0 comments/ 85498 views/ 2 favorites Good Hair Day By: Sextoy I had finally managed to get an appointment at a new salon, with a stylist I had heard was amazing. A friend of mine had visited the place, and had nothing but wonderful things to say about it. Knowing that I happen to be bisexual, she suggested that I check it out because there were a couple of very sexy women who worked there. “That blonde haired, big tits type you get into,” she said. “Plus, Roxie, the one who did my hair, is really good.” I needed a cut and dye, and had recently decided to find a new stylist anyway, so I made an appointment. Before I went to my appointment, I dressed for the occasion. I didn’t want to get any dye on my blouse, so I just changed into a little, white cotton top with spaghetti straps. You could kind of see my nipples through it, especially if they were hard, but I didn’t mind. The hairdresser wouldn’t be looking at that, anyway. I didn’t figure I needed to change out of the denim miniskirt I had on. It was a hot summer day, and I didn’t want to roast on the way over to the salon. While driving over, I had to keep the windows down. The damn air conditioner in my car was broken, and I hadn’t yet had a chance to get it fixed. The wind was blowing through my hair, and across my slightly damp neck. As the air hit the perspiration the 100 degree heat had caused, it felt so cool. Almost without thinking, I spread my legs as wide as I could in order to let the air cool me there, too. When the breeze hit my crotch, I realized I had forgotten I wasn’t wearing any underwear! I often don’t wear underwear, as I like to give strangers a peek at my treasures underneath my skirt, but I definitely do wear them when I am going to something like this. It was too late to go back home and grab something to put on, so I had to simply continue on, and try to remember my lack of coverage. When I arrived and approached the entrance, I could see some of the stylists and their clients through the windows. My friend was definitely on the money about this place. I could see two women who made my jaw drop already, and I hadn’t even opened the door, yet. I went on in, and when I checked in with the receptionist, she turned and directed me toward the back of the room, telling me, “Roxie is straight that way, the blonde in the black top.” As the woman heard her name spoken, she turned and headed toward us. Roxie had a lot of blonde hair, just past her shoulders, the kind you could grab with both hands. But at the moment, all I could do was stare at her chest. She was wearing a black, transparent blouse. There were small satin pockets just large enough to cover most of her D-cup sized breasts, but small enough to show that she was not wearing a bra. The pants she was wearing were also black, made of some kind of vinyl, or latex. I wasn’t sure. But they had an interesting feature. I could see that the silver zipper started at the waistband right in front, and just kept going. From the front, I couldn’t see where the zipper stopped. As she ordered me to follow her, she turned. Those pants were so tightly stretched across her ass, I was amazed they didn’t split open. And I could see the zipper went all the way up to the waistband in back, with another pull thingy at that end, too. That could be convenient…I made a mental note to ask where she picked those up. When we reached the sinks in the back, she passed me off to the person who was to wash my hair, someone named Cherie. I seated myself, and after being draped with a fairly short, clear cape, Cherie leaned me back into the sink. As she wet my hair and I began to feel relaxed, I noticed Roxie had returned, and was leaning against the wall in front of me, a few feet away. She was so gorgeous; I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to squeeze her tits. I started to lose myself in the fantasy of pressing myself up against her body, while I lowered that weird zipper in order to slide my hand down into the front of her pants… Something caught my eye, and I snapped out of my daydream to see that Roxie was looking at me, smiling. As we locked eyes, she pointedly moved her eyes lower, to stop on my crotch area. I was horrified, and knew that she was looking right up my skirt at my shaved pussy. She raised her eyes back to mine, and just kept smiling. I was embarrassed, and at the same time strangely turned on. I could feel my nipples poking out underneath my skimpy top, and straining against the plastic of the cape. Cherie finished the shampoo, and I walked with Roxie to her station. Each station was separated from the others by small partitions, high enough that you could barely see over them while seated. She proceeded to cut my hair the way I had told her I wanted it, and all the while, I couldn’t concentrate on anything but how wet I was getting as I peeked through the flimsy material of her blouse at her tits. She finished the hair cut, and applied the dye. After 20 minutes, the process was complete. She took me back to wash my beautiful new hair, and then we returned to her stall, where she styled it. Just when I was about to stand to go, she pulled a high backed stool in front of me and sat down. “I see we have something in common. We both like to show off a little, don’t we,” she bluntly stated. “I