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The Salon

By: Leslie



"So, you will do it?" I asked Linda over the phone.

"Sure, why not, lover?" she replied. "It will be a gas!"

"Okay...I will be there at seven, sharp." I put down the receiver and thought of the wild evening to come. 

I dressed in my shortest shorts, white t-shirt, and heels. Then I drove to Eric's house, and he greeted me at the door. I kissed him a brief hello, and then went to his bedroom, took out the flimsiest pair of running shorts he owned, and told him to put them on, with no underwear. 

"So where are we off to?" he asked. 

"You'll see," I told him, his curiosity perked. 

We drove only 15 minutes, parked in the business parking lot, and we walked up the steps to the outdoor hallway, finally entering Linda's salon. 

I swear I could hear Eric gulp as he saw his surroundings. You see, he has a fetish for women with crew-cuts who smoke cigarettes, and he had been begging me to get my hair cut short. 

"Hi there!" Linda said as she pranced around the corner. 

She was a sight to behold, especially for my Eric. Tall, attractive, great body, and a short buzz-cut, the kind where the hair on top of her head stands straight up. She was wearing a tight one-piece red mini-skirt, with black stiletto heels. Eric was gazing at her with unbridled lust. 

"Linda, meet Eric. Eric, this is Linda."

Eric was speechless as he took her hand. 

Linda moved to the door, locking it from the inside. 

"I am glad you could come now, after closing, Leslie," she said. "It's been a busy day, and I couldn't fit you in at any other time."

"No problem," I told her. 

"I am glad you could come too, Eric. I think you will enjoy what you are going to see, but you have to play by my rules, ok?"

"Sure," Eric stammered. 

"Good. Leslie, get me that blindfold." 

I handed it to her, and she placed it over Eric's eyes. We took his hands, quietly led him down a hallway, entered a single room, and she locked the door behind her. We placed Eric in a single, but comfortable chair, and then we removed his shirt, socks, and tennis shoes. I could now see his cock hardening under his white shorts. Linda, meanwhile, tied his wrists to the arms of the chair, and his ankles to the front legs. Eric was breathing deeply, motionless. 

Five minutes later, Linda now moved over to Eric. 

"Honey, I am going to take off the blindfold now, but there is one rule; no talking. No sounds at all from you. Understand? If you do, I will have to gag you."

Eric nodded in agreement. Then Linda removed his blindfold. 

Eric's jaw dropped. We were in a private booth, with mirrors on all four walls. I was sitting in the barber chair, nude, except for my heels, facing Eric. Linda had dropped her skirt to the floor, and she was wearing only the thinnest of black thongs, and her heels. The nipples of her 38d chest were erect, and her titties bounced as she moved. I huge ashtray, mounted on a pedestal, was right between us, and a small table with several Marlboro 100's laid on the top, was next to the ashtray. 

Eric watched in awe as Linda sat in a small chair right in front of him, crossing her legs, and lighting up a cigarette. His cock was rock-hard now, and he watched in fascination as she puffed away, blowing the smoke toward him. She quickly lit another after putting out the first, and moved behind me.

With the cigarette hanging from her mouth, she began to trim away my hair with shears, the clippings falling all around me, and we chatted like Eric wasn't even there. He kept his eyes on us, never looking away. 

Then Linda buzzed the back of my head before finishing off my perfect crew cut. I began to massage my clit as she did this, my pussy wet, my nipples hard. To Eric, this was all a dream come true. 

I stood, grabbed a smoke, and Linda and I struck several poses for him, holding each other close, kissing each others titties, which was driving my boyfriend wild. Slowly I slid Linda's panties down her long legs, and she stepped out of them. 

We lit new smokes, and knelt on each side of him, smoking blowing all around him. Pre-cum was staining his shorts now, so Linda took the shears and cut them away, leaving him nude. 

What she did next blew me away; grabbing the shears, she cut away all of his pubic hair, and shaved him clean with a razor. There was a look of total pleasure in Eric's eyes. 

After toweling him off, Linda began to slowly stroke his cock with one hand, smoking with the other. Eric strained to keep his eyes open, watching her. 

"Eric, you can make noise now, but no talking," she told him. 

"UUUUUNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHH," he groaned. 

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmm...I love giving pleasure!" Linda squealed, and she took his cock in her mouth, her gorgeous lips wrapping around it. "Let's share him, Leslie."

I knelt next to her, and began to lick up and down his shaft, our tongues wrapping around it. I knew he was ready to cum, and Linda was going to get the first shot. With two beautiful, buzzed women, smoking and sucking his cock, I knew he was going to cum like a madman. 

"Do it, Linda...make him cum," I encouraged her. 

I knew she was good, but I didn't expect her to crave it like she was. She expertly worked his cock in her mouth, using her tongue, and twisting her head as she bobbed up and down. Eric was now writhing...he tossed his head back and forth, and within seconds...

"Ohhhhhhhhh FFFFFUUUCCCCCCKKKK," he bellowed. 

Linda's eyes were wide with lust. Quickly she drank his first explosion, and then pulled off, placing his cock in my awaiting mouth. His second shot landed on the back of my tongue, and I quickly gave his orgasmic cock back to her. 

Eric came in gallons. We kept exchanging his cock until he ran dry, and then he slumped back in the chair. 

Her and I exchanged a cum-filled kiss, and then I looked at Eric.

"Ready to go back to your place, and fuck two buzz-cutted, smoking women?"

He could only nod in reply...

The Salon



Stepping out of the shower, Nadia knew that today was not going to be just another ordinary day. She had this feeling that today was going to be different somehow as she reached for the bathrobe and put it on with her thick red hair tied up into a bun. She gazed at her reflection in the mirror and let her ginger curls fall loose over her shoulders. Her hair was the most precious thing about her. Afterall, it was the focal attention of her career as a model. And today she was going to pamper herself the way she wanted. No cameras, no make-up, no sitting around under bright hot lights in a busy fashion studio. Today was all to herself, just being who she was and enjoying the things she wanted.

It started six months ago just after a photo-shoot for some new hair and beauty product. Her image, head, face and shoulders were used to launch the specially formulated shampoo that was to revolutionise natural colour control, even prevent premature grey hair in younger people, and already her picture was on almost every advertising poster across the globe. It was the first time her image had been so widely used and people began to recognise her wherever she went. Friends and family, complete strangers who would stop her in the street, now saw Nadia as the red haired lady on the poster. It was fame and yet not what she had expected. Nadia was beginning to realise what it felt like to be a celebrity and her own private and personal identity was slowly diminishing.

