Pressure

I hated getting my hair cut but it desperately needed something done and I hadn’t had it cut since she’d left.  I always felt anxious about having my hair done, maybe it was about someone strange touching me, I don’t know but it wasn’t my favourite thing to do.

So there I was after a really busy day sitting in the chair waiting to have my hair washed.  Of course I’d buggered up and got the wrong time so I was half hour late and now had to wait.  Sitting listening to the sound of the dryers above the music I found myself nodding off it had been a really long day.

I jumped as I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders.  “Can I just wash your hair miss?”  She took me over to the far basin and I realised that the salon was empty apart from us.  As I sat there my legs came up on the electric chair until I was almost horizontal and my neck rested on the basin. 

“Are you comfortable?” I nodded; I hated even the small talk I was expected to take part in at the hairdressers.  I wasn’t going on holiday this year I had just recently split with my girlfriend and my work was shit.

As she began to wash my hair I felt myself move in the chair with the strength of the movements she was eliciting with her small hands.  “Is that pressure all right?”  She asked as I murmured my assent.  As she massaged the shampoo into my hair the tingles began and all the hairs on my body began to stand on end all over.  I cleared my throat and shifted in the seat as she rinsed the shampoo off and started again massaging my scalp all over.

Lifting my head she rinsed off the base of my neck lightly massing it at the same time.  I felt my body tingle all the way to my knees and found myself curling my toes and sighing out loud.  She kept rinsing, her hands strong and firm pressing against my scalp slowly relaxing me to my very core and making me forget that this was a stranger massaging me.

As she began to put the conditioner on I felt as though I could fall fast asleep I was so relaxed.  She began to massage in earnest again checking that the pressure was alright but this time her breasts resting on the top of my head.  I couldn’t speak I didn’t want to ruin the moment it wasn’t every day I had a young woman’s breasts resting on my head or had a massage for that matter.

She almost threw me about the chair with the strength she had in her hands and as she massaged my neck and I felt all my tensions float away I prayed for her not to stop.  As she led me back to my chair I realised that there was not even a receptionist still in the place.  As I turned around to look at her she seemed to read my mind.

“I sent everyone home since you are the last for the evening.  Do you fancy a glass of wine? I live upstairs and a have few bottles upstairs?”  I found myself nodding despite that fact that I had my car and had to drive home.  She was gone barely a minute when she came back and appeared in the mirror holding up a bottle of white and bottle of red.  “I never asked what you preferred!”  She laughed.

“Red thanks, this is very kind of you and especially since I was so late for my appointment.” 

“Think nothing of it” She said “As I’m only upstairs it’s less of an issue for me to stay late if need be.” 

As we discussed the style she kept running her hands through my hair which was driving me insane sending shivers up and down my spine.  I gulped away at the wine trying to distract myself from the way my body was responding to her touch.  As she began to cut my hair she leant into me her crotch pressed against me, first my arm then my knee then my arm again.  I could feel the heat radiating from her knowing that this was replicated by my crotch.

I went to take a gulp of my wine only to realise that I had finished the glass already.  As I looked up from the glass she was staring back at me her crotch pressed back against my leg.  Reaching behind she lifted the bottle and filled my glass without looking away from my gaze.  I looked back down at the glass it had been a long time since I had been with anyone else, I was worried I was misreading the signs here.

“Ok, well I’ll just dry this through and then cut more into it then ok?”  I nodded as her hands rested on my shoulders and she looked at me in the mirror.  “You really are tense you know, you should get your boyfriend” and at this she gave me a questioning look to which I shook my head.  “Well your girlfriend to give you a proper massage.”

“We’ve just split up, well nearly six months ago now…….” My voice trailed off and I took a gulp of my wine again as she smiled.  As the glass came down from my lips she took it out of my hands and placed it in front of me by the bottle and I felt my heart begin to thump louder and louder.  She then squeezed my shoulders and began to massage them making all of my hairs stand on end again and when I looked at my arms I could see them standing up.

She worked her way onto my neck and head again and I felt myself begin to relax again.  As I closed my eyes I felt her breath on my neck and as my hairs stood to reach out to it I sighed loudly.  She didn’t touch my skin with her lips just her breath and I could feel my crotch begin to dampen the further she moved around my neck.  As I opened my eyes she was staring straight at me as her hand snaked around my shoulder and down my front pulling aside the gown and going inside my shirt. 

As her hand pulled on my nipple she continued to stared at me in the mirror and breath onto my neck but now her tongue began to trail through the hair that was standing on end keeping it there as I gasped for breath.  Just as I began to think I couldn’t take it anymore she twirled the chair around and pulled the back down so that I was reclining.  Straddling me she began to kiss me softly before passion overtook us both and our tongues grappled with each other fighting to take control.  I fought with her clothes grasping at her buttons eventually giving up and pulling her shirt apart making the buttons fly everywhere with desperation to get at her tits.

I pulled her towards me so that I could feel my face in them and hold her there for a moment before covering one with my mouth.  As I made her nipple hard she arched her back groaning and I thought that she might be about to come already.  As she arched her back her hand slipped down the waistband of my trousers where she found me wet and swollen.  As she first finger found its way inside me she breathed into my mouth and I inhaled sharply in surprise as she inserted the rest of her fingers and used her thumb to rub against my clit.

As I struggled to back away from her and what felt too much too soon she began to fuck me all the while exploring my mouth with her tongue.  As her thumb pressed against my clit again and again I felt the trembling begin as I clenched around her hand and cried out into her mouth.

After she finished styling my hair I got up ready to go but as I made my way to the door behind her she put out the lights and taking my hand led me to the back stairs which led to her flat. 

I like to have my hair done these days but then only if my wife does it.  Mind you she doesn’t trust anyone else after that night we had together and I don’t let her have any other late night customers!