mean, you obviously wanted someone to see that naked pussy. And you can see what I am wearing.” I was stunned that she just laid it out there. I tried to respond, but nothing came out. The thrill of the possibility of being seen is one thing. Being caught is another. “Relax, it’s ok, I liked the show,” she softly said as she rubbed my thigh. That was all I needed. I couldn’t help the gasp I let out when I felt her touch. My nipples got hard all over again. “Show me some more.” I wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip away. I let my knees fall apart, and pulled my skirt up to the tops of my thighs, so nobody who might pass by would be able to see what was happening here, but she could have a great view from her seat. Her hand moved to her pants’ zipper, and slid it down, leaning back to unzip it far enough. She was also shaved clean, and definitely had gotten wet, too. I quickly looked around to see if anyone was in a position to see what was going on here, but nobody seemed to notice. The dividers of the stall extended just far enough to reach her, but didn’t completely block anyone’s shot of her. If anyone cared to look, they were going to get one hell of a show. She didn’t seem concerned about the windows in the front of the salon, either. As she hooked her high heels on the side rungs of the stool, her legs also were spread wide open for a better view. Unbuttoning her blouse, she said, “Nice tits. Pull your top down and play with them.” So I pulled the neckline of my little shirt down until my breasts spilled out over the top. As I began to rub and squeeze them hard, I watched her open her blouse completely, finally letting me see her hard nipples. I pinched, pulled, and twisted my own, while I thought of sticking my fingers on that swollen clit. She rubbed her pussy lips and pinched one nipple, then ordered me to do the same. I was happy to oblige, but that wasn’t enough. I was soon running my fingers up and down my slit, smearing my juices all over my thighs. I could feel the wetness running down the crack of my ass. She was obviously just as hot, and suddenly stood up and reached behind her to unzip her pants even further. There was only enough left zipped to keep the two pieces together. Because they were so tight, they didn’t fall off, and I got a great look at her ass. She approached the drawers behind me, and pulled out a rather large-barreled, cordless curling iron. At my side, she took my hand and placed it between her legs, then showed me the curling iron. “Ever been fucked with one of these?” she casually asked. I shook my head no, and she continued, “You just work my pussy, and I’ll work yours.” Slowly, she slipped the curling iron partially inside me, and my hips tilted to give her better access. It still didn’t work, so she made the back recline, and told me to turn over. I rolled onto my front, raised up onto my hands and knees, and moaned, “Fuck me.” I was so horny and in need of satisfaction I begged, “Please, give it to me.” By now, I didn’t care who walked past the stall and saw my dripping hole wide open. I actually wanted someone to see me acting like such a whore in a public place. I jammed two fingers into her slippery cunt, and worked them in and out, roughly. Roxie slammed the curling iron deep inside me, moaning as I had one finger in her asshole, one in her pussy, and was rubbing the heel of my hand against her clit. Then I dropped down onto my chest, with my face pressed against the vinyl of the chair. My ass was still up in the air, and I put my hand between my legs to rub my own clit. She saw how difficult it was to manage, and motioned for me to lift myself back up. She maneuvered herself beneath me, with her head in the opposite direction of mine. Sticking the hair styling device into me once again, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled it to her mound. “Eat this, bitch,” she grunted. Talk about an eager beaver, I licked and sucked and bit her clit, I couldn’t get enough. While she fucked me, I fucked her with my fingers. That pussy tasted so good, and she moaned for me to lick harder, faster. I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted her to eat me raw. I buried my face into her wetness, and lowered my own onto her face. I felt the tool slide out of me, followed by her hands grabbing my ass so hard her nails were digging into the skin. My skirt hiked up to my waist, my tongue in some stranger’s snatch while I sat on her face, I had never felt this nasty. I moaned loudly, hoping someone would hear. I wanted to be seen, and fantasized that we were fucking like this, two sluts right in the front window. I imagined people watching through the glass as she banged me. Women with their skirts pulled up, fingering themselves; men with their cocks out, stroking. Now I imagine we’re out on the sidewalk like this. I wanted to be surrounded by studs with huge cocks, jacking off onto us. As I neared my climax, I could feel that Roxie was ready, too. “I’m going to come in your mouth! Come into mine!” she yelled. And that was it. I ground my pelvis down onto her face, rapidly rocking my hips back and forth, as the orgasm rushed over me. I squeezed her ass and plunged my face into her, hard. We both moaned loudly into each other’s flesh, finally getting the