woensdag 24 februari 2016

The Last Customer

He really needed a haircut now. He had been holding the moment off for weeks now, but with the hair hanging over his eyes, he really had to go looking for a hairdresser. Such a shame old Pete, the barber, had quit. Of course he had known for a long time the moment of his retirement would arrive, but he had never thought about opening his eyes and looking for a hairdresser in the neighbourhood.
He walked around in the shopping centre and the streets beyond, yet more than the hairdresser with the girlish name "The Curly Boutique" he could not find.

Through the windows he could only see female clientele, but, okay, desperate times require desperate measures and after the third time he got in front of the business he walked in. The smells were already different to what he was used to in Pete's: instead of smelling like stale cigarettes there were over here the smells of perfume and hairspray. The interior was completely in black and white. The floor was white, the chairs and the working surfaces black, the pictures on the walls were all in black and white. The staff was dressed in black jeans and black shirts. Only the bottles with shampoo, hairspray and such were coloured like the companies designed them, so they really were standing out. All the chairs but one were filled with women and their hair was treated by mostly women in their twenties and thirties. One teenager was sweeping the floor, pushing loads of hair towards the back.

One of the women stopped working and came over to him, while he was waiting near the till. "Yes, sir?", she asked.
"I need a haircut", he answered a bit uncertain. Maybe they were not even doing this for men, although he did not see any signs saying this was only for female clients.
"I think you do, sir", she reacted with a big smile, making it look like this was the understatement of the year. "Problem is, we are fully booked this afternoon. I could only schedule you in at ten till six and we close at six. I don't think we can manage to do your hair in ten minutes."

He must have looked very disappointed or desperate because she turned towards an older woman, who seemed to have more authority. Maybe she was the manager or the owner, he thought.
She had a look at him and nodded: "If the gentleman has time a bit after six, it's fine."
He was very eager to agree and quickly went along for an appointment at ten till six.
"See you then", the woman in front of the desk said and wrote his name in the book on the counter.

When he came back at the appointed time, he was asked to wait. The woman who had made the appointment with him asked the teenage girl to give him coffee while waiting. In reply the girl offered the woman to wash his hair before giving him the coffee. She probably was an apprentice and the most rewarding task would be the washing of hair. The woman shook her head and told her she preferred to this herself while there would be a big chance it would be dry before she had time for him. "Just give him the coffee and then you can go home. You have done enough for today. Have a nice evening!"

So he got his coffee and watched how the staff one by one finished with the older ladies who were occupying the chairs. They had to pay and some of them already made an appointment for next month. Two of the staff went to the back after they finished, got their bags and said their goodbyes for the day. The woman, who said she was going to wash his hair and probably cut it, finished her client, made her pay and excused herself to him for a minute. She went to the back too. The remaining two, who were a bit younger than her, did not go to the back after being paid.
"Now it's your turn, Ellie", the one with ginger hair told the blond one and she tapped invitingly on a chair next to the washbasin. Ellie took the seat and moved around in it till she was as comfortable as possible with her hair half in the basin.

While the ginger haired turned on the water and tested the temperature with one hand, his hairdresser came back to him and invited him to one of the other chairs with a washbasin. She let the water run and soon she started to wash his hair. She did a very relaxing job at this, really something else than Pete who would wet your hair with a spray bottle. Sometimes she concentrated on his left and then to the right side. She pressed herself a bit to him, he imagined she did this with her breasts. When he looked up, there was no proof of that at all. She finished washing his hair almost at the same time the two girls were done.

"I hope you don't mind that I lock the door, close you in. I don't want any new customers today", she asked. He replied that it was fine with him  and she locked the door and pulled the shades down at the door and the big window. It didn't make it darker, there was plenty of light. "Halfway the ears would do, I think and quite a lot shorter at the back. And of course give you some sight again." Playfully she went through the wet hair in front of his eyes.