There was this need to escape and do something just for herself and be who she really was instead of being associated with a brand new plastic bottle of shampoo that everyone was now buying, except herself of course. Nadia did not use the product and never would. She had a friend who she visited regularly who had a salon she had always used since her career began. She allowed no one else to fashion her style but them, and it was so uncanny how the advertising industry on this occasion had over looked that one important fact. 

Nadia was ready. No heavy make over, just eyeliner and her favourite lip gloss. She ordered a cab on the phone and waited in her secure suburban ground floor apartment. She had only been living there a week, alone and secluded. She had no need for friends, only close ones, even more so now that she was well known in the public eye. She also valued her privacy and self-dignity, never wanting to share her life outside of a closed circle of acquaintances. Fame was not her target in the career she had chosen. Nadia just wanted to better herself, use her natural beauty to secure her future while she could. Today was going to be her moment to escape before going on further and whatever the future may bring.

The cab collected her and dropped her in that part of town where the salon was, in a back street arcade of small businesses hidden from the rush of the more popular establishments. The owner, a small middle-aged lady, who had always been there, greeted her as she walked in. The stylist, known to her customers as Madam Yvette, had realised Nadia's secret and ignored it. She knew that it was her own care and attention that made the product visually popular and not the product itself. Over the years they had become respected friends, as in customer and vendor terms, and so there seemed no place for arguments, if any. Besides, Nadia had no control over what had happened if she was to continue to allow her image to carry on selling the new product. Nobody asked her, and nobody cared.

"You look beautiful as usual Nadia." Yvette told her, taking her coat. "Please make yourself at home." 

The salon was quiet. There were only two customers being tended to by Madam Yvette's faithful staff and Nadia took a seat in the foyer and waited. "I am not so busy today as you see." Yvette continued to explain in her Anglo French accent. "Is it the usual that you require?" Nadia nodded shyly and smiled. "Good, then I have someone new who you would love to meet. I have trained him personally and he is almost as good as me. I hope you don't mind if I hand you over to him?" 

Yvette called out his name, "Anthony." Then from a private room Anthony appeared. He was tall, dark and young. So dark, it was obvious that this man had African origins. Nadia had a thing for handsome black men and he was no exception. His sexy brown eyes attracted her instantly and he was fit, muscular and smooth skinned, nothing like the person she had expected to be a hair stylist. Her first thoughts were that he could be gay and that would be appropriate, although a possible waste of 'man' in her personal opinion. 

Anthony held out his hand and Nadia stood, taking it. "It's nice to meet you. It's not often we have someone as well known as yourself," he told her. Like a gentleman, he kissed her hand and winked an eye. Nadia could feel tingles running up and down her spine. This man was gorgeous and so polite she thought. Her fantasy lover in so many dreams she often had.

"Anthony will take you into the private salon," Yvette explained. "There it will be much better for both of you to get acquainted with each other. He knows what style you require; I have given him instructions and how to treat your hair. He knows all of my secrets and I trust him."

"This way miss, if you please." Nadia followed him into the private salon. It was small yet pleasant. The usual equipment and various bottles of treatments stored on a small table. She sat in the chair and looked at herself in the mirror as Anthony stood behind her, taking her hair in his hands and feeling its texture. He was so gentle and he smiled at her as her eyes locked on his kind and distinctive face in the reflection. "Madam Yvette said that you were her special customer. Your name is Nadia I take it?" She nodded her reply. "Good, then that's the formalities out of the way."

Anthony closed the door and clicked the lock so that they were totally in private. Nadia did not mind being alone with him, yet she felt as if things were becoming a little too personal as he pushed the chair closer to the sink and he asked her kindly to remove her blouse. "I like to work unrestricted if you don't mind." She hesitated and thought for a while, knowing that underneath her blouse she wore the skimpiest bra she had in her wardrobe. He was still a stranger, but she felt as if she already knew him. What she did with this stranger in her most private fantasies left nothing personal about her unrevealed. Here he was, as real as ever, exactly the type of man her own imagine often conjured up. There were no doubts he was sexy and what did she have to hide? It was just herself and he, and nobody else in that private room. 

Nadia removed her blouse and Anthony watched, taking it. She was not buxom by any means. She was average and the black lace bra highlighted her pale smooth breasts. He made it obvious he liked what he saw by focusing his eyes upon them. "You have a wonderful complexion Nadia. Very nice," he told her. She returned a smile and felt good about his comment. "You can remove the bra if you wish. I don't want to spoil it with these treatments I am going to use."

"You think I should?" she asked. 

"Oh definitely Miss, I mean Nadia. And the rest perhaps?"

"The rest? You mean everything?" Suddenly she realised that Anthony was either joking or being abruptly serious. Now things were becoming far too serious if he meant it. "Wait a minute. You want me to be naked just for a treatment and style? Why not use the cape like everyone else?"

"Honestly, I don't believe in those plastic capes. I think a lady should feel free and relaxed when having her hair pampered. It makes it better and you will feel more at ease with what is going on. So far I have had no objections. Why do you think we are in this room, alone?"

Nadia thought for a while. What he had said was not traditional in any way, but different. She considered the fact that he was trying to seduce her, and afterall, eventually she would probably seduce him in a flirtatious manner as was intended. He was gorgeous and she would not think twice about getting to know him perhaps a little better. Anthony waited patiently whilst she decided. His dark sexy eyes almost undressing her as she thought about his request. And she wondered if Madam Yvette had set her up in some way. Never the less, it seemed so unusual.

She was basically a shy person, although she had shared her body with men before during one-night relationships, desperately in need of satisfying her desires like any normal woman would. However, her career as a model had never gone beyond showing too much of her body for public spectacle, always concealing her mystery behind skimpy outfits that left very little to the imagination. His request seemed outrageous, but again it sounded fun somehow. There was one thing he had to do.

"Ok, I will if you will."

"No problem." Anthony began to strip off his shirt, then followed by his pants and sexy tight under pants. He threw his shoes and socks across the room and stood before her in his full-unrestricted glory. Her eyes scanned his dark sexy body with total amazement. She had only dreamed of what stood before her very eyes, with one exception. His penis was long and thick, but not hard. It hung like a small snake, hanging between his thighs with two tight testicles hiding behind it in their sack. He was totally shaved which complimented his skin in her opinion, but not as arousing as she had expected. 