release we needed. After a few seconds, I got off the chair, pulled my top back up and started to grab my purse. This was the best hair job I’d ever had. It was worth any price I had to pay. Roxie saw that I was about to pay her, and she shook her head. “I’d say you more than paid your bill.” I thanked her, and started to leave, taking the business card she handed me. I thanked her for “doing” me, and walked away. I saw several heads turn as I neared the entrance to the building, and as I crossed the threshold and stepped into the hot summer air, I realized that my skirt was still up around my waist. And I felt the wetness dripping down the inside of my thigh. I thought what the hell. I like showing off. And walked down the block to my car. Good Hair Day Thanks honeywldcat for all your help with the story ***** It was my wife who first suggested I try Paula. My normal hair stylist quit and moved to a different city. Since I wasn't too crazy about the rest of the staff, I said okay and made an appointment with Paula for the following week. When I got there for my appointment Paula was finishing up an older ladies hair and told me to have a seat and she would be with me in a minute. The first thing I noticed about Paula was her huge smile and big brown eyes. Her body is very average, not too fat not too skinny. When you meet Paula for the first time you would remember the outgoing personality, the smile and the eyes. As I sat reading some sports magazine I checked over the rest of the staff. There was a guy next to Paula, who must have been her brother, and two other women. Paula introduced herself and we exchanged some small talk once I got in her chair. Since she already knew a lot about me from my wife, I felt at a slight disadvantage. Paula washed my hair then got right into work cutting it. She hadn't really asked me how I wanted my hair or anything but rather just dove in. She ended up giving me a much younger look than I normally went for. I was in my mid twenties and the cut was more for a late teen. No matter it looked fine so I got up to pay her. When I was getting ready to walk out she said, "Two weeks at one o'clock, right?" "Ummm okay." I never get my hair cut every two or even three weeks, but rather let it go till I think it's time. Two weeks later I got to her shop and sat down. She told me one minute and walked in the back. Paula came back out with her coat and asked if I had time for lunch. I said sure and we walked across the street to a nice Italian place. The whole time we ate lunch she made me feel as though I have known her for years. I did find out more about her however. She was twenty-four, I was twenty-seven, she was unmarried but living with a cop in a home they had just bought, no kids yet but planned to be married in a couple years when his job settled in a bit more. The every two week appointments and lunches, continued for about another 6 months before she again made another move. She made the next appointment late on a Friday afternoon. When she was done cutting my hair she told me that her and the rest of the staff were going to a pub for a few drinks if I wanted to join them. Sure why not, I thought. I really felt comfortable with Paula and I was never one to turn down a chance for a few drinks. Paula and I were becoming really good friends. Fast forward to about a year after we met and the lunches have progressed to dinner a few times per month. Nothing fancy just a call on my cell and a 'hey, how bout dinner' here or there. My wife worked four nights per week and Paula's boyfriend also worked lots of nights. My marriage was not the best and I was sticking it out being ever optimistic things would get better. I had never cheated on my wife nor did I have any plans to! Paula and I were just good friends. When Paula and I were out, the flirting got a little stronger but still nothing I couldn't chalk up to being good friends and comfortable with each other. I mean REALLY comfortable! It wasn't a problem with either of us that we held hands or she would take my arm when we were walked into a place. I would have her in front of me and she would stop short to make me bump into her or walk past me facing me in a spot she knew she couldn't get past. I should have noticed however that her friends, and even her family, would often ask where "we" were going or what "we" were doing. Looking back I knew deep down Paula was really attracted to me, as I was to her. We never let it go any further. She was my best bud! One Sunday afternoon she calls and asks if I will go to a wedding with her the next Saturday. She explained her boyfriend was supposed to go but is working undercover, he just made detective a short while before. I got to Paula's around noon and started shooting the shit with her boyfriend who was leaving for work in a few minutes. She called out a few times that she was almost ready and we both gave her an "umm yeah sure". He left for work then about 10 minutes later she came out of the bedroom dressed to kill! I had never seen Paula with a dress on and she is not one for much makeup either. This was like a totally different woman. She walked over to me with a big smile and did a twirl in front of me, bent down gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered, "Pickup your