This won’t happen in a million years, but this is what I want tonight.
Work ends at 6:00 and I am on the 6:20 bus.
I sit next to the beautiful brunette with the pin-curl hair and the funky necklace.
We flirt, we talk, and she leans into me as the bus makes the sharp corner just before getting on the freeway. As the centrifugal force presses her body in to mine I turn my body away from hers, allowing her to press her chest against my broad back. Since Daryl is driving the corner is long and hard and I feel you body’s curves in great detail. As we come out of the corner, your right hand grabs my left thigh, and you hold on to keep from sliding into the aisle of the bus.
As the bus heads west, chasing the setting sun, we enter the
My head reeling, my body hardening, we sit, just 5 feet away from each other, and smile like delinquents who have just stolen their first car.
She smiles at me again as she slips her iPod headphones on and closes her eyes.
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I exit the bus in the blazing sun and hop in to my car. A coupon for Sports Clips, a local barbershop, is under the wiper blades blocks my view. I check out my coif in the rear-view mirror and then check my Blackberry for my evening schedule. It’s clear, so I pull the coupon in to the car, dial the number, and head their way. They answer and I ask if Jenny is available. Hearing a “Yes” makes me change directions in the parking lot and head out to 22 and Oak for a visit to my favorite cutter.
All the girls there wear the same outfit, tight black shorts with referee shirts. Jenny also sports a long blonde ponytail, and never fails to look fantastic. “Welcome Back to Sports Clips!” she yells out, keeping with the corporate mandated greeting. I give her a high-five and head towards her chair, slipping her my coupon along the way.
“You know this only covers the cut.” She giggles.
“I know,” and I slip her a $20. “This is for the shampoo girl.”
“That would be
We take the shampoo station in the back left, the darkest and most private booth. I sit down in the patent leather chair and get comfortable. She removes the armrest on her side of the chair and turn on the hot water. Standing close to me she asks if I want Almond or Mint, but she already has the Almond oil in her hand. She infuses the washcloth with the scented lotion and whispers in my ear that she’ll be right back.
I lay back with the piping hot cloth over my eyes and I let my mind wander back to the gentle touch of the girl on the bus. So bold for a first meeting, such promise for the second.
I feel Jenny’s hands massaging the day’s tension away and then I feel her right hip brush against the back of my hand as it rests on my thigh. I move it out of the way and she leans against my leg, connecting our bodies. My hand has no where to rest, so I raise it slightly and hook my pinky into the waistband of her shorts, allowing the weight of my hand to pull them down an inch, revealing that she going commando once again.
"Don't be naughty," she sighs, "there are still kids out front."
"OK" I reply with a slight mocking tone.
I lift my hand up and move it outward, brushing the skin of her stomach left exposed by the short belly-shirt, and with one swift motion, place it high on her thigh, deep between her legs.
Startled, but not surprised, her hands freeze for a moment and then go back to their sensuous job of washing my hair. My hand rests upon the bare skin of her upper thigh, and I feel her turn toward me while opening her legs, so that my thumb brushes lightly against the front of her shorts. Taking the invitation, I my hand higher until it slips under the hem of her shorts, into the crease between her thigh and her body. I discover that she is not going commando, but is wearing the thinnest hint of silk, the smallest thong covers her shaved body.
"Oh shit" she gasps and her body freezes again.
"Should I stop?" I whisper
My thumb presses firmly on the black fabric of her shorts. My fingers turned to face up, stretching the black material to give me access. My thumb, hungry for more, slips under her shorts and rests on top of the thin silk panties that are already feeling damp. My index finger slides deep between her cheeks and finds the thin string of her thong and presses it aside, slipping under to caress her tight rear pucker, and the soft lips of her opening.
"Are we safe?" I ask. Her eyes quickly scan the shampoo room and she sees that we are still alone so she nods her head. I see her biting her lip to keep from making any more noise. Her hands are still entwined with my hair but they are no longer moving, they merely grip my locks for support and she leans toward me and spreads her legs even further. This is my cue to go in for more and I slip my thumb under her panties, directly on her clit, and I begin to circle. My fingers slip easily into her wet pussy as my thumb attacks her clit.
Jenny begins to breathe heavily and I feel her hips thrusting against my penetrating fingers and my attacking thumb. She loves to cum in public, and I know that she gets off on getting off at work. My fingers swirl and plunge and penetrate her wetness as my thumb flicks and spins and presses on her engorged bundle of nerves.
She turns her body toward me and backs up 6 inches to give me better access. Even in the dark I am obviously aroused in the sight of my hand disappearing up under this hot blonde girl’s shorts makes me harder still.
"Are you ready to cum? I ask
She nods her head silently. She removes her hands from my hair, hastily drying them on a nearby towel, and places one hand on my shoulder, and one hand on my hip so that she will not lose her balance when her orgasm hits. I take her by the wrist and move the hand by my hip to my body and she squeezes my cock through my thin slacks. I chuckled to myself, thinking that I am happy to be wearing black slacks instead of my more common tan khakis.
"Now?" I ask in a sexy whisper.
"Now." She replies in a his and my hungry fingers press deeper into her body, crushing her clit into her pubic bone and lifting so hard that her feet almost come off the ground. Three full fingers penetrate her as her orgasm stars to wind itself up from her toes, building through her weak knees, and her quivering thighs. Her hand clamps tightly around my cock, and though distracted by her own exploding pleasure, she remembers to squeeze in stroke me in return.
Her orgasm rocks her from head to toe. Her hand quivers, jerks and twitches as she tries to keep a hold of my erection but it is a lost cause and she lets go and leans against me for support. She tries to apologize for letting go at that crucial moment but I just laugh and whisper to and tell her to keep on cumming. I feel my hand, my fingers being squeezed by the spasms of her inner muscles.
Her juices flow and her fragrance fills the air of the shampoo room. Her body shivers and skips while little yelps escape from her clenched teeth. She begins to regain her composure, and gently presses on my wrist, telling me that she is too sensitive for more, and I withdraw my hand from under her shorts, from within, and from under the panties now drenched.
She places one hand on my head, gently stroking my hair back into place though it is still damp from the shampoo. Her other hand returns to my body and begins to gently stroke me up and down. I put my free hand on her hip and draw her closer, not for more touching, but to bring her close, to increase the intimacy of our moment together. She looks down at me and smiles knowing that her hand is bringing me close to my own climax.
“Now?” She asks.
"Now." I respond, and I let my orgasm begin. She holds me with a light touch, with almost no movement of her own. She likes to feel me cum, to feel my body swell and ejaculate. I know she hates that word, but that is what she likes, she likes to feel my cum come out.
Laying back in the soft leather chair, one hand in my hair, and her other hand gently stroking me to a beautiful orgasm, all I can do is look up her look up at her and smile. As my body calms down she uses her thumb to stroke the last few drops of cum out of my softening penis. She says that she likes that moment too, the moment when it is done, when the climax is over, and she gets to squeeze the last drop out and taste it for herself.
She leans in and kisses me gently, with just a hint of tongue, and whispers in my ear, "Thank you."
Getting back to business, she rinses the last of the shampoo out of my hair, wraps my head in a towel, and helps me stand up.
"Follow me to my chair," she says with a giggle, “and will get you finished."
I walk through the door of my house and drop my keys in the dish on the antique table that my mother-in-law bought me for Christmas. My wife takes one look at me and asks, "Why do you keep your hair so short? It looks good when it is longer."
"I don't know," I say, "I just like getting my haircut."