She stood and stripped slowly before him. Removing her skirt, then suspender belt and stockings as Anthony watched her. "And the rest," he said as she hesitated to remove her panties. But, Nadia expected something to happen whilst stripping. His penis remained soft and flaccid during the whole act of teasing. Maybe he was gay afterall?

Feeling slightly disappointed and yet also relieved Nadia allowed Anthony to continue. He pushed her gently to the sink and began the treatment of her hair as usual. He washed it first, and then poured the various herbal-based treatments into it, massaging it and doing everything that was required. He began to rinse and then towelled it dry, gently leaning her back into the chair. She opened her eyes and looked through the mirror. Anthony was stood exactly behind her as he dropped the towel around her shoulders to run his fingers through her damp curls. "I love it. It's no wonder your hair became so famous. Madam Yvette did you proud," he said. Then he looked at her reflection and she looked back at him. This Adonis of amazing masculine beauty was certainly playing with her imagination. His fingers massaged her head so sensually, turning her on so much. Her nipples grew harder and Anthony noticed. 

"You know, I could make love to you right now," she said in almost a whisper. 

Anthony and Madam Yvette had set her up. It was to gently humiliate her for not revealing the secret of her gorgeous hair. But then Anthony was not so sure about the whole plot. For sometime he had looked at those ads and saw a pretty face, beautiful hair and those captivating blue eyes. Today she, that girl was here with him and they were both naked. He had tricked her into being here like this and forced himself to restrain his inner most feelings. She was innocent really. She was only doing the best thing she knew to advance her successful career and nobody else cared. 

Nadia was oblivious to the trick, although it had crossed her mind. All she saw was the man of her wildest dreams, naked behind her. His fingertips massaged her head so intimately and so sensually she wanted it to continue, to lead to something so fulfilling. Her whispered words had meaning and Anthony knew that. 

He stopped his massage and stepped to the side so that she could see what he really felt about her. She looked at his reflection and there it was, the most arousing sight she had wished for. It was surely a dream come true. His penis was hard and erect, pulsing and jutting out in all of its glory. Suddenly, those tingles running from her groin to the very centre of her brain turned into torrential waves of desire and one of her fantasies was about to become reality. "I want to make love to you," he replied, pushing his long slender shaft against her shoulder. She continued to look at the reflection and feel it pressing against her skin with its distinctive smooth edged glans. Again, it was everything she dreamt about and now so real.

She turned her head and without hesitation, placed the tip of her tongue against it. Anthony gave a sigh as he felt her, giving him that feeling he loved so much. "Take it and do as you please. I am all yours." And at that bequest, Nadia did exactly as she wanted, taking him slowly into her mouth, feeling its thick smoothness slowly glide along her tongue. She tasted and then sucked gently, taking it in as far as she could. It felt so gorgeous, so irresistible. He was surely thick and it filled her whole mouth and throat, stopping only halfway down his shaft. Her hand reached up to wrap her fingers around it, clenching and holding him in place whilst she sucked and caressed him, slowly moving her head, getting the rhythm just perfect. 

Anthony put his hand over her damp hair and gently guided her rhythm. Not too fast and not too slow, with just the right amount of length she could handle. After a while she could hear him moaning softly and knew that what she doing was certainly pleasing him as much as it pleased her. She had to keep him controlled, not wanting him to come so quickly and so she released him from her mouth and teasingly licked the underside, spitting saliva along its shaft. He watched how expertly she did it. The spit representing things to come, quite soon as she played her fingers around his sack, gently caressing his testicles, full of his love juice, just for her.

With his other hand he brushed along her breast, feeling her tightly aroused nipple. He gave it a twist before doing the same to her other, which made her want him even more as her licks turned once again into full sucking action upon his shaft. Nadia could not get enough of him. That throbbing thickness was so succulent, she needed all it had to give and soon. His fingers reached down, smoothing their way through her scanty ginger pubes until finding her warmth, seeking out her sticky wetness between two smooth petals of skin. His fingers probed deeper as she sucked, her rhythm now getting faster, more vigorous. 

His fingers felt the tiny nub that triggered her desires even more. She felt them touch and spark her tingles more rapidly. She wanted to come with him and she knew it was not long before her climax reached its ultimate peak. She wanted to cry out; instead she let him know by moaning into his shaft, that she was ready. The timing was perfect.

He felt his muscles tense as he released his first stream of thick milky cum into her mouth. Then as she lapped her tongue around it, a second and third wave of cum shot over her lips and face as his fingers pressed against her clit, allowing her to cum with him as he felt a warm gush, signifying that she had climaxed at almost exactly the same time. 

Nadia had never tasted man-cum before. This moment was her first experience of what it tasted and felt like. Oral sex was just the stuff of imagination until then. Now she could feel it oozing from his tip, the white seminal juices tasting just as she had imagined, salty and so tangy. As she swallowed it left tingling sensations on the back of her tongue. It was wonderful and she had no regrets in doing it. He was her dream lover, hard and thick and he certainly delivered what she wanted.

He stood away, freeing his shaft, now becoming less stiff as she licked up the remainder of his cum. He placed his fingers to his mouth and tasted her. She was no different to any other woman he had tasted before. Only this time she was someone that many men had craved over, and indeed she was someone special. 

Nadia began to relax, coming down slowly from her climax. She looked at him and realised what had happened so quickly. He was a total stranger, someone she knew nothing about apart from what he did at the salon. The strange request had somehow broke through her personal restrictions and triggered off her fantasy, making it so real. He handed her a towel to wipe herself and then positioned himself behind her chair once again. Taking the hairbrush he continued to finish where he had left off before hearing her whisper. She sat, arms folded across her breasts and stared at the reflection of them both in the mirror thinking and recalling every second of the moments they had shared. 

Anthony unlocked the door. Nadia emerged, her hairstyle once again restored to its full beauty. Madam Yvette stood looking very disappointed and bewildered. She had expected Nadia to be insulted by Anthony and atleast come running from the private room to complain within minutes of entering. But, Nadia knew now that it was set up. Anthony had explained and confirmed it. Instead of insults, she had experienced something pleasant and totally unexpected. 

"Thankyou Madam Yvette," Nadia smiled. "Anthony was really good. As you can see he did a wonderful job and I thank you so much for letting him style my hair. Infact, I have asked him to do it again next time, if that is fine with you. May I make my next appointment?"

And yes, that day was certainly different.