jaw, fella, and lets go." HOLY SHIT... did I say Paula was plain? What the hell was I looking at? How about FUCKING HOT! I somehow got through the church and all the way to the reception without anyone seeing how totally hot I was for my friend. I wanted her really bad! She was on my arm the whole time since we left her house. Even when I was driving her car over to the wedding she was turned toward me in her seat, she has a two seat sports car. Man did I need a drink by the time the reception started. Paula knew most of the people at the reception so she pulled me around like a little puppy introducing me to all her friends. Anytime I got close to the bar I ordered three drinks, one for her and two for me. After several drinks, Paula decided she wanted to dance, so off I went. The first few songs were fast and I was having fun. We sat down again for another drink when the first slow song came on. She looked me straight in the eye and said, "Let's go pal, you're mine for the day". When I tried to put my arms around her she literally melted into me. She put her head against my chest with a loud sigh. When the song ended she never looked up but just turned and walked back to the table. Over the next few minutes she hardly looked at me, but instead kicked off her shoe and started running her foot against my leg. Just a chummy flirty rub. More like her usual "haha sucker your married" flirt. Paula got up and walked to the band when they came back from their second break. She came back to the table grabbed my arm and away we went. Even though I was extremely turned on, and attracted to Paula, the drinks were now allowing me to get things back in the correct perspective. In other words the drinks took some of the stick out of my stick! Paula again turned and melted into me. I put my arms around her and pulled her close. When the third slow song in a row started she looked up at me with a 'Here goes nothing' look on her face and shifted her position so her pelvis was pressed tightly against me. Her hands drifted to my lower back and she seemed to be rhythmically pulling me against her. By song number four, my hand was on her ass squeezing her in rhythm to the beat. I was looking for a panty line, I found not only that but a garter on her left side. Paula let out a loud sigh when she felt my hand on the garter. I had discovered her secret. By song number fiveher breathing was getting faster and louder as the song went on my leg was now pressed tightly against her crotch. I whispered in her ear, "You are so hot in my arms." About ten to fifteen seconds later she looked up and said, "Kiss me right now!" With a tremble in her voice. When our lips met she let out a moan then went stiff and started to tremble in my arms. Her fingernails dug into my neck and shoulder. I opened my eyes and looked at her. She was doing little "ohhhh's" all during our kiss. After what seemed like forever she opened her eyes then broke the kiss. I had never seen Paula flushed this way. She put her head back against my chest and said, "Ohh my fucking god." She took another five minutes or so to regain whatever composure she had left. She excused herself and went to the ladies room. When she came back she asked could we go now and I said sure. On the way out she was very cordial to all her friends. Once outside she grabbed my arm and practically dragged me to her car. Paula was like a tiger when we got inside. She was on my lap in about four seconds pushing her lips against mine as she flipped the lever on the seat to put it in the full recline position. She released my belt and zipper freeing my cock. Immediately she pressed her crotch back against me but this time there was a twist. She had removed her panties in the ladies room. There was nothing between my cock and her pussy. I could feel the heat from her pussy all over my cock and balls. I reached around and pulled her ass harder against me. She started breathing heavy again as her hips started the same gyrations as when we were dancing. Pump pump pump pump squeeze.......... pump pump pump pump squeeze With no one around us this time she whispered in my ear, "I have never cum like that before. You made me cum in the middle of a dance floor with everyone watching!" Her breathing was getting ragged and her hips kept moving up and down. "Go with me this time" She flipped her hips up higher and lowered herself down. My cock met no resistance as it found the mark. Her wetness spilled over my balls making me as hot and wet as she was. She picked up her pace to an even higher level. "I... I'm... may I cum?" I didn't say anything. Her face got a funny look and she repeated, "May I cum now?" and she started to bite my neck. Ten or so seconds later, she picked her head up looked at me and said "May I please cum for you again?" I told her, "I am so close. Go ahead baby, do it for me!" She let out the same sound she made on the dance floor only this time my cock was flooded with her juice. Spurt after spurt of cum drained from my cock into her fluttering pussy. This time we both enjoyed the afterglow of the orgasm. For almost fifteen minutes we just held each other hardly moving. I stoked her hair as we held each other so tight. Finally we separated and she got back over to the passenger side. The car literally reeked of sex.