not sure if she does it with all her customers but when she was cutting my hair, she leaned against me, applying a slight rhythmic movement against the chair, my shoulder, my arm. And my arm is about the height of her underbelly. I didn't really notice at first but when I did, there was no mistake and I was unable to ignore it. It's incredibly erotic for me to have her press that intimate part of her body against... well, my elbow, but still.
In fact, I was looking forward to my haircut, even turning it into a monthly routine, becoming a regular of hers. All because of her eroticizing habit.
Recently I wanted my monthly appointment but requested the end of the Friday afternoon... because of my work. And with Kim of course.
As I sat down in her seat, she said she was flattered by my request. I had the lame excuse that she must know my spiky hair better than the rest by now and that I found that useful. She beamed and got to work right away.
And before long, she did indeed lean against me in her peculiar way. Our conversation started up. She was quite the loud talker and I needed to bring the volume down to realize my evil plan. I started to use a hushed voice and that worked remarkably well. She spoke much softer, even bending towards me some to hear what I had to say
Let's describe what she was wearing that day.
All employees wear a black polo shirt with the name and logo on the breast. Kim had black leggings on that displayed her legs well. It was also clear she was wearing a string under it. She wore it well.
The leggings don't hide a firm, muscular butt, not bubbly but present.
Her polo hung from her breast straight down, so she's probably got a nice C size and I don't expect a tummy worth mentioning. With her bending forward, I caught a glimpse of her feminine globes packed in black lace. The view invoked a reaction in my loins. This reality got my fantasy running wild. I'm not sure if Kim caught my mischievous looks but it seemed like she was bending over in my direction more often than needed. It sent a sizzling pleasure through my body and it built up a horny itch in my lower belly.
Time to put my plan into action. Again she leaned against my shoulder and very gently I pushed it out, creating some contra pressure. Kim moved forward a bit so rapidly but inconspicuously I stuck out my elbow a bit. She just moved over and leaned against it softly. The mirror confirmed what I thought I felt (the senses in my elbow don't match my fingertips): she was gently humping her pussy against my elbow. I carefully but noticeably repositioned myself in the chair, intending to stick my elbow out a bit further. She stayed in her place but pressed her crotch noticeably more forcefully against my protruding arm.
Understand that all this was not visible to the other people in the room, since the poncho (or cape) that covered my clothes against the cut hairs prevented this. In addition, the position of the other client was directly on the other side of a pillar. So, although there were quite a few mirrors there as well, no direct view of us was possible.
Kim walked over to the other side and there I also stuck my elbow out, of which she seemed to eagerly make use.
Meanwhile, we engaged in small talk while she repeatedly offered me that groin-warming view... and feeling, pushing her sex against my elbow, which does feel nice and warm.
Next phase, next topic of conversation.
I asked her: "Have you gathered that there's another reason, besides your skill, that I request my hair be cut by you?"
Kim stopped cutting and looked at me via the mirror "Do tell." she said.
"It's actually rather obvious. As far as I'm concerned you're really good looking, I fancy you." I admitted.
Kim looked at me mischievously and said: "Aw, that's so sweet." She continued her work and also continued to lean up against my elbow with her lower tummy. I looked at her in the mirror and couldn't help noticing how her nipples became visible through the fabric of her polo shirt... >I'm moaning in my mind< It was obvious she was excited.
"You probably hear this more often, that men prefer their hair cut by you?" I ventured.
"Well, not that often. Just the occasional old guy making a smart-ass remark. All of my regulars are women and they don't come out like that." she smirked. I grinned back.
"Am I your first male regular?"
"If you ask for me more often, you will be." she said with a big smile.
As with most people, wearing a smile on a happy face makes one beautiful. And Kim was no exception. "Your smile shines like a ray of sunshine in spring." I said.
"Stop it." she said, leaning back (without breaking the intimate connection) and slapping my shoulder.
A little bit softer, I said: "What would you say if I told you that when I'm sitting here, I fantasize about you."
She froze and looked at me in the mirror. I was very aware of her warmth against my elbow but didn't move a muscle.
After a short pause, she said with a held-back voice: "What are you telling me now?"
