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The coveted summer vacation had finally arrived. I would have left for Scotland, with Francesca, my girlfriend at the time for two weeks of trekking and wasteland. We have been waiting for that moment for several months as natural as it is.
Among the various travel preparation rites there was certainly the need to fix my haircut, not having had much time in the weeks before due to the increasingly pressing work activities.
August was already late, and my trusted hairdresser had already closed the shop for several days.
I took the car and started going around looking for an open hairdresser but with regret I found out that they were all closed in the surrounding area. I reached another fraction compared to where I lived that I knew very little since I had moved to that area only a few months. Turning on the corner near the square, I saw a portico and a "Paola Acconciature" sign. The door was open, wide open even in the heat of that morning. I decided to park and enter. The shop was empty, after all it was August for everyone.
A woman about 50 welcomed me, slender on some wedges a few years ago, thin, turned and tanned legs covered by a skirt too short to not notice them. A turquoise anklet stood out on the left foot. The wide and sleeveless blouse highlighted a prosperous breast, probably not marble given the age. The sweet smile with which he addressed me was almost clouded by the interior of his red curls. I noticed some wrinkles on his face, a sign of time and probably of a few lamps too much given his complexion. But perhaps it was these small imperfections that made it extremely authentic.
- Good morning, do you want? - he had probably repeated it to me a couple of times. But I had been stunned for a few moments too long, taken aback by such a mature and sensual beauty.
The delicate and gentle movements of those who know how to take care of their customers and that slender physique had definitely impressed me.
I preceded myself to the chairs for the shampoo, so that I was able to admire his butt moving tight in that skirt.
I had the impression he had purposely skewed, further highlighting his smooth, honey-colored legs.
His thin fingers crept into my hair, the foam tickled the skin and already stimulated some fantasies about mature women that I had buried in some corner of the brain, since I was with Francesca.
That moment of perdition was interrupted by a chat of circumstance, bringing me back to reality.
- You were never here, were you? -
- No, I'm new to the area to be honest, and honestly you're the only one open today! -
- I hope to cut you well to deserve another visit then -
I limited myself to a smile.
But she continued - You know generally only the ladies of the village come here, a few sexting accompanied by their mother, seldom beautiful sexting boys like you appear! -
Those words made me embarrassed first, in short I was not used to certain compliments by a female of that rank, but in the same way I understood that Paola could melt a little, perhaps because of that heat and the absence of customers.
When the shampoo was over, he showed me where to settle for the cut, a comfortable armchair in front of a mirror. It was just getting up that I realized I had a fucking joke, complicit in Paola's words, the relaxing shampoo, her delicate hands and of course my sinful thoughts. My Bermuda shorts certainly didn't hide it. I tried to precede Paola so as not to get noticed and occupied the chosen armchair. I could hear her footsteps reaching me, until I saw her popping up in the mirror with the classic cape to wear so as not to fill with cut hair, which laid me down on my chest to cover my legs.
- Am I wrong or are those shorts a little tight? - he thundered looking absently from the mirror with a mischievous smile.
I became purple, and mumbled something like "Well, a shampoo ... relaxing"
- Well I'm glad .. So how do we cut this hair? he laughed, staring at me as he brought the end of a men's comb close to his fleshy lips, as if he had the utmost need to make me notice his mouth.
At that vision the cock, now covered by the cape, had become even more hardened. I felt it throbbing and I wanted to touch myself, but I tried to stay calm even though now, thanks to the mirror, I could observe Paola in all her female splendor.
I liked to stare at her while doing her job, I liked watching her hands move on me, watching her breasts, and her legs. I was wanting her, I ate her with my eyes sure that she had noticed.
I slipped a hand along the shorts, stroking my now hard cock like marble. I had lost my inhibitions and sincerely hoped that Paola
the movement, albeit delicate, of my hand.
He continued to use scissors with precision and care, while watching the shape of her breasts following the rapid movements of the arms.
"We almost did," he said suddenly. And she moved to a closet placed behind her shamelessly confident that I was looking at her hungry from the mirror. Bending slightly and crossing her legs, she took the razor for the finishing touches.
I followed her to the cashier to pay the bill, struggling to hide my tight excitement in the boxers, and pulled out the ATM.
- I'm sorry but today I have a problem with the line, there is no paper, you should pay cash ...-
- Sorry but I'm really without, I make a withdrawal and ... -
He quickly interrupted me, telling me that I could go over again the same evening but not before six. I smiled at her, glancing at her blouse, from below two more buttons appeared, turgid and without shame.
I knew I wouldn't mind seeing her again.
