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By *anjam OP Man
over a year ago
Sheffield |
Hello. So this is my first attempt at writing a story here. Well I say story but it is a true account of what happened to me when I was just a wee 16 year old and why I always had a thing about going to the hairdressers ever since. Not that I have any need to these days.
When I was 16 my brother who is a good few years older than me was going out with a hairdresser at a salon in the nearby town to where I grew up. His girlfriend was pretty fit but she isn’t the direct reason for my fetish for hairdressers. Basically she was given the opportunity to ‘relaunch’ the salon as the head hairdresser there, and she asked if I would be one of the models for the promotion of it. I was a bit unsure as I knew my mates would rip me a new one for daring to consider myself as a model, but I think she was a bit short for cash and hell, there was a free haircut in it for me.
So my brother said he’s give me a lift to the salon that evening. We were meant to get there for 8pm so the models could all have their haircut and styled in time for the photographer. However, my brother was running late so I didn’t end up getting there until nearer to 8.30. My brother’s girlfriend fired him daggers and then told me to quickly go to the far end of the studio to get my haircut by Vicky. I walked round and pretty quickly realised that Vicky was not only the girl that me and my mates all fancied from a few years above us at school, but also the older sister of a girl I once went out with (but not for long). We both recognised each other and if anything she had gotten even hotter from the last time I saw her.
We started off with polite but very easy going chat. I asked about her sister and at some point I said something along the lines of how you could tell they were related because they look quite alike. At which point she stopped and looked at me via the mirror. And then it suddenly dawned on me that as someone who had gone out with her sister, it sounded like I was saying I fancied her. Which I did, but that wasn’t what I was trying to imply. Being a 16 year old kid I felt my face start to blush, and she just smiled back at me in the mirror and carried on cutting my hair. As she continued I was really trying hard to not notice how her tits kept brushing up against me. Little did I know at the time that she was using her slight age advantage and the fact that I was sat in her chair as quite an erotic power play. All I was busy thinking was about my boner and hoping it would go down before she took off the cape thing one wears when getting their haircut. I can still remember everything so vividly as her body kept interacting with mine in ways that at the time made me feel a confusing mixture of horny, nervous and out of my depth. One time one of her legs came between mine as she parted my knees with her thigh. I was absolutely going crazy inside but I think I managed to keep my composure a little bit. Or at least I thought I did.
Every now and then she would stop cutting my hair and step back to look at her work, but each time she did I noticed she made a point of then looking me in the eye with a smirk on her face. Back then I wasn’t sure if she was flirting with me or just being friendly, but she soon made it VERY clear to me. As she started to brush off any excess hair from me, her hand deliberately stroked it way down my front and I almost yelped as she suddenly had my throbbing bulge in her hand through the cape. She squeezed it hard and then said to me quietly “How about I give you a lift home after this”
I can’t remember exactly what I said in response and the actual photo shoot became a bit of a blur. All I can remember is that occasionally she would say hang on and then quickly come in to make adjustments to my hair, standing really close to me as she did and giving me all kinds of cheeky glances.
After the shoot I took her up on her offer for a lift home and she played it so perfectly. She acted as if a nothing had happened and was chatting away totally normal. My mind was going crazy to the point where I was beginning to wonder if she actually changed her mind or even worse didn’t realise what she had done earlier. I was 16 okay, give me some slack
Anyway we went past her house to get to mine and she said she had to quickly nip in to get something. When she got back she opened up her door, sat back down and looked me straight in the eye and said, “I was hoping they’d all be in bed, but they’re not. So you’ll just have to get your cock out for me here”. I can’t even begin to explain the rush of excitement I got when she said that, and before I could undo my jeans, her hands were there yanking at my belt as we started kissing like crazy. Pretty soon she was topless and sucking me like crazy. The first time I came she sucked it all up and then told me to finger her. As I obliged she was talking all kinds of dirt to me and said that I came more than any bloke she’s been with before and she loved it. She came really hard and before I could start to worry about how suspicious we looked (we were literally parked on the side of the road outside her house, where my ex girlfriend was too don’t forget) she said she wanted more of my cum and started to suck and wank me again. This time she made sure that I didn’t cum in her mouth as she said she wanted to see me. I shot another huge load over the dashboard and my ‘king shot’ even reached the windscreen. She loved it.
After that we had a really funny, honest and dirty chat as she drove me home. She told me not to tell anyone as my brother’s girlfriend would likely fire her if she found out. Ever since then I’ve been hypersensitive whenever I got my haircut. Everything about sitting in that chair whilst a good looking lass touches my hair would trigger me with thoughts of that night. Probably a good thing now that my hairdresser is just a pair of clippers kept at home.
Anyway, let me know if you like my first sharing. I have more stuff I can share if anyone is interested? |
