After Hours Haircut [Erotic Short]

After Hours Haircut

I walk past a large shop window, the streetlight illuminating my reflection in the glass. A man inside catches my eye. He's tall, tan, handsome, and I stop suddenly, pretending to check my phone as I sneak a peak through my peripheral vision. I just got my hair done a couple weeks ago, and it looks like the guy is cleaning up the shop. But I can't help thinking about his hands in my hair. I'm a bit embarrassed about it, but I have a thing for people touching my hair. It's not like anyone needs to know about it though, I don't act weird during a haircut or anything...
The guy looks up and catches my eye, smiling at me. He comes to the door and I feel a little rush of... I don't know. Excitement? Anxiety? It's hard to tell. He unlocks the door and opens it partly, giving me a dashing smile.
"Are you Katherine?" he asks.
"Uh, no?" I reply, putting my phone away.
"Oh, sorry about that. My last client was supposed to be someone named Katherine twenty minutes ago. I thought maybe you were her, running late."
"Oh, no sorry," I reply, running a hand through my dark hair. Maybe I could get it cut a bit shorter, now that I think of it, it's almost summer and my hair is so thick it's a real pain in the ass in the heat. "Do you have a free slot though?" I ask before I can think it through.
"Well, I don't think Katherine is showing up, so sure. Are you looking for a big change?" he asks.
"No, just was thinking of taking a couple inches off," I reply. He smiles and opens the door a bit farther, waving me inside. I smell him as I walk past, his musty scent mixed with the products from the salon. I set my things down on one of the little couches and take off my coat as he locks the door behind us and closes the blinds.
"I'll just do these up so we don't get any more customers coming in, we're technically closed."
"Oh!" I hesitate. "I don't mean to bother you..."
"Don't worry about it." He comes up to me, he's got a charisma and confidence that just radiates from him. He takes a look at my hair.
"Mind if I take a look?" he asks. I shake my head, and he reaches up a hand and pulls a strand out from behind my ear, running his fingers along it until he reaches the ends, which he studies for a moment before letting the strand fall around my face. I find myself studying his face, the curve of his jawline, his deep brown eyes.
"Let's do a wash first," he says. I nod and he gestures towards one of those salon chairs where you lay your head over the sink. I make my way over, listening to his footsteps behind me. I take a peak in a mirror on the far wall in front of me. Is it me, or did he just check out my ass? I do have pretty tight jeans on today... I sit down, leaning my head back as he takes my hair in his hands. I close my eyes as I feel the warm water against my scalp. He adds shampoo and starts to lather it into my hair, then I feel his fingers wind through it to massage my head. I feel myself completely relax, and despite myself, I feel my pussy start to throb a little. And then, to my horror, I accidentally let out a little moan. My eyes snap open and I feel the hands pause.
"I... Sorry..." I can feel my face getting red with embarrassment. But he laughs in response.
"I'll take it as a compliment." He goes back to massaging my head, and I tentatively close my eyes again. He turns the water back on and rinses out the shampoo, his hands moving slowly. I feel my pussy really throbbing now, and I want those hands in different places. I cross my legs and squeeze them together, feeling a little rush as my thighs press against my clit. I'm so turned on that I let out another little moan, on purpose this time. He shuts off the water and I feel his finger trace its way from behind my ear down to the nape of my neck, then up to my chin and to my lips. I bite down on his finger gently, opening my eyes to look up at him.
We don't say a word as he leans down over me, his hands slipping under my v neck shirt to my breasts. I don't wear a bra so it's easy access. He takes my nipples between his fingers and rolls them around, and when he's done I look down and see them sticking out through my shirt, which is wet from his hands. I raise my head up, not caring that my wet hair is falling over my shoulders and soaking my shirt even further. The hairdresser takes off his apron and lets it fall to the floor as he comes around to my side of the chair. He cups my cheek in his hand and leans in to kiss me. Our lips touch and I feel his tongue on mine.
