Taron looked at his watch. It was 7:58 at night and he cursed himself breathlessly. He desperately needed a haircut but all shops would close in two minutes. In fact, he saw the young hairdresser turn around the sign in the door to "Closed" just as he stopped in front of the entrance. He had to try! So he lifted his hands, praying and giving the lady inside a winning smile. Taron could see her expression change from annoyed to amused and just seconds later she opened the door for him.
"Thank you! As you can see I clearly need help," he pointed at the mop on his head.
She chuckled and guided him to a seat at the other end of the store. He couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was - and how sexy her legs looked in the short, black skirt. She immediately got to work, cutting his hair while they chatted away. He told her that he was in town for only a couple of days, promoting his new film, making it difficult for him to get simple things like haircuts done during regular business hours. They both could feel the sparks flying, the mutual attraction obvious.
His eyes were inevitably glued to the curves or her breasts when she was standing right next to him to cut his sides. He had to swallow. He hadn't seen breasts that close to him in a while, given the fact that he was travelling most of the time and his busy filming schedule didn't allow for any interactions with women either. Taron tried to avoid staring at them as best as he could, and as he glanced into the mirror in front of him he saw that she was watching him with a smirk on her face. Apparently she had noticed the effect she had on him. His forehead was sweaty and a deep, red shade decorated his cheeks.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" she winked at him once she was done with his haircut.
"Maybe..." he smirked up to her. "I got nowhere to be."
"Neither do I!"
Taron didn't waste a single second, breathing heavily at the open invitation. He put his hand around her knee and slowly let it find its way up her delicate skin on her thigh, until it vanishes under her skirt. He heard her giggle, only then finding out that she was ticklish. He put his tongue in her mouth, trying to stop her laughter, but was only marginally successful, his fingers never leaving her already wet panties. She breathed deeper, causing him to be more excited as well.
Taron watched her closely, his thumb gliding up and down her fabric covered core, until he pushed it to the side. Taron had to swallow, surprised by the heat and moisture greeting him. She pressed herself onto him, swirling her hips until his fingers rub around her swollen edges and manages to swallow two of his fingers into her wet, juicy pussy.
Her pelvis pressed against his hand, trying to feel Tarons thumb drawing circles around her clit even harder. His fingers started to fuck her - gently but hard, until they reach her most sensitive spot. With a sudden move she ripped the cloak off his body, revealing a huge bump in Tarons pants. It was obvious how aroused he was, making her grin down at him and excitedly she pulled the zipper down so she could grab his already hard cock, rubbing it up and down and taking over control.
Taron watched her stroking him, the first droplets already forming on his tip. The blonde could feel his cock pulsating, her hands working magic around him while his fingers were still moving in and out of her, stimulating her G-spot. She twitched, groaning into his mouth. When she was close to her first vaginal orgasm he started moving his thumb over her clit faster, letting her ride out the ecstatic feeling.
"Relax," his raspy voice reached her ears, just before he pushed his tongue back into her mouth.
She was riding him in a complete state of trance, rubbing herself onto his hands and fingers. It took a while for her to come back down from her high. Suddenly he grabbed her arm, turning her around and pushing her against the cold desk in front of the mirror, a wide grin spreading on Tarons face when he saw the shock on her face. Seeing the pleasure on his face made him go over the top. With quick hands he put himself in the gap between her legs, waiting at her entrance. Her wet folds closed around the flesh of his thick cock as he shoved it further into her until she'd taken his full length. With a deep sigh she exhaled, feeling him pushing faster and deeper.
Taron penetrated her from behind, stimulating her G-spot once again. Not once did he look away from the picture that showed itself in the big mirror. He could see her creased eyebrows, her face glistening with sweat. He loved the fact that he was the reason her face was sporting an aroused expression, only getting more cramped up the closer she got to her second orgasm.
While she was panting and groaning her lust out loud he could feel himself reaching his climax as well. Taron kept ramming into her, one of his hands grasping her hip so tightly causing her skin to bruise, the other pulling on her hair. One last time he pressed his cock into her wet folds. With a loud groan his cream shoots into her. The both moan as his big manhood leaves her core and that was it for her.
She screams and quickly his hand finds her pulsating clit, rubbing it for dear life causing her second orgasm to be even better than the first.
He unloads himself again just by the sheer sight of her, the white substance landing on her ass and the last drops from his still twitching cock running down slowly between her cheeks. Panting he pressed himself against her. She turns her face back and gives him a kiss, feeling how smooth his lips are. For a moment they remain that way.
"Best haircut of my life," Taron winks as he pays her.
