OOC: Just a quick note. Looking for two ladies to join in on this one. If it goes on past the initial setting we can wing it from there.
Well, two months have gone by again and my hair is getting out of hand again. I've been growing this ponytail for almost ten years now but keep the rest of my hair trimmed to look professional.
I set up an appointment for as late as possible with my local hair stylist's, explaining I had to make it for after work. Angela, the shop owner said it was no problem, she knew me as a regular now. She closes at 7 p.m. usually but would make an exception for me.
Arriving at 7:15 she has already pulled the roll down gates on the storefront so I go around to the delivery entrance as she instructed me to. Ringing the bell I hear someone call "Who is it?"
"It's Steve Peterson, I made an appointment with Angela for a little trim."
The door opens and I am greeted by a young blonde girl. About 5'2" with maybe a few more curves than a girl her age usually has, in all the right places.
"I'm Susie, my Mom is letting me work for her while I'm home from college" she introduces herself as she leads me into the shop. "She just finished locking up and told me to listen for your arrival."
Watching her round little butt sway as we go she calls out "Mom, Mr. Peterson is here." Angela is on the phone at her desk up front, her hand on her hip as she holds the phone to one ear. "O.K. Susie, I'll be right with you as soon as I'm done switching the phones over to the answering service, why don't you get started washing his hair." she calls out.
"Hey Angie, Susie here tells me she's your daughter and she's in college" I call to her. "How can such a young woman have a child in college already!"
She smiles and winks at me, responding as usual to my casual flirtations. I usually end up with one of her employees working on my hair. Often I have fantasized watching her move about in her short skirts and low cut blouses that I would have her leaning over me and moving around me while I got my cut. Today I guess I finally get to have her up close and intimate.
Susie guides me to my chair and leans it back. Her cut-off shirt rises as she ties an apron around my neck and I catch just a glimpse of the bottom of a white lacy bra before she pulls away. "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree" I think to myself as I notice how full her breasts really are.
As she turns on the water my eyes are drawn to her exposed belly and start to wander upward as she adjusts the temperature. Feeling an uncontrollable twitch in my jeans, I'm glad for the apron and try to relax as Susie begins to stokes my hair in the water.
Well, two months have gone by again and my hair is getting out of hand again. I've been growing this ponytail for almost ten years now but keep the rest of my hair trimmed to look professional.
I set up an appointment for as late as possible with my local hair stylist's, explaining I had to make it for after work. Angela, the shop owner said it was no problem, she knew me as a regular now. She closes at 7 p.m. usually but would make an exception for me.
Arriving at 7:15 she has already pulled the roll down gates on the storefront so I go around to the delivery entrance as she instructed me to. Ringing the bell I hear someone call "Who is it?"
"It's Steve Peterson, I made an appointment with Angela for a little trim."
The door opens and I am greeted by a young blonde girl. About 5'2" with maybe a few more curves than a girl her age usually has, in all the right places.
"I'm Susie, my Mom is letting me work for her while I'm home from college" she introduces herself as she leads me into the shop. "She just finished locking up and told me to listen for your arrival."
Watching her round little butt sway as we go she calls out "Mom, Mr. Peterson is here." Angela is on the phone at her desk up front, her hand on her hip as she holds the phone to one ear. "O.K. Susie, I'll be right with you as soon as I'm done switching the phones over to the answering service, why don't you get started washing his hair." she calls out.
"Hey Angie, Susie here tells me she's your daughter and she's in college" I call to her. "How can such a young woman have a child in college already!"
She smiles and winks at me, responding as usual to my casual flirtations. I usually end up with one of her employees working on my hair. Often I have fantasized watching her move about in her short skirts and low cut blouses that I would have her leaning over me and moving around me while I got my cut. Today I guess I finally get to have her up close and intimate.
Susie guides me to my chair and leans it back. Her cut-off shirt rises as she ties an apron around my neck and I catch just a glimpse of the bottom of a white lacy bra before she pulls away. "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree" I think to myself as I notice how full her breasts really are.
As she turns on the water my eyes are drawn to her exposed belly and start to wander upward as she adjusts the temperature. Feeling an uncontrollable twitch in my jeans, I'm glad for the apron and try to relax as Susie begins to stokes my hair in the water.