She started cutting his hair while two seats away from him the blond girl got her hair cut. In the mirror he looked at the woman in a different way than before. His fantasy about her pressing her body against his had made her prettier in his eyes. She did a different job than Pete would have done, started with getting rid of a load of hair and now concentrating on the final stages of modelling his hair. Once in a while she would hold hair on both sides of his head and nodded or adjusted. When she had to work on the hair in front of his face, she had to bend over, so giving him quite a view in her shirt.

Next to him he could hear the ginger saying to the blond one: "That's it."
The blond one, he remembered was called Ellie, sort of protested; he thought she said: "You also promised to shave me."
"There is this gentleman sitting near", the other one hissed.
"Keep things covered. And I'm sure he will not mind", Ellie answered. It was not meant for his ears, but he was hearing all of it all the same. Maybe these girls were used to hard hearing old ladies around. He had no clue what they were talking about and it was clearly not his business. He was far too busy trying to get another glimpse in the shirt. He wondered if she was wearing a bra.

"Your hair is getting dry already", she sort of complained. He knew, he had the fastest drying hair ever according to Pete. She sprayed his hair almost like Pete would have done it, so his way was not so weird after all. In the meantime he could hear the blond making weird sounds and sort of complaining: "What are you doing?" The other one reacted by demanding that she should sit still.
He tried to see what was going on, but the ginger haired girl was blocking the view with her body.

While his sideburns were shaved the blond girl seemed to be moaning. She whispered a bit too loud: "You're making me crazy like that. Oooh. The gentleman is over there..."
"You were the one who was not worried about that, remember?", the other one hissed. She was still blocking his view, although he thought to see the chair of the blond girl was different positioned than his. But he could not tell for sure. But he sure wanted to have a look what was going on.
"Now I'll use some soothing oil", the ginger haired girl said while Ellie moaned even louder.
"Oh, sod it! Finish what you started, Sharon!", the victim almost shouted.

His view became even more limited when his neck was shaven; the shaver went way down on his spine while he had to keep his face close to his chest. "It goes all the way to the end", he laughed.
"But I stop here", was the giggling reaction. She brushed the loose hair away and put away shaver and brush. When she was bending down to get a mirror from a hook in front of his legs, he noticed she was wearing a lovely black bra. The sounds coming from the other seat were taking away his attention, even when she got behind his back he could not take his eyes of the scene.

Sharon was now standing on the other side of the blond girl. He could see that she was massaging a fluid from a bottle on her groin that was clean shaven. On the work surface was the equipment that was used earlier. The woman behind him was now looking at the scene too. The mirror almost forgotten in her hand. Ellie was holding the armrests firmly in her hands and seemed to bend her body upwards towards the hands that were treating her so nicely.

For his mind this scene went on endlessly and he felt like every pore of his body was sweating. In the mirror he saw that the woman behind him had her jaw almost on the floor. She obviously did not expect to see this at all. Finally Ellie made some sort of grunting sound, shook heavily and sank back on the chair.
The woman behind him tried to gain her self assured posture back and asked him: "Is this like what you had in mind?" and gave him a look in the mirror to his hair at the back of his head. He nodded.
She hesitated a few moments and then asked him: "I hope the behaviour of my colleagues didn't annoy you."

Ellie got dressed again and walked over to him with Sharon. "I'm sorry", she said, "this was not meant to happen. I hope we didn't upset you."
The older woman took the hairdressing cape off him and pointed at this bulging crotch:"I do think the gentleman is upset. We can't let him go on the street like this."
The others looked interested at what was pointed out for them. They nodded. "Sorry", said Sharon.

"Sorry won't help the poor man. We have to help him, don't you agree?"
Ellie and Sharon agreed; Sharon was the first to do something else but staring at the bulge, she took his zip and opened his fly. His penis almost jumped forward, still covered in his pants. Ellie unbuttoned his jeans and together with the older lady pulled them down to his knees. He helped a bit by moving his bum up from the chair. The head of his dick now peeked out above his undies, like the thing was curious. They stripped him of his pants too and now the three admired his pecker that looked like waving to them.