© Sienna 2005



The Salon



I had never had a girlfriend like Gina. She was perfect for me in so many ways -- ways she couldn't even begin to imagine. The three years we'd been together had passed as if we'd met each other only last week and yet so much had happened in those three years.

Gina was unbelievably beautiful. At 40, she got stares that even younger women didn't. Gina was petite -- just barely five-foot-one -- with long red hair, 34DD breasts, and legs that constantly got her double takes when she'd wear a short skirt and boots.

Interestingly, while she never had trouble attracting male attention even when the room was filled mostly with women, she didn't seek it out. Gina was quite conservative in her approach to sex. It's not that she didn't like it, she did. She just didn't seek it out, especially not for one-night stands. Sex, she was taught, was for a relationship.

I'm pretty much the exact opposite. Not that I'm opposed to a relationship -- I very much enjoy it, especially with Gina. However, I consider sex the ultimate pleasure to be experienced in any and every creative manner you can conceive as often as possible, so long as you aren't forcing anyone into something they really don't want to do.

Whether a need for money counts as "force" is open for debate. It certainly changes your perspective on "right" and "wrong," what you will do and what you won't do. And even what you want to do. It doesn't take very many months of scratching out enough to keep the lights and water turned on, dropping the car payment in the mail late, being threatened with elimination from the consumer credit counseling program because of missed payments, borrowing to make the house note by the deadline and bare refrigerator and pantry shelves to wear you thin. 

Gina was more than worn thin. She worked six days a week and still didn't make ends meet. She lifted and moved furniture at the warehouse three days a week and styled hair at the salon she and her sister had recently opened the other three. Sometimes the hair business was good. Sometimes it wasn't. Six days a week, week after week after week with no end in sight. She needed a vacation but to take any time off would put her further behind and create even more stress. And she was already at the breaking point.

She often asked me whether I thought she could make some extra money by selling herself and I'd respond that I could help turn a very nice profit. I was serious, she was not and we both knew it. We'd laugh and let it go. Sometimes we'd do a little role playing on that theme and I enjoyed it immensely, but I knew very well that's where it ended.

I have no idea why someone else fucking my girlfriend is such a huge turn-on for me, but it is. Why is a gay man gay? He doesn't know. He just is. Why do some people like scary movies? I can't imagine. It makes no sense to me, but they do. To many, a guy enjoying someone else pounding into his girlfriend is sick and twisted. They can't fathom a MMF threesome, let alone a gangbang. I've stopped trying to understand why I enjoy those kinds of things with my committed partner at the center of it. I just do. Immensely.

Not that I share it with many people. I fully understood that even talking about it with Gina carried a great potential risk. We did talk about it occasionally, enough for her to know I never intended to push for anything like that when she wasn't comfortable with it and enough for me to realize that those interests and intrigues were something I needed to set aside to maintain a real relationship with this wonderful woman. I knew where that world was. I knew its inhabitants. And I knew the way back. But I had to make a choice. And I did.

One Sunday afternoon, Gina was particularly frustrated as she tried to reconcile her bank accounts with the bills on kitchen the counter in front of her. "I'm tired of this, Kurt!" she announced with finality in her voice. "I'm sick of everybody wanting my money! I work too hard for it."

She didn't slam the laptop shut. She didn't pound the mouse on the countertop. There was something different this time about the exasperation she felt or, at least, in the way she expressed it. It seemed she really had reached the end of her proverbial rope.

"I'm sorry, Baby," I told her.

"You don't understand, Kurt," she replied softly. "I'm over it. I'm really over it."

"I know you are, Sweetie," I responded. I felt really badly. I couldn't write a check and make her problems go away and, even if I was able, that wouldn't be a long-term fix. She needed more money coming in regularly.

I paused and thought a moment before I continued. 

"There's one sure way of increasing your income," I suggested.

Now she paused. She looked hard at me and didn't smile. I braced for the anger I was sure I had unleashed. "I know what you're thinking," she said flatly. 

She took a breath. I waited for the expletives and a sharply-worded demand for me to leave to follow.

"I've been thinking about it, too," she softened.

I was smart enough to let her continue without interrupting.

"If I could make another $800 a month that would take a lot of stress off me," she explained. "A thousand and I wouldn't have to worry about anything. That's my house payment. I might not even have to work down at the warehouse anymore."

It had been her goal since opening the salon to work only there and work only a five-day week. The wheels were obviously turning. She really had been thinking about it.

"What do you think is realistic?"

I didn't want to speak too quickly, realizing that the moment could easily turn the wrong way.

"What do you charge for a cut, color and blow dry at the shop?"

"A hundred-25," she said.

"That's what a typical escort service charges here for an hour," I noted. "That's sight unseen and with women who might not even be considered attractive -- nothing close to you. Realistically, you could double that."

"So......250?" she queried.

She let it drop at that point. I wasn't sure whether she was intrigued or insulted or had just decided she couldn't ever really do it. I decided not to pursue it and let it go, as well. But she brought it up again one night after work a couple of weeks later.

"I got a new client today," she announced.

"Good," I said with some enthusiasm. She needed all the new clients she could get.

"It was a guy. And he was trying really hard to get into my pants."

She knew I liked hearing about guys flirting with her.

"They're nice pants," I joked. "And there's no better place to be. I assume you got a nice tip from him?"

"Twenty dollars," she laughed. Then she got serious again. "But I think I could have gotten more."

"Really?" My curiosity awakened.

"Yeah. He didn't leave right away. He said he noticed I wasn't wearing a ring and he asked me if I wanted him to get me a drink from across the street. I told him I'd take a diet cherry Dr. Pepper if they had one and he came back with one. He wanted my phone number but I didn't give it to him so he booked another appointment for next week!"

"Wow, that's strong!" Guys hadn't done weekly haircuts since my dad was a teenager. It wasn't his coif he was interested in, that was clear. Nobody tips $20 on a $20 haircut.

"And you've got him coming back next week," I noted.

She waited a minute before continuing. "I may try to make some real money on him when he comes back."

"Oh?" I mused.

"He's good-looking," she said. "He's really nice. And he was wanting it. But how do you talk about money? I need your help with this."

I asked her if she had flirted back and she admitted she had. When he pointed out that she wasn't wearing a ring, she told him there were other things she wasn't wearing, too -- very out of character for her. She had obviously been thinking about where she might be able to take it.

"You've got his number, right?" I was treading cautiously.

