She had cut his hair a few times before, when he needed a trim and Barb, the woman who had been cutting his hair for the past eight years, was unavailable. So he wasn't really disappointed when the shop called and told him Barb had gone home feeling ill, and asked if Nicole could fill in. He didn't even mind when they asked if he could come in later, at 6:30, since her schedule was already filled for the day with her usual customers. The only regret was that he enjoyed admiring the reflection in the mirror of her figure from across the room while Barb cut his hair.
Nicole was a beautiful young woman, late twenties, tall for her size, with gorgeous long legs, perfect B-cup breasts that the top of her smock hugged tantalizing, and a perfect heart shaped ass that she must have been very proud of, judging from the tight skirts and pants that seemed to be her preferred work uniform. Beautiful shoulder length chestnut hair (what else would you expect from a professional hair stylist?) framed her lovely face and were a nice contrast to her piercing blue eyes. He had fantasized often about her while sitting in the barber chair across the room, but rarely spoke to her other than the times she had filled in to give him a trim.
He arrived a few minutes before 6:30 and the receptionist asked him to wait, but after just a few minutes, she swept into the lobby and greeted Matt Roberts with a warm smile and escorted him into the salon. The receptionist called out after them that she was done for the day and was heading home. Nicole yelled an acknowledgement over her shoulder as they walked back to the hair washing stations.
As they walked to the sinks, he noticed she was wearing a thin, flowing sleeveless dress that showed off her lovely figure wonderfully. She also wore some high platform sandals that helped to display her shapely calves as she walked. He was mesmerized as he followed her across the shop.
He sat and she wrapped a towel around his neck, then draped a cape over him. He leaned back, and once the water was perfect, she began to wash his hair. Once she had him well lathered up, she began to massage his scalp with her long, elegant fingers. The feeling was beyond wonderful, and as he lay there enjoying the feeling of her fingers and the faint smell of her perfume, he began to feel his face flush slightly, and could feel a certain swelling in the crotch of his jeans. As she rinsed the shampoo from his hair with the hose, she came around to the side of the chair, and leaned across him to rinse the opposite side. When she did, her right breast lightly grazed his shoulder, which was enough to turn the stirring in his pants into a full on, raging hard-on. He was grateful for the cape right about then so that the bulge in his pants wouldn't be obvious to her.
Once she finished drying his hair, they walked together to her station, chatting idly as they did. He did his best to ensure the cape concealed his throbbing cock, and sat quickly in the barber chair. While she cut, they continued talking, and he even imagined she might be flirting with him a bit, but he quickly dismissed it as wishful thinking. She was faster at cutting than Barb, and had him back to his usual clean cut in no time. Which was a pity, because he enjoyed being close to her, and enjoyed even more admiring the view of her firm breasts through the arm holes of her sleeveless dress as she lifted her arms up to cut his hair. It was enough that he remained rock hard the entire time she was cutting his hair. He began to worry about how he would conceal his arousal when she was done and it was time for him to leave!