"Jesus! Look at all the hair, I'm not going into that!", Ellie exclaimed. The other two shook their head. "We'll have to shave him first", Sharon thought.
"Would you mind that?" the older woman asked.
"Not at all", he was able to say,"but only if you are careful".
"We are always careful!" the blond girl reacted while Sharon already walked to the chair where she had done Ellie. He saw she collected everything that was left on the working surface.

The foam came from a can; he could not help thinking about Old Pete. He would never use anything from a can. But he is not about to complain.
The three of them worked skilful together. One held his dick aside on the white towel while Sharon was shaving him on the other side. They lifted his balls to let her shave over there too. He could not help moaning; it did not hurt, but his dick was swollen like it would explode any second.
"You poor thing!" Ellie said, bending over and kissing the head.
"Almost done", Sharon said, scraping some hairs from under his balls.

They removed the remainder of the foam and looked approvingly at their handiwork.
"Now just some soothing oil to prevent irritation and we're done", Sharon said.
Ellie took the bottle and she started rubbing it on his balls while the older lady concentrated on his dick. Sharon took hold of it too and rubbed some on the head of his dick. This was too much for him and he squirted his load on the towel, some reached the tip of his shirt.

"Oops", Sharon laughed, "I think we solved the problem already."
Carefully they cleaned him and shakily he got up from the chair.
The older woman was at the counter, so he thought he should follow her. He was right, like nothing had happened she made up his bill. It was a bit higher than what he normally paid at Pete's, but he was not complaining. Not complaining at all.
"Will we see you again, sir?", she asked, while he could see that the others were cleaning up.
"Certainly!", he replied.
She opened the door for him and wished him a nice evening.

He had found a hairdresser, felt like a king.
Only problem now was to explain to his wife why he was clean shaven, like a baby.

dinsdag 2 februari 2016

The Hot Tub

It should be quite an honour to be invited for a very private brainstorm with his boss, the newspaper tycoon, but he thought it was a bit peculiar that except for him and his colleague Tim, also their wives had been invited to the mansion. The boss gave a bit of an explanation: he said that he didn't want his wife to be bored all weekend, because this session would take place the whole weekend. Of course with breaks for food, drinks and such. He never met the wife of his boss before, but had seen her in pictures in newspapers and magazines. She looked a bit exotic, being an Asian petite and was far too young for the man, he was in his early fifties, while she appeared like someone in her early twenties. On some pictures she even looked younger.

The reception was very friendly: she introduced herself as Hope and the boss insisted that they would call him Ralph this weekend to make things easier. The whole thing was about starting up a complete new newspaper that should have the potential to become suitable for more than one country. Everywhere in the mansion were notebooks, so no thought would be lost: even the bathrooms had them. Tim, his wife Sharon, Melody and himself had complete suites with king size beds and their own bathrooms. In the rooms there were mini bars from which they could take whatever they wanted.

So the men did their work while the wives spent their Saturday shopping, gossiping and watching some films because there even was a private film theatre in the house. After a lovely meal together the boss signalled his workers there would an evening session, but his lovely young wife protested loud: "No way Ralph! You really exhaust these poor guys. I suggest we'll have a relaxing time in the hot tub." She pointed at the thing.
They didn't notice it before, but there was one indeed. The thing that looked like a big wooden shed appeared to be the very thing. "I took the liberty to already heat the water", she added.

The guests looked at each other: it was obvious that they felt a bit uneasy about it all. Their boss laughed their doubts away, told them that they had opened their minds for him, showed that they trusted him and now he expected them to trust him too to have them in their bath tub. Of course he had seen the men's bodies lots of times before after their squash matches and the ladies had nothing to be ashamed of.
Hope was already showing them that she got them very large towels large towels and bathrobes.
So they looked just a second at each other and followed her outside, where she asked her male guests to take the lid off.

They all undressed outside and put their clothes on the lovely recliners that could make a very nice evening outdoors possible. Hope beat everyone and was in a few seconds in the water, followed by Ralph, who took a seat on the right next to her. The guests were more reluctant to let go of their clothes, so it took them a bit longer. Tim got in and sat next to Ralph, Sharon didn't let go of him and took a seat left of Tim. When Tim and Melody walked up to the tub, Hope began to exclaim:
"Wow, look at these marvellous breasts! I would love to play with these, suck the nipples!"

