So there was my hairdresser standing behind me looking in the mirror at herself topless, she looked embarrassed and was trying to hide her bare chest with her arms.

I said to her if you feel uncomfortable then please go and put your blouse back on, I don’t want you to do anything your not comfortable with.

I could see her thinking and she apologised and said sorry but yeah it doesn’t feel right….

She came back wearing a t shirt looking happier, she looked in the mirror and said ok what are we doing with your hair today?

So she trimmed my hair and she was relaxed again and back to her chatty self, at least I did get to see her topless I was thinking.

I paid for my haircut and said hope to see her again soon, to which she replied I hope so too…..

Four weeks went past and we hadn’t been in touch which felt strange then out of the blue she messages me, one of the wheels on one of her salon chairs had fallen off and to call in next time I’m in the area. This seemed to break the ice and we got chatting again.

I was due back in area in a week or so and said could it wait til then as I’m due a trim then aswell, she replied sure I have a spare chair I can use for now. So I was booked in for a trim and was getting hard just thinking about seeing her again.

The day came around and I took a couple of scanners with me, she answered the door and she looked stunning.

She had curly blonde hair now and was looking so cheerful and happy I thought she must of met someone, she walked me through to the garage salon but I did see a glass of wine on the side….it was after 4pm after all so why not I thought.

She showed me to my chair and put the gown around me and ruffled my hair with her fingers, eww how much product have you put in there she said?

That will need a wash before I can cut that, so I take a seat by the basin and lean back as she dampens my hair and applies the shampoo. She disappears and I hear her come back in the room and put a glass down….oh the glass of wine I’m thinking.

All of a sudden I see her and she’s running her fingers through my hair but she’s topless again but nothing is said…..

She turns the taps on and proceeds to wash the shampoo out of my hair and her beautiful breasts are millimeters from my face and I can smell her sweet perfume and her nipples are sticking out and rather hard, those boobs have a real bounce to them as she washing my hair.

She gets a dry towel and rubs my hair dry standing in front of me….catching the odd glimpses of boob here and there.

I mutter to her I wasn’t expecting that! She laughed and said I’m making up for last time….

To be continued……