It's been a few months since I got my goatee trimmed, So, one day after work, I wandered down to the Miss J's salon for a cut.

When I arrived, there was no one else there. The stylist greeted me immediately and asked if I wanted a haircut.

She must have not noticed that I was bald, I kind of giggled and said no but I would like my goatee trimmed.

Damn! She was off the hook nice Carmel Mocha skin, and thick in all the right places and had some really big tits. She said her name was Jenna and asked me to sit down. I took off my jets sweatshirt and hung it on the coat rack before heading into the salon.

Jenna, asked me what I wanted done. I told her to trim my goatee and shape it.

As I was talking, she started rubbing her hand across my head, asking me questions about how long have I been bald. As she was rubbing my head, I could feel that it was a little more than the average touch only my ex girl rubbed my head in that matter soft gentle, and there was something very sensual about how she did it. She was looking at me in the mirror.

After a few moments, she grabbed her things and started to cut my hair. The whole thing was kind of quiet, with a little small talk here and there.

I didn't say much, because I was thinking about her.

I could see in the mirror and as she moved around me that one of her bra straps was falling off. It was a purple number, probably on of those Victoria's Secret bras.

As she would come around in front of me, I tried not to stare at her big lovely looking breasts in her button up, sleeveless shirt, even though they were outlined perfectly, their large, round shapes outlined in the plaid of her shirt. As she was trimming my goatee, she began pressing herself against me. At first it was incidental, just a quick little bump here and there. As time went on, she kept her body against me longer, resting it against my arm.

At one point, I could feel my elbow resting on the chair as it pressed against her crotch, and I could tell from the way she was breathing and singing to the radio in whispers that she was getting herself turned on. As she stepped away, I looked down to see if she could see the bulge of my thingy beneath the black sheet she was using to catch my hair.

As she was trimming my hair with her scissors, I couldn't help but look at her breasts this time, her nipples now visible through her shirt. She caught me and smiled, continuing to cut my hair. As she did though, she leaned in even father for me to look at her breasts through her shirt. I also ran my eyes along the skin of her bare arms, across the fallen bra strap, and watched her body in the mirror. She was still breathing softy as she was cutting my hair, but her breathing had become quicker. Finally, as she was leaning in, she pressed her leg against my crotch. It was such a bold move, because she literally picked her leg up and pressed it against my lap.

I knew then that we both wanted the same thing.

She started grinding her leg against my length, and I maneuvered my hand to reach up and rub her crotch.

She was wearing shorts, but I could tell even through the material that she was getting wet. Without hesitation, I reached out with both hands and undid her shorts, sliding my hand inside her purple, silken panties to rub her softness. As my hands touched her skin, she moaned softly, resting her hands, scissors still in hand, on my shoulders. We were both breathing shakily now. She looked down at me as I was rubbing her soft edges with my fingers, and she leaned forward and kissed me.

Her kiss was tentative at first, but then more furious. And imagine my delighted surprise when I felt a tongue ring as she slipped her tongue into my mouth. She must have sensed my excitement from the way that I played with her tongue ring with my tongue and lips. She pulled away from our kiss and smiled. First she unbuttoned her shirt and took it off. I was right. It was a purple Victoria's Secret bra. It was lacy and skinny, and the cups were falling away from her D sized breast. That strap was still on her arm, and it exposed her ample tits as she reached under the sheet to unfasten and unzip my jeans.

She got down on her knees in front of me and smiled as she pushed the sheet up for me to see as she took out my thingy, squeezing it in her hand.

She was gazing into my eyes as she stuck her tongue out, flashing her tongue ring before sliding her tongue slowly along the length of my thingy. I gasped and groaned with excitement, my thighs shaking a bit. She quickly closed her mouth on my thingy and started to move along my thingy, deliberately sliding her mocha colored hair, pulling at it and helping her move faster along my length. I could tell by the way that she was moaning that she was enjoying it, but I could also see that she had reached into her panties and was rubbing herself as she sucked me off. My thingy started to throb a little, and I could feel her stop sucking me for a moment. I looked down and watched her body shuddered, her eyes closed, as she was Cumming in orgasm.

I watched her face hungrily, toying my lips as she came.

I could feel her body shuddering as she leaned against my leg. After her first orgasm was over, she started to suck my thingy again, but I stopped her, pulling my thingy from her mouth.

She didn't even wait for me to say anything. With her eyes half-lidded from her orgasm, she pulled her shorts and panties off, and straddled me in the chair, taking my thingy in her hand and guiding it inside her. I moaned as her wet softness slipped around me.

I could feel her squeezing and contracting, my hot thingy melting inside her softness mound.

I watched her body move in the mirror as she rode me, her breathing and panting getting louder as she began to moan out loud.

She continued to buck along me, grinding her softness against my crotch, her legs trembling. I cupped her big large breasts in my hands and squeezed them, eliciting even more and a flood of furious kisses, her hot breathe and here velvet tongue exploring my mouth.

It wasn't long before we both shuddering.

I could feel her softness tense and contract as she began to cum, and as I felt her clench my thingy inside her, I could tell she was a squinter LOL! As the cum began to dribble out of her onto my jeans. And in just a few thrusts, her body rocked with another wave and I shuddered and groaned out, shooting a load of hot cum inside of her softness. She gasped, her eyes wide and surprised as she felt my cum inside her, my naked thingy filling her softness with my white juices. Then she closed her eyes, sliding slowly along my thingy, her softness squeezing me inside of her, milking out the last of my cum.

Exhausted, she laid against me. I ran my fingers along her sides and along her breasts, which were now pressed against my chest.

The smell of cum and sex surrounded us. After finally catching her breathe, she leaned down and kissed me again, softer this time. And as she slid the barbell of her tongue ring along my lips, I could feel her move along my thingy one more time before pulling off of me and standing up.

She bit her lip, looking down at my soaked pants and then down at her own softness, our cum slowly oozing out of her.

"Play, " she said.

She sat down in the chair next to mine and spread her legs, gazing down at her own softness. She was slowly rubbing her wet soft edges. " It's okay, though. I'm on birth control." In my mind I said "Thank God". She sighed and got up, grabbling her clothes and heading back to the bathroom.

I could still see a wet area on her shorts between her legs, and she in turn looked down at my thingy. Suddenly remembering my own exposure, I stuffed my thingy back inside my wet boxers and zipped and buttoned my pants.

She smiled, biting her lip again as she came over and picked up the scissors and brush that were dropped something in the middle of our play. With a few more snips and clips, she was done, and she took off the black sheet and the white napkin around my neck. As I was getting up, I could feel her run her hands along my back and shoulders. I turned to look at her, and she smiled, kissing me one last time.

As our tongues explored each other, she reached down to squeeze my crotch, and moaned when she felt my thingy was hard again. We walked over to the counter and I paid, leaving a larger than average tip for her on my credit card. She smiled at me and I smiled back. She said casually, "Like I said, my name's Jenna.

You can ask for me the next time you need some trim.

"With a wink, she smiled, sliding her tongue ring between her lips and waved. On my way out, I grabbed my sweatshirt that I had taken off tied it around my waste to hide my cum-soaked pants.