Melody stopped walking further, he hissed at her: "There is no way out for us."
"Please don't let me sit next to her; she's crazy", she moaned. "Okay", he whispered and took the seat next to Hope. He heard his wife give a sigh of relief when she let her body disappear in the water, while Hope complained: "Oh, what a shame, now you are so far away. Don't be that shy!"
Ralph had looked at the scene with a big smile, he seemed to amuse himself.

Ralph reached out behind him and a telephone appeared; he asked what they wanted to drink. The orders were brought out within minutes by one of the house staff. While the servant discreetly disappeared, they toasted on a fruitful weekend. Laughing, Hope added: "And cheers to the lovely breasts!"

The talking between them was quite normal, even Hope was talking about petrol prices, fashion shows and such. For a moment he had feared Hope would want to talk about places where they had sex for the first time and such. Ralph even started about newspapers. When they had a second round of drinks the mood was far more relaxed. Hope apologized to Melody, she always made stupid jokes according to herself and did not want Melody to feel embarrassed. "But you do have lovely breasts", she added and winked. Melody seemed to feel a lot better, made a remark herself about Hope having the perfect body for fashion.

He could not stop himself whispering in Melody's ear: "You do have the nicest breasts in the tub!"
He had noticed that Hope did not have a lot and gravity already took it's toll on the big, heavy orbs of Sharon. His wife rewarded him with a little kiss, whispered "I love you."
He was happy that she was at ease again, just enjoying the nice water, the company and the drinks. Maybe she wanted to show her gratitude even more, because he could feel a hand getting to his crotch, starting to explore his dick and his balls. He thought this was a bit much and reached at the hand under water, tried to get it away. As a reaction the hand grabbed his balls and squeezed them lightly. He explained this to himself as a sort of warning and let go of the hand.

Soon the hand was in full action, rubbing the shaft of his penis gently up and down, now and then touching his balls lightly. Of course he was not made of stone and he felt himself getting stiffer and stiffer. His wife was talking innocently with Sharon and Hope about holiday resorts while Ralph and Tim were into the stock market. He talked along but it became more and more difficult to keep his mind to the conversation.

At a certain moment Ralph suggested to his wife to go to their quarters and stood up. He turned around, got his bathrobe and stepped out of the tub. Hope followed, reached for her bathrobe, loosely draped it around herself, waved at them and the couple went inside. The remaining four waved back and he was almost relieved the hand got away from his now rock hard dick.
"I would like to go to, Melody. It's been a long day." He got up and quickly put his bathrobe on. She followed his example and they greeted Tim and Sharon while they walked inside.

His penis must look like a flagpole, he thought and walked as fast as he could to their bedroom. Melody saw what was the matter when they entered the room. "You poor boy!", she exclaimed when she opened his bathrobe and dropped to her knees. "Let me help you with that." Her lips went around the top first, then she withdrew to have a better look at the now wet head. She let her tongue roam around the rim under the head and then took him in her mouth completely.

He had wanted to say something about her little game in the tub, but more than "OOH" did not come out of his mouth. When she took more and more in her mouth he grabbed the back of her head and pushed it as far as he could. His "revenge", he thought. She made uneasy sounds like she almost was vomiting and he let go, now letting her have her way. He thought about how he would fuck her from behind later, having the nice hold of her luscious hips. He would slam against her bum fiercely.

All his plans were without a chance to fulfil for some time because he felt himself exploding in her mouth. She had obviously not expected this yet and he could hear her splutter, but somehow she managed to keep all his cum in and he heard her have a big swallow.
He came slowly to his senses, still had to hold himself steady on her shoulders, but now he could speak: "That was some trick you pulled up on me in the pool. I thought I was getting crazy when you started jerking me off like that."
She looked questioningly at him: "I did not touch you, darling."