Katie has been cutting my hair for 2 years. She was always thoughtful and would take me in right around closing time because I couldn't get there quick enough from work.
We shared a lot in those two years. I felt like I knew her well along with her family and boyfriend. Katie really wasn't my type to date. She was a bit too skinny for my taste. She was kind of the plain Jane type. Which was surprising, because most women in the hair business always seem to change their hair color and wear lots of makeup. The one thing that I found attractive was her slightly larger kissable lips and a pretty smile and long wavy dishwater blonde hair.
Katie seemed to flirt with me a little every now and then. She made it a habit of resting her pussy and slightly grind it against my elbow while cutting my hair. Later I found a lot of girls do it on purpose to increase their tips. But it was nothing serious as I knew she had a boyfriend.
One evening I was getting my hair cut. It was just her and I as usual as the shop closed up and everyone else had gone home. Katie wore a loose fitting V neck blouse and a rather short skirt showing off her long skinny legs.
We had some small talk about work and how one of my roommates had moved out and we were looking for a new roommate. The phone rings after 5 minutes into the hair cut. Katie goes to answer it. She comes back 5 minutes later and she looks upset.
It was her boyfriend and he told her he couldn't go to the concert Saturday.
Katie wet down my hair again and started to cut my hair when she said, "I have two tickets, would you be interested in going to the concert with me?"
I asked her, "Who is playing."
She told me who but I really had not heard of them before plus I knew she was into heavy metal music and I was not. I am thinking I don't like her type of music plus I don't want her getting any ideas I am interested in her.
I quickly think of an excuse and say, "I forgot, we are having a family get together Saturday."
She accepted my excuse and continued to cut my hair when the phone rings again. She excuses herself and leaves.
Katie was gone a long time. Must had been 10 to 15 minutes before she came back. She comes back in and I can tell she had been crying.
Katie said, "Sorry I was gone for so long. It was my boyfriend again." There was a long pause as she just stood there. Then she started to cry. She blubbered out, "He just broke up with me."
All I could say was, "I am sorry Katie. Do you need a hug?"
She shook her head yes and moved into me so I could hug her. She put her head on my shoulder and began to cry. I held her tight and ran my hand up and down her back. She moved up and sat on my lap while I comforted her.
Katie began to hug me back and said, "Thank you Brian, you are so nice." Then she kissed my ear.
Her kiss moved to my cheek. She pulled back a bit then leaned in and kissed me on the lips. She didn't pull back but continued to kiss me. Our mouths parted slightly and our tongues lightly touched. The kissing quickly turned to deep passionate kissing.
Instinct took over and my hand went from her back to her side and my thumb stroked the side of her breast. I could tell she had a padded bra but she moaned slightly as I did this. To me this was the signal I needed to go further.
I moved my hand and cupped her small breast. She started to kiss me with more vigor than before. Katie ran her hand up the back of my hair and pulled me in tight for passionate kissing.
As we kissed I moved my hand inside her V neck blouse under her bra. Katie's breast was smaller than I imagined. She was barley if a B cup at best. But her nipple was rock hard and stuck out about half an inch.
Katie said, "Let's make this more comfortable." Kate got up and turned so she straddled my legs. She reached behind me and untied the apron on me and let it drop to the floor. All I could think of at the time was I wanted to see and play with those hard nipples.
In one easy move I lifted Katie's top and bra off up over her head and dropped it on the floor. Right before me were two light brown hard nipples begging to be sucked. I licked the tip of one nipple gently with just the tip of my tongue. As I did this I looked up to see Katie's eyes slowly roll up and her mouth form an O.
I took her hard nipple between my teeth and gently bit it while I flicked my tongue across it.
Katie said, "Mmmmm god that feels so fucking good."