I spent the afternoon preparing the necessary for my imminent road trip, but with my mind fixed on Paola. The image of his legs, his mischievous looks caused me continuous and uncontrollable erections. I was forced to masturbate a couple of times, imagining it was his tapered and cared fingers to take care of my cock which erupted orgasms useful to my mental tranquility of that afternoon. But the closer the time came to return to her, the more I felt the desire to grow again.
I entered the shop at exactly 6pm, Paola was at the checkout and was charging a customer, with the ATM of course.
She smiled at me as she accompanied the lady to the door. Once she said goodbye, she closed the door, turned the key and pulled the curtains letting only a little light filter through.
He turned to me starting to unbutton his blouse, allowing me to find his bra.
- Well you will have understood that I will not only take care of your hair today ... Take off that good boy face because I saw how you looked at me and above all how you were swollen in shorts! - and put a hand on my fly testing the already remarkable consistency. Finally I was able to touch his legs, object of my desire from the first glance.
He took me by the hand, taking me to an armchair where he sat comfortably. One of his hands on my chest slid down as he stared into my eyes. He unbuttoned my shorts which fell to the ground. He pulled my hard cock out of the boxers and started to saw it slowly, gently, observing its shape, its veins.
- It's been a long time since I felt such a hard cock. My husband doesn't work like it used to ...
He brought his lips together and I saw my cock disappear in his mouth, with a truly unexpected rapidity. Until then I had never found a woman with skills comparable to a magician. His lips almost touched my belly, swallowing my whole rod. He continued with slow and determined movements. I was in ecstasy, but completely unprepared for that situation as exciting as impossible to predict
- Treat me like a bitch! he shouted spitting on my cock.
And so I did without having to repeat it twice.
My hands grabbed her red curls on the nape of the neck, and dictated the rhythm of that deep and slobbering blowjob, faster and faster without giving her the chance to catch some breath. He pushed the retching back as I pressed his mouth against my pubis with ardor and decision, I felt his soft lips imprint. Besides, it was what he wanted.
I slowed down the rhythm, however, continuing with deep blows up to my throat, his saliva had covered my cock and was dripping on the ground.
His breathless breathing and some verses were the background.
- Now turn around! - I ordered while hammering her cheekbone with my damp chapel, dirtying it with her own burr.
He knelt on the armchair giving me his ass still hidden by the skirt that I did not expect to take off.
- Are you already without panties ?! I wanted to take them off ... - and I gave her a not too gentle slap on a buttock, leaving the imprint of the hand. She panted with pleasure and surprise.
The ass was still beautiful in shape, not pronounced but certainly not sagging.
I slightly spread her buttocks so as to show off her mature pussy, absolutely depilated and visibly already wet. I did not hesitate to put a finger on it, which entered all the way drenching its female moods. She moaned and took off her blouse remaining covered only by her bra.
I penetrated her with two fingers as I slid my tongue over her ass until it stopped on the little hole that I noticed more open than I expected. He seemed to appreciate the ease of my language which crossed the perineum from north to south, hunting for moods and erogenous zones.
She enjoyed and arched the schie more and more
na shamelessly invoking a finger even in her ass. I went in and out of my pussy getting stronger, with almost epileptic wrist movements until crystalline liquid began to slip. My fingers soaked as never before changed their destination towards the ass, causing a strong shock of pleasure. I knelt down and tried to reach her already exposed clitoris with my lips, I started sucking on him greedily as if to give her the blowjob back.
My cock still stunned by the blows in his throat, longed for his moist and dilated holes. I took her by the hips and directed her towards the position with the mirror where she had arranged my hair in the morning. He put his hands on the chair and arched his back showing his most intimate holes while I could also observe his face and his eager and depraved look. Short spasms pass through her body in excitement.
I started to spank her slowly and then stronger and stronger, indulging her incessant moans as she started sucking on the handle of a women's brush.
- Are you feeling pretty bitch now? I asked.
PoseHe put the brush on me and without hesitation I inserted the rounded handle into its little ass. He started, maybe he wasn't waiting for him there. I aimed my chapel on her pussy and after rubbing it, I put the cock inside her starting to pump her hard right away, giving her an unusual double penetration.
Her pleasure soon became a dripping and gaudy orgasm, thanks to his fingers that had started to stimulate the clitoris, like a real greedy one.
SaEsausta granted me her mouth again, and after a few quick strokes, streams of hot cum flooded her throat.
APaola, satisfied, threw herself on the sofa to catch her breath and still stared at my hot and hard cock.
- Will you come back to see me? -
- When I have long enough hair ... I like the cut you made me.
