Chapter 1
I arrived for my haircut after working out at the club. I noticed after showering, that I had forgotten to bring a change of clothes, and had to put on a spare t-shirt and sweat pants, sneakers, and nothing else. I felt a bit bare, but I didn't have time to swing by home before my appointment. It was late in the day, and I figured there wouldn't be too many people around to see me in my "Saturday morning, cutting the grass" outfit. When I looked around the salon, I could tell right away that I was correct in my assumption. Most of the staff had already left, and it looked like there was only one other customer besides me, and it was a guy. So I was underdressed. No one would care.
Denise invited me back and she washed my hair. Denise has been cutting my hair for a few years now. She's divorced with a couple kids, but being good at her job, she knows the importance of talking casually with her clients and that means flirting with the guys. She's good at it, and I had acquired a kind of thing for her recently. As I laid back in the chair, Denise sprayed my hair with water and then rubbed in shampoo. As she worked it in, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations from my scalp. You have to admit, there aren't many things more relaxing than having someone else wash your hair. My mind began to drift and I thought about how this would be great if toped off with a massage. Having a woman move her hands all over my body, getting me more relaxed and more aroused at the same time. I hadn't gotten laid in more than a week, and it was starting to wear on me. Too many thoughts about sex messing up everyday activities. It suddenly dawned on me that I was getting aroused. And then it dawned on me that I was not properly dressed to be getting aroused!!! With only sweatpants and no underwear, I imagine Denise was getting a pretty good show. But in reality, I found out only later just how good a view she had. I've always been fairly well endowed, running about 6" when flaccid, and nearly double that when hard. Denise continued to jabber on about this and that while I nodded and uh huhed. Before I knew it, my hair was rinsed and I was on my way to Denise's chair for my cut.
As I settled in and Denise arranged her instruments, my thoughts again moved to sex. I now had an opportunity to check out Denise. She is kind of stocky but very cute: short brown hair and brown eyes, probably 5'2", I would guess 125lbs, and the best part: she definitely had Ds on top. I could tell from how her shirt and bra held them, that there was probably more there than appeared. Once released, there was probably a lot to have fun with. She was wearing jeans shorts and a tight v-necked t-shirt. She leaned over to look in a drawer and her shorts rode up her ass. It was definitely not the ass of an athlete, but that didn't bother me. I've always found a curves to be sexy. Twiggy thin women have never been my turn-on. I also noticed that through the mirror I had a perfect view down her shirt. What a beautiful set of round ones she had. That gorgeous offering of tit flesh just begged to be touched and suckled. I wondered what her nipples looked like? Were they large with pronounced points? I always loved the look of those magazine models with puffy nipples and big peaks. I wondered what that would feel like in my mouth. Or maybe Denise's were small and dainty? Almost no areolae and just a nub of a nipple. Can you tell I'm a definite tit man?
The thought of all these questions got me excited, and I could feel myself starting to get hard. Normally, I would simply adjust in my seat, and that would be that. But due to my lack of planning earlier in the day, I was wearing nothing but sweat pants. As my penis grew, It created a very noticeable lump. I was in a bad spot because there was simply no way to hide it. There was nothing yet covering me and if I didn't have something soon, there was going to be quite a protrusion from my crotch. Denise looked up from the drawer and our eyes met. I could tell that she had caught me looking down her top. She smiled and stood up. She pulled from the drawer a smock, opened it, and snapped into the air to spread it across my chest. I breathed a sigh of relief as she walked around me to clasp the material behind my neck. That left the lump in my pants sufficiently covered to provide me some time for cooling off.
As my haircut began, Denise ran the scissors and her hands through my hair, cutting away all that was not needed. In doing so, she reached across me several times, and her breasts rubbed against my shoulders. They were soft and firm, but I wished I could feel them with a part of my body that had more of a sense of touch! After several of these brushes, I started to get the feeling that she was doing it on purpose. Was she trying to turn me on? At one point, while reaching across me, she dropped her scissors and reached quickly to catch them. In doing so, her right tit pushed into my cheek and I could feel a hardness that must have been a nipple. She apologized and went on as if nothing had happened. All this tit rubbing was not helping me cool off.
While all this was going on, I couldn't help but allow my hands to wander to my crotch. It was just itching for some manual manipulation. With only sweats on, it was easy to provide some needed stroking. Before long, my cock was extending down my pant leg. Since all this was covered by the smock, I figured I was safe in enjoying myself.
Denise stepped in front of me to clip the front and I noticed that her nipples were getting hard. I guess she was brushing them against me on purpose. From the look of them, her nipples were large. You know, the big nubby type, probably 3/4 of an inch in diameter. The bumps sticking out from her chest were quite pronounced. My hard-on was becoming a reality now. I couldn't help but keep pulling on my dick as I enjoyed this wonderful show.
Then it occurred to me: I'm sitting here in a public establishment jerking off. Was I out of my mind? And it was not as if I could hide the evidence when I eventually stood up. My hard-on was going to be apparent to anyone who even glanced my way. There would be simply no way to hide it.
"Denise! Tommy and I are taking off. See you tomorrow!" Kim, the last of Denise's co-workers was leaving. I had thought the guy with her was a client, but Denise explained that Tommy was her boyfriend. We both heard the back door slam and the salon was suddenly quiet. Denise excused herself to go lock up the front door since there were no more customers due for the day. When she returned, the mood became even more suggestive.
As she walked back to the chair, I watched her in the mirror. Her tits swayed with every step and her nipples were more than pronounced; They looked like they were straining to get out of that bra. I slowly stroked my stiff one as she approached.
Denise suddenly slowed as her eyes locked on my lap. It occurred to me that she must be able to see what I was doing. Oh shit, I thought. Denise resumed her approach and came up behind me. She leaned down and whispered in my ear.
"Is there any chance that you=re playing with yourself under there?"
I blushed but didn't answer.
"When I was washing your hair I could have sworn I saw a good sized lump in your pants and it really turned me on. As I've been cutting your hair, I've brushed against you a couple times and its making me horny beyond belief. So if you're touching yourself, it's fine with me."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She WAS turned on and she HAD been intentionally rubbing her tits on me. "When you were washing my hair it was so relaxing that I started to get a little excited. Then I noticed that your nipples were hard and I couldn't help but start touching myself." With that I started stroking myself under the smock and the motion was obvious to us both.
"Please let me see you?"
"What do you want to see?"