"Yes."

"Why don't I call him and confirm his appointment, then tell him that 'extra services' are available if he'd like?"

She reflected for a moment. "OK," she finally said. I got the feeling she was beginning to have second thoughts about it. I tried to encourage her.

"In one hour," I reminded her, "you will make more money than working 24 hours down at the warehouse. You'll double what you make in a two-hour color at the shop. One hour."

"How does it work?" she asked.

I decided if she was asking she wanted to know, so I explained that we'd make sure this client was the last scheduled for the day when Brenda was gone and even the other businesses in the strip were closed. She'd treat him like any other client until he requested "extra services" once the cut, shampoo and style were finished. Everything would take place at the shop where there were leather chairs and a very comfortable couch. The windows worried her, but I told her we'd take care of that over the weekend by putting up some expensive decorative blinds that we could draw whenever the shop was closed.

She had one more question.

"Will you be there?" she asked.

I told her I'd be at the desk when her client arrived and take payment from him in advance. Then I'd leave and be back in an hour.

"Well.......ok," she said. "You set it up." She didn't seem nervous anymore.

"I might even like it," she smiled. "Did you ever think of that?"

I loved the playful sparkle in her eyes.

"I hope you do," I told here. And I meant it. I wanted to hear the details afterward.

I called the client to confirm the appointment and explained that extra services would be available at his request. He asked what the extra services included and I simply explained there wasn't anything Gina couldn't do and assured him she would make him very happy. I told him we could talk more about it when he arrived for his appointment, which I scheduled for 7:00 Wednesday evening. On Sunday, we found some very nice decorator blinds and installed them at the shop.

We didn't talk any more about it until Tuesday night when Gina was trying to decide what to wear. That wasn't an easy task on a normal day since Gina was very particular about what she wore based on the day, the occasion, the people she expected to see and even the weather. She thought maybe she should take a change of clothes with her. I agreed, but reminded her how sexy she looked in everything she wore.

She did, too. With that long red hair and alluring smile, whether it was a pair of studded jeans and boots, clubwear with spike heels, a summery sun dress, a party dress or more formal cocktail attire, she always got noticed. Her sleek, smooth thighs, toned calves, and 34D tits were worth a second look -- and a third and a fourth -- and she didn't mind showing them off.

She decided on a low-cut purple dress that rode about halfway up her thighs with a kind of sheer lace at the bottom. A dress that showed her ample cleavage wasn't unusual at all, but this one was shorter than I'd seen her wear before to the salon -- more like something she'd wear on a date. Add the 4" heels that wrapped around the ankles and just imaging her in it was enough to give me a hard-on.

She had already changed into it by the time I got to the salon about 6:30 on Wednesday. I closed the door behind me and let out a long whistle.

"Has anybody told you yet today how unbelievable hot you are?"

"You're the first, Mr. Williams," she teased, "but I don't think you'll be the last." She knew she looked hot. It was one of the personality traits that attracted me to her -- she didn't "poor mouth" to get compliments. She knew the look she wanted for every occasion and she had most certainly achieved it tonight.

I went to the back, opened one of the bottles of Shiraz left over from the salon's grand opening a couple of months earlier and poured each of us a sizeable glass. She told me that it was a pretty light day -- she had only done one cut -- and Brenda had gone home or wherever it was she was going a little before 5:00. You never quite knew for sure with Brenda, but once she left for the day, you did know -- for sure -- she wasn't coming back.

Gina flirted heavily with me as we drank our wine. She'd strike a pose on the couch and let her skirt ride up so I could see she wasn't wearing any panties. She bent over the big leather chair on which I sat and made sure I knew she wasn't wearing a bra, either. But she wouldn't let me touch. "I'll tell you all about it later," she teased. She knew that would drive me crazy.

We had finished our wine and Gina was in the back washing the glasses when Scott walked in. He was about 6'-1", 175 pounds with dark curly hair.

"Can I help you" I asked.

"I've got a 7:00 appointment with Gina," he announced.

"Yes, you do," I confirmed as I opened the salon book. "She'll be out in just a minute. I've got you down for a haircut which is $20 and I need to take that up front. Tipping is up to you; I don't have anything to do with that."

He didn't say anything as he took out his wallet. He gave me a $20 and I started to wonder if he had changed his mind. He hadn't.

"And the extra services?" he asked.

"That's another $250," I told him.

"And that includes?" he wondered. It was perfect timing for Gina to appear from the back.

"Ready, Scott?" she smiled.

"Everything you see there," I assured him.

He took another $250 out of his wallet and put it on the desk without counting it. I don't think he heard me thank him. He didn't take his eyes off Gina, looking her up and down as he made his way over to her chair and sat down. I didn't blame him. I had a hard time taking my eyes off her, too.

I walked over to the window and turned the sign around to "closed." Then I lowered the blinds on the window and the door, blocking the outside world and giving the shop and even more intimate feel than it already had.

"We're closed," I proclaimed. "I'm going to get me something to drink and let you finish up. I'll be back in an hour."

That was for safety. I wanted to be sure the client knew I'd be coming back to the shop. It was also to start the timer. He got 60 minutes. I winked at Gina as I left, but she didn't acknowledge it. She was behind the chair looking into the mirror. And she looked as sexy as I had ever seen her look.





The Salon



Corrina plopped into the chair, letting it spin slowly. It had been a long day and an even longer week and she was ready to go home and relax. All the other girls in the salon were scurrying about, cleaning the salon before leaving for the weekend. Most of them would be primping themselves later before going out that night. Corrie ran her cousin's hair salon, usually cutting hair just twice a week, but this week, because of the flu going around, had to fill in as a stylist all week, as well as doing her usual managerial duties. 

She looked around the salon, making sure all the customers had left. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse, relieving the tension across her large breasts. She sat there a few minutes, relaxing before beginning her cleaning.

"Any plans this weekend, Corrie?" Susan asked as she swept the floor around the chair. Corrie sat there, breathing deeply.

"Nope, I'm just going to go home, take a hot bath and watch a movie," Corrie replied. "I'll probably be doing that tomorrow night too." Susan didn't understand that. Corrie was one of the prettiest girls she knew and probably the nicest, too. Corrina had that natural beauty about her.

She was not only very beautiful on the outside, but had an inner sweetness that people loved. Susan didn't understand why Corrina didn't have a date every night. Corrie saw the puzzled look on her friend's face. "Susan, I date who I want to, when I want to," she said, smiling. "This weekend, I want to be with me." Corrina said, and then began cleaning her station.