My I reassembled myself and left the money I owed her from the morning on the counter, certain that that gesture would have made her feel even more bitch.
Among the various travel preparation rites there was certainly the need to fix my haircut, not having had much time in the weeks before due to the increasingly pressing work activities.
August was already late, and my trusted hairdresser had already closed the shop for several days.
I took the car and started going around looking for an open hairdresser but with regret I found out that they were all closed in the surrounding area. I reached another fraction compared to where I lived that I knew very little since I had moved to that area only a few months. Turning on the corner near the square, I saw a portico and a "Paola Acconciature" sign. The door was open, wide open even in the heat of that morning. I decided to park and enter. The shop was empty, after all it was August for everyone.
A woman about 50 welcomed me, slender on some wedges a few years ago, thin, turned and tanned legs covered by a skirt too short to not notice them. A turquoise anklet stood out on the left foot. The wide and sleeveless blouse highlighted a prosperous breast, probably not marble given the age. The sweet smile with which he addressed me was almost clouded by the interior of his red curls. I noticed some wrinkles on his face, a sign of time and probably of a few lamps too much given his complexion. But perhaps it was these small imperfections that made it extremely authentic.
- Good morning, do you want? - he had probably repeated it to me a couple of times. But I had been stunned for a few moments too long, taken aback by such a mature and sensual beauty.
The delicate and gentle movements of those who know how to take care of their customers and that slender physique had definitely impressed me.
I preceded myself to the chairs for the shampoo, so that I was able to admire his butt moving tight in that skirt.
I had the impression he had purposely skewed, further highlighting his smooth, honey-colored legs.
His thin fingers crept into my hair, the foam tickled the skin and already stimulated some fantasies about mature women that I had buried in some corner of the brain, since I was with Francesca.
That moment of perdition was interrupted by a chat of circumstance, bringing me back to reality.
- You were never here, were you? -
- No, I'm new to the area to be honest, and honestly you're the only one open today! -
- I hope to cut you well to deserve another visit then -
I limited myself to a smile.
But she continued - You know generally only the ladies of the village come here, a few sexting accompanied by their mother, seldom beautiful sexting boys like you appear! -
Those words made me embarrassed first, in short I was not used to certain compliments by a female of that rank, but in the same way I understood that Paola could melt a little, perhaps because of that heat and the absence of customers.
When the shampoo was over, he showed me where to settle for the cut, a comfortable armchair in front of a mirror. It was just getting up that I realized I had a fucking joke, complicit in Paola's words, the relaxing shampoo, her delicate hands and of course my sinful thoughts. My Bermuda shorts certainly didn't hide it. I tried to precede Paola so as not to get noticed and occupied the chosen armchair. I could hear her footsteps reaching me, until I saw her popping up in the mirror with the classic cape to wear so as not to fill with cut hair, which laid me down on my chest to cover my legs.
- Am I wrong or are those shorts a little tight? - he thundered looking absently from the mirror with a mischievous smile.
I became purple, and mumbled something like "Well, a shampoo ... relaxing"
- Well I'm glad .. So how do we cut this hair? he laughed, staring at me as he brought the end of a men's comb close to his fleshy lips, as if he had the utmost need to make me notice his mouth.
At that vision the cock, now covered by the cape, had become even more hardened. I felt it throbbing and I wanted to touch myself, but I tried to stay calm even though now, thanks to the mirror, I could observe Paola in all her female splendor.
I liked to stare at her while doing her job, I liked watching her hands move on me, watching her breasts, and her legs. I was wanting her, I ate her with my eyes sure that she had noticed.
I slipped a hand along the shorts, stroking my now hard cock like marble. I had lost my inhibitions and sincerely hoped that Paola
the movement, albeit delicate, of my hand.
He continued to use scissors with precision and care, while watching the shape of her breasts following the rapid movements of the arms.
"We almost did," he said suddenly. And she moved to a closet placed behind her shamelessly confident that I was looking at her hungry from the mirror. Bending slightly and crossing her legs, she took the razor for the finishing touches.
I followed her to the cashier to pay the bill, struggling to hide my tight excitement in the boxers, and pulled out the ATM.
- I'm sorry but today I have a problem with the line, there is no paper, you should pay cash ...-
- Sorry but I'm really without, I make a withdrawal and ... -
He quickly interrupted me, telling me that I could go over again the same evening but not before six. I smiled at her, glancing at her blouse, from below two more buttons appeared, turgid and without shame.
I knew I wouldn't mind seeing her again.