We kiss for a while and I feel his hands trace their way from my waistline up my shirt to my breasts, pulling the shirt up with them. I put my hands on the back of his head at first, pulling him in closer as we kiss, then I run them down his neck along his shoulders, his biceps, his forearms. He's firm, confident, kissing me hard but slowly. He pulls away and pulls the shirt up over my head, studying me for a moment, then leans in again to kiss the nape of my neck, all the way down to my tits. I run my hands along his back, hiking his shirt up. He pauses as I pull it over his head then goes back to flicking my nipple with his tongue. I put my hands on his back again and feel my nails digging into it as wetness drips out of me and soaks my underwear.
Supporting himself with one hand on the armrest of the chair, he uses his other to undo the button and zipper of my jeans and then, with one last flick of his tongue on my nipple, leans back and grabs the waistband with both hands. I steady myself as he slides them off, they're so tight they take my underwear off with them. Before I can react his head is diving down between my legs. He grips my thighs, kissing his way up one of them towards my pussy. He looks at it before parting my lips with his fingers and looking up at me, slowly sliding his tongue inside of me, then licking upwards towards my clit. I put my hand on his head and watch him slide his tongue up and down, circling my clit, flicking it.
Finally I can't stand it any longer, I'm soaking wet. I pull his head up and he leans over me with a smile, kissing me slow and hard so I can taste myself. I reach down and undo his belt, the button of his pants, I slip the zipper down. I pull on the waistband and pull so it slides down to his ankles. His hard cock pops out at me.
"Put it in my mouth," I tell him, looking into his eyes. He raises his eyebrows and grins.
"You're pretty wild," he says. I lean my head back and he gets up onto the chair over me and directs his cock into my mouth. I grip the armrests as he works his way in deeper and deeper. Pretty soon he's fucking my throat, making me gag, I want to tell him not to go so deep but I can't speak as his balls slap my chin. He's watching me the whole time. Finally he sees I can hardly breathe and he pulls it back out.
"I wanna feel that pussy," he says, getting off of me. He grabs my hips and pulls me to the edge of the chair, kneeling before it so his dick is positioned at the right height.
"Please fuck me," I beg. He looks me straight in the eyes as he positions the head of his cock on my opening and slowly enters me. He slides me all the way onto his cock and I can feel my mouth opening as I catch my breath. I feel him deep inside my wet pussy, as far as he can go. He pushes my legs up towards my head so I'm spread open as wide as I can be and starts to thrust, quickly gaining speed, making me gasp and moan every time he enters me. After a while of enjoying this he slows down, leaning forwards to kiss me on the lips again.
"I'm going to flip you over," he says. I let out a moan, I love it from behind. He pulls out, turning me around and slapping my ass a few times. I know he can see his handprint on it, he slapped it hard. I feel him slide in from behind, and then I feel him wrapping my wet hair around his hands. He grips it hard and pulls my head back so my back is as arched as it can be, then he starts fucking me from behind.
"I hope you like it rough," he tells me.
"Fuck me however you want," I whine between gasps. He speeds up when I say this, I hear his grunts between the sound of his body slapping against my ass every time he reaches that deepest point inside of me. My back starts to feel like its going to snap in half but I like the pain. I close my eyes and give in to the feeling of getting fucked. I feel him release his grip on my hair and lean forwards so that his mouth is by my ear. He wraps an arm around my torso, pulling me tight against him.
"Where do you want me to cum," he asks. His voice is like honey in my ear. I want nothing more than to feel his wet, sticky cum fill me up.
"Please cum inside me," I whisper. He slows down, kissing the side of my face, then my ear. I feel him bite down hard on my earlobe and I let out a moan as he thrusts one last time, as deep as he can. I feel his body pressed against mine as his cock throbs inside of me. I feel my pussy pulsing, soaking up his cum, his heavy breath in my ear.
When he's finished he twists my head around to kiss me on the lips one more time before slowly pulling out. The wetness drips everywhere. I turn around to look and see it glistening on his cock. He runs a finger down the middle of my back and slaps my ass one more time with a smile.
"I bet that's the best haircut you've ever gotten," he jokes.
"That was amazing," I reply, out of breath, my wet hair sticking to my flushed cheeks. He gets up and throws me a couple towels.
"Well my shift is over, so I can't finish cutting your hair today. You'll have to come again another day." He winks at me and I laugh.
"Sounds like a plan."