"Corrie, phone!" yelled Bridget from the front desk. She put the call on hold, then announced to the whole salon, "Its a man!" Corrina gave Bridget a playful sneer.

"Hello.... oh, hi Dr. Jones," she said, rolling her eyes at the other girls. Geoff Jones was one of her clients, her favorite client in fact. When Corrina was just starting to learn to cut, Corrina's cousin, Kristie was cutting his hair. Geoff told Kristie to let Corrina do it, volunteering his hair as a guinea pig for her. Since then, Geoff had always requested Corrina and she never forgot this.

"Corrina, are you still open? I forgot that you were closed tomorrow and I have a very special event to go to tomorrow," the voice said on the other end in an almost pleading tone.

Corrina paused for a moment, "Sure, when can you be here, sir?"

"Is five minutes soon enough? I really do appreciate this, Corrina," he said, " I just completely forgot that you were closed tomorrow."

"It's all right, just get here as soon as you can," Corrina handed the phone to Bridget, smiled then finished cleaning her area. The other girls began teasing Corrina, joking about having an after work tryst with her favorite client.

"Are you sure you will be all right, Corrie?" Kristie asked. Kristie normally would never let someone be there alone with a client, but she had known Dr Jones for about five years and he had never been anything other than a gentleman to her and the staff. 

"Sure, Kristie, you go on," Corrina answered, "You have a date anyway, don't you? I'll make sure everything is ready for Monday." Kristie smiled, kissing her cousin on the cheek. She and Bridget walked out together just as Geoff was coming in. He held the door for them, smiling, then realized that everyone had left. He looked at Kristie, then Corrina.

"You're not staying here just for me, are you, Corrina?" he asked. "You don't have to do that." Kristie leaned over to Geoff, glancing over at her cousin, smiling, "She doesn't have anything else to do tonight, Dr. Jones." Corrina looked at Kristie angrily, and then turned three shades of red. Kristie and Bridget left quickly, laughing to themselves.

The older man walked into the salon, "Corrina, I mean it, you don't have to do this. It's late and I'm sure you have plans for tonight," he said. Corrina frowned slightly, "No, it's all right, Kristin was right. I don't really have any plans for tonight."

Geoff looked at the young woman, trying to determine if she were telling the truth, "Are you sure?" Corrina nodded, smiling.

"Here, let's wash your hair first, Dr. Jones" she said, taking his hand gently, leading him to the back room. Corrina had been cutting his hair for just over a year. They had playfully flirted often, but had never taken it past that.

"Enough of that Dr. crap," Geoff said, smiling, "I have been telling you and Kristie to call me Geoff for a long time. Tonight, you start calling me Geoff, understand?" Corrina smiled sweetly, her eyes lighting up. "All right, but it might take me a while to get used to it."

Geoff leaned back in the chair, resting his head on the padded edge of the sink. He closed his eyes as young woman rinsed his hair with the hot water, her fingers massaging his scalp. Her eyes glanced down, looking over the body of the man lying in the chair. Geoff was older, late 40's, maybe 50, but he looked much younger. His tall slender frame filled the chair. She knew he worked out, seeing him at the salon sometimes in his workout clothes. Corrina slid her hand under his head, caressing and massaging the back of his neck.

"You feel tense, Dr...uuummmm....Geoff," she said, smiling. Geoff opened his eyes, looking up Corrina.

"Yeah, I had a busy afternoon," he replied. Corrina glanced at the mirror behind the sink. Her eyes widened as she noticed that she had not rebuttoned the two buttons she had undone earlier. Her blouse was open to the top of her bra, revealing the lace that edged the top of the cups. The latex in the blouse pulled it open much more than she normally allowed. She could see her breasts hanging in front of Geoff's head as she held it off the sink. Corrina smiled to herself. She and Geoff had a playful relationship. She decided to leave her blouse open for the time being. She pulled his head up even further, just a few inches from her breasts.

Geoff breathed deeply, enjoying the massage on his neck. He knew he shouldn't, but Geoff opened his eyes, hoping maybe to catch a glimpse of her breasts as she held him up. His head jerked suddenly when he saw her large breasts inches from his face. The lace cups of her bra curved gently around the smooth flesh of her breasts, pulling the large globes together to accentuate her cleavage. He held his breath, afraid that Corrina would feel the warmth of his breath on her breasts. Corrina looked in the mirror. 

She could tell that Geoff was looking at her breasts. She felt her body tremble slightly. She felt so naughty exposing herself like that. She rubbed the back of his head, caressing, massaging his neck and scalp.

Geoff moaned softly, "That feels so great, Corrina, so wonderful. Just what I needed today." Corrina decided to tease a little more.

"Do you like it, Geoff?" she asked softly, "Do you like what I'm doing?" Geoff smiled, keeping his eyes on her full, luscious breasts.

"Can I hire you out sometime, Corrina?" he responded. "You can do this anything you want to me." Corrina giggled softly. She rinsed out the conditioner, running her fingers through his soft hair. Instead of finishing, she decided to do a second conditioning, just to tease the older man a little more. Squirting the cream onto her hands, she rubbed it into his scalp, caressing the temples, then working her fingers to the back of his head. She leaned over even more, giving Geoff an even better view of her large breasts. Corrina could not believe that she was actually doing this. Normally, she was rather reserved in her manners, but Geoff had always been very sweet and considerate to her, even though their earlier flirtations had begun to push the envelope a little.

"Do you give all your clients this much special attention?" he asked, squirming slightly in the reclined chair. Geoff felt his cock begin to harden as he gazed upon her beautiful breasts.

"Only my special clients," she replied, reaching under his head, pulling his face within an inch or two of her exposed breasts. She could feel his warm breath blowing across her breasts, sending chills down her body.

"So I'm a special client, Corrina?" he asked. Corrina laid his head back and began rinsing the conditioner from his head.

"You're the special of the special," she answered, aiming the water around his head. Geoff smiled, and then bolted up quickly as the water ran down the back of his neck, down his back, soaking his shirt.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry, Geoff!" Corrina cried, trying to dry his shirt as best she could. Geoff broke out laughing, taking her hand in his.

"Its all right Corrina, don't worry," he said, trying to calm the young girl. He could tell that she was very upset with herself. He looked up at her, smiling, "You don't do the shampooing too much, do you?" Corrina looked down at him, nervously, but when she saw the smile on his face, she began laughing.