I spent the afternoon preparing the necessary for my imminent road trip, but with my mind fixed on Paola. The image of his legs, his mischievous looks caused me continuous and uncontrollable erections. I was forced to masturbate a couple of times, imagining it was his tapered and cared fingers to take care of my cock which erupted orgasms useful to my mental tranquility of that afternoon. But the closer the time came to return to her, the more I felt the desire to grow again.
I entered the shop at exactly 6pm, Paola was at the checkout and was charging a customer, with the ATM of course.
She smiled at me as she accompanied the lady to the door. Once she said goodbye, she closed the door, turned the key and pulled the curtains letting only a little light filter through.
He turned to me starting to unbutton his blouse, allowing me to find his bra.
- Well you will have understood that I will not only take care of your hair today ... Take off that good boy face because I saw how you looked at me and above all how you were swollen in shorts! - and put a hand on my fly testing the already remarkable consistency. Finally I was able to touch his legs, object of my desire from the first glance.
He took me by the hand, taking me to an armchair where he sat comfortably. One of his hands on my chest slid down as he stared into my eyes. He unbuttoned my shorts which fell to the ground. He pulled my hard cock out of the boxers and started to saw it slowly, gently, observing its shape, its veins.
- It's been a long time since I felt such a hard cock. My husband doesn't work like it used to ...
He brought his lips together and I saw my cock disappear in his mouth, with a truly unexpected rapidity. Until then I had never found a woman with skills comparable to a magician. His lips almost touched my belly, swallowing my whole rod. He continued with slow and determined movements. I was in ecstasy, but completely unprepared for that situation as exciting as impossible to predict
- Treat me like a bitch! he shouted spitting on my cock.
And so I did without having to repeat it twice.
My hands grabbed her red curls on the nape of the neck, and dictated the rhythm of that deep and slobbering blowjob, faster and faster without giving her the chance to catch some breath. He pushed the retching back as I pressed his mouth against my pubis with ardor and decision, I felt his soft lips imprint. Besides, it was what he wanted.
I slowed down the rhythm, however, continuing with deep blows up to my throat, his saliva had covered my cock and was dripping on the ground.
His breathless breathing and some verses were the background.
- Now turn around! - I ordered while hammering her cheekbone with my damp chapel, dirtying it with her own burr.
He knelt on the armchair giving me his ass still hidden by the skirt that I did not expect to take off.
- Are you already without panties ?! I wanted to take them off ... - and I gave her a not too gentle slap on a buttock, leaving the imprint of the hand. She panted with pleasure and surprise.
The ass was still beautiful in shape, not pronounced but certainly not sagging.
I slightly spread her buttocks so as to show off her mature pussy, absolutely depilated and visibly already wet. I did not hesitate to put a finger on it, which entered all the way drenching its female moods. She moaned and took off her blouse remaining covered only by her bra.
I penetrated her with two fingers as I slid my tongue over her ass until it stopped on the little hole that I noticed more open than I expected. He seemed to appreciate the ease of my language which crossed the perineum from north to south, hunting for moods and erogenous zones.
She enjoyed and arched the schie more and more
na shamelessly invoking a finger even in her ass. I went in and out of my pussy getting stronger, with almost epileptic wrist movements until crystalline liquid began to slip. My fingers soaked as never before changed their destination towards the ass, causing a strong shock of pleasure. I knelt down and tried to reach her already exposed clitoris with my lips, I started sucking on him greedily as if to give her the blowjob back.
My cock still stunned by the blows in his throat, longed for his moist and dilated holes. I took her by the hips and directed her towards the position with the mirror where she had arranged my hair in the morning. He put his hands on the chair and arched his back showing his most intimate holes while I could also observe his face and his eager and depraved look. Short spasms pass through her body in excitement.
I started to spank her slowly and then stronger and stronger, indulging her incessant moans as she started sucking on the handle of a women's brush.
- Are you feeling pretty bitch now? I asked.
PoseHe put the brush on me and without hesitation I inserted the rounded handle into its little ass. He started, maybe he wasn't waiting for him there. I aimed my chapel on her pussy and after rubbing it, I put the cock inside her starting to pump her hard right away, giving her an unusual double penetration.
Her pleasure soon became a dripping and gaudy orgasm, thanks to his fingers that had started to stimulate the clitoris, like a real greedy one.
SaEsausta granted me her mouth again, and after a few quick strokes, streams of hot cum flooded her throat.
APaola, satisfied, threw herself on the sofa to catch her breath and still stared at my hot and hard cock.
- Will you come back to see me? -
- When I have long enough hair ... I like the cut you made me.
My I reassembled myself and left the money I owed her from the morning on the counter, certain that that gesture would have made her feel even more bitch.