"No, no, I don't," she said, giggling. "Usually one of the other ladies does it. I'm sorry," Corrina was now smiling. "Here, take it off, we have a dryer in back. I'll have it all ready for you by the time you're though."

Geoff pulled off the Polo shirt, handing it to her. "It also got into my pants," he said.

Corrina looked at him, "Then give me your....." Realizing that he was joking, she slapped his hand playfully, "You naughty man! I was just about to take your pants, too."

"Well, a man can always dream, can't he?" Geoff said, smiling. Geoff got up and walked into the salon area while Corrina put the shirt in the dryer. When she came back, she paused for a second, looking at the tall, older man as he walked around the room without a shirt. His broad shoulders tapered to a trim waist. He didn't have a 6-pack abs, but there was very little fat on his belly or sides where men much younger than he often had "love handles".

Geoff turned when he heard her walking in. His eyes looked up and down her tall shapely body. He had always had a little crush on her, ever since he first met her at the salon. Corrina walked over to her station, patting the chair, "Here, sit down."

She turned the chair towards Geoff and held the back of it, motioning for him to sit in it, smiling to the mirror as she watched him take his seat. She turned the chair towards the mirror and smiled to him through it, her hands running up to run through his soft, wet hair.

"So, just a simple trim? Or did you have something special in mind this time? I bet I could fix you up with a pretty good Mohawk, what do you think?" She laughed as she ran her hands up the sides of his head, covering the sides with her hands and just leaving a thin strip showing between them, imitating the outlandish hairstyle on his head. "I bet that'd get the ladies lining up, huh?" She said with another small laugh.

"No, just a trim, Corrina. I can't be looking too unprofessional, and I'm not sure the women my age would be into that sort of look anyways," Geoff replied, showing an amused grin at her modeling on his head, watching as she lowered her hand back down and straightened his hair back out before leaning to the side and reaching for the counter under the mirror.

Her breasts pressed lightly against the side of his right arm as she leaned over, brushing past them. She fumbled a bit, gathering up a slim set of metal scissors and a black comb from her counter before standing back up behind Geoff. As she started running the comb through his hair, she noticed him staring back at her breasts through the mirror, seeing his eyes following them as they moved back and forth behind his neck. She just smiled to herself, thinking she probably should have buttoned her blouse back up, but finding herself enjoying the stares. She felt a bit of a shiver run up her spine as she dwelled on it more, but she quickly pushed the thoughts out of her head and returned her attention to his hair.

"So, what is this event tomorrow? I hope they don't have you working on the weekend," Corrina asked as she ran the comb around to the other side of his head, carefully straightening the hair that she had tussled earlier with her joking.

"No, no work. Just a birthday party for a coworker. I wasn't really expecting to be invited, but I figured I should go now that the invitation was given. I don't really have anything going on, anyways." He smiled, pulling his gaze from her breasts as she began talking, realizing that he was staring. He just grinned to himself, knowing he shouldn't, but unable to resist. He'd always enjoyed the full, almost-perfectly rounded shape of 

Corrina's breasts, but she'd always had them covered with her sweaters or tightly buttoned shirts, this was the first time he'd seen the golden-tanned flesh, finding himself a bit overcome with interest, but thinking he'd better do a better job of hiding his interest to keep him from getting into trouble. 

"Ah, so we're both having mostly-boring weekends, hmm?" Corrina commented, carefully running her fingertips over the top of his head with the back of her fingers, just the nails touching the hair, sizing it up through the mirror, making sure it parted evenly on his head. "At least you've got a party to go to," she continued, playfully showing a mocking pout on her lips, breaking into a little grin as she saw his amused smile back to her.

"Well, you're welcome to come if you want. It couldn't hurt to show up with a date," he grinned in response. "But, I'm sure you wouldn't want to be seen with an old geezer like me." He laughed as he jokingly offered to her.

"Aww, that's sweet, but I wouldn't even know anyone, unless you just wanted to hang out with me the whole time." She smiled, running her comb across the side of his head one last time, perfecting the direction of the hair. "And don't be so hard on yourself, you're kinda cute for an 'old geezer,'" She grinned to him through the mirror, keeping the comb in one hand as she reached to her pocket to fetch the trim set of scissors. She brought both of her hands up to the right side of his head, running the comb up the side of his head and bringing it up to measure the ends of the little strand of his hairs. "So, just an inch or so? Or is that too short?" She asked.

"Yeah, an inch would be fine. It seems like it's been getting a little long, anyways, so have at it," He replied, looking back to her to confirm the length. He heard the swift snip of the scissors and saw the first pieces of hair fall to his bare shoulder.

Corrina gasped as she saw the hair fall, bringing her hands up to cover her mouth as she gave a little laugh, her cheeks turning a light shade of red. "Oh geez, I'm so sorry Geoff, I forgot all about the apron. I just got so worried with your shirt, it just completely slipped my mind. They're all in the wash, but I can still get you one if you'd like." She asked, looking embarrassed at her mistake, reaching down to brush the little bit of hair off his shoulder and on to the floor.

Geoff just laughed at her embarrassment, trying to calm her. "No, no. Don't worry about it. You're closed anyways, right? So you don't have to worry about being perfect with everything. As long as you still have those brushes, you can just take care of it when you're done, right?" He said, showing his easy-going attitude, honestly not minding at all, actually enjoying sitting in the seat without his shirt, feeling so casual and laid back in the empty salon. Corrina did place two small hand rags on his shoulders to keep much of the hair off.

Corrina looked to her side as Geoff mentioned the time, reminding her that it was getting later, the sun glowing a deep shade of orange as it started to set behind the horizon. She just smiled as Geoff reassured her, putting her hands down on his bare shoulders and let her fingertips run down over them, giving a little squeeze. "You're sure?" She asked again, lifting her hands from him and reaching back to her pockets for her comb and scissors.

"Positive," He replied, giving her a warm smile as he watched her go back to work. Seeing her still hesitant and pausing as she watched the hair falling to his chest and shoulders, but slowly getting back to her working pace. Her hands steady as she worked along the right side of his head, moving up to the top of his head, creating a thin bed of hair on Geoff's chest.

After finishing the side of his head, Corrina leaned around the right side of Geoff again, looking back along the side of her head to get a better look at her work. As she turned, her breasts pressed against Geoff's arm again, firmer this time as she turned her body to look back at him. She felt the fabric of her blouse press against him first, but then the flesh of her breasts as she leaned more, touching his bare arm. She let out a little shiver, feeling his warm skin against hers, but she did her best to keep her composure. She lingered a little longer, reaching to run her fingers through his hair, smiling at him as he looked up to her. She brought her other hand up and gave a quick snip along his forehead, brushing at his hair again before she pulled herself back up, standing behind him again.

She made quick work along the back of his head, stepping back and letting the cut hair fall between the chair and her body. She worked quicker now as she got into her routine, finishing with the back of his head and moving around to his left side. She shifted a few steps to the left, up along his shoulder, and ran her comb up to measure the hair along his head. She leant in against the chair now, letting Geoff feel her waist against his shoulder.

"So, you're really just spending the night alone tonight?" Geoff asked, trying to strike up another conversation with the younger girl.

"Don't you start on me, too. I get enough of that crap from the other girls," Corrina quickly responded, playfully scolding him as she moved around his side more, keeping her body close to his in the chair. Her knee bumped up against the handle of the chair as she stood along his left side, the hem of her skirt resting just above the level of the armrest.

"Yes Ma'am. Consider it dropped," Geoff responded, going along with her scolding tone, playing along with her. "It's just Friday night, a beautiful girl all alone, it just doesn't seem right," he grinned as he snuck in his addition, smiling to Corrina's form as she stood alongside him, working at his hair.

Corrina just smiled to herself as she heard Geoff, lowering her hands and looking down at him with the dumb smile on his face. She just leaned down and lightly kissed his cheek. "That's sweet, but I'm a big girl. I can handle myself," she said as she brought her hands back to his hair, continuing on it. She just smiled as she worked, Geoff watching, hearing the light, playful tone still in her voice.

As she went back to work, Geoff let his left arm rock back and forth a bit on the armrest, feeling the material of Corrina's skirt swaying lightly against his arm. He moved his arm to the side a bit more and felt his arm touching the flesh of her left leg, just letting it rest there. He looked up at the mirror and didn't see any reaction from her, so he just kept it there.

Corrina did feel it, though, and she was doing her best to pretend she hadn't noticed. She loved the feel of his warm skin, the little hint of hair brushing her skin. She knew she shouldn't let him, and worried a bit about leading him on, but deciding there wasn't any harm in it now.

She finished the left side of his head, staying close to him and letting his hand stay against her leg. She felt him getting a bit more daring, his arm turning so his palm was lightly pushed against her leg now, his fingers lightly draping around her leg, his pinky sneaking up to lightly touch her thigh under the skirt.

Corrina felt the touching still, noting the new movements he was making. She felt a shiver run up her spine as she felt his pinky sneaking up her skirt just a little bit.




The Salon



She quickly rushed to finish with his hair so she could take a small step back, pulling away from his touch. She just looked down to him and smiled, showing a tiny hint of a grin, letting him know that she knew what he was up to. Just leaving it at that, she walked around in front of him, setting her scissors and comb on the counter, grabbing a mirror before she turned back to him. She walked around his side to his back and held the mirror up, letting him see the work on the back of his head through the two mirrors.

"Does that look right, then?" Corrina asked, smiling as she looked to him through the mirror, catching his eyes looking up to her breasts again, giving him a knowing smile.

"Perfect, as always honey," He answered, seeing Corrina blush a bit at the added name. She walked around and set the mirror down, reaching for the simple round brush and turned back to him.

"Now, this is so much easier with the aprons. We can just toss everything off, but I guess we'll have to work with what we've got," Corrina smiled as she took a step towards him, leaning forward over his lap and reaching her hand up to start brushing the short strands of hair away from his shoulders. She knew that with her position, Geoff could see down the front of her blouse again, but she didn't care. She just kept brushing the hair away, letting herself lean into him a bit more as she reached up to the sides of his neck.

Geoff's face was inches from Corrina's beautiful round breasts. With just a slight lean, his face would be in her cleavage. He glanced at the mirror so that he would not be caught staring, but that didn't really help. 

Corrina was leaning so far forward that her short skirt rose just high enough to show off the bottom of the young girl's cheeks. He felt his cock straining against his pants, wanting to spring free, but he was unable to move for fear of rubbing his face against her breasts. Corrina smiled to herself, she felt so naughty, so bad for teasing Geoff like this. She had never acted like this to a client before. She walked behind him, brushing his neck with the soft brush to remove as much as the hair as possible. Geoff felt the bristles brush against his shoulder, the down over the top of his chest. Corrina leaned forwards as her hand brought the brush further down his chest, her firm young breasts caressing the back of his head. She peered at the mirror. Geoff sat there with his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling as his breathing deepened. The young girl felt her body shiver as she began to feel herself moisten. She was in uncharted waters, unsure as to how far to take it. She slid to the side of the chair, brushing Geoff's lower chest free of his just cut hair. Some of the locks fell into his lap.

As Corrina began picking the locks from his chest and lap, her body bent slightly at the waist, Geoff slid his arm off the armrest, letting it dangle to the side. He then slid his fingers up the back of her calf, running his nails along her tender flesh. Corrina shivered to his touch, but didn't move, continuing her cleaning of his lap. Slowly, Geoff slid his hand further up her leg, past the back of her knee, up her firm shapely thigh.

Corrina bit her lower lip when his fingers began caressing the back of her thigh. She was sure that Geoff could feel her body trembling as his fingers continued caressing the back of her thigh. She couldn't believe this was happening. Had it been anyone else other than Dr. Jones, she would have slapped him hard across his face and ordered him out. Instead, she just stood there, letting him feel her bare leg as her fingers picked locks of his hair from his chest and lap. Her panties became wetter and wetter as time slowly moved on. He slid his hand slightly further up, almost cupping the bottom of her round cheek. Corrina felt his fingertips slip under her legs, between her cheeks. She jumped slightly as the tips of his fingers brushed lightly against her lips, sending a shock wave of electricity through her body. Geoff held his hand still, save for one finger that slid back and forth under her legs. Corrina closed her eyes, her breathing deepening. 

She subconsciously pressed back against the caressing hand, giving Geoff a firmer feel of her cheek. Looking down at his lap, she saw a large bulge in his pants just next to her hand. She wanted to feel it, to stroke the hard shaft but she couldn't move, her body frozen in place. She rocked her hips slightly, adding to the pressing of her ass against Geoff's hand.

Geoff pressed his finger into the hole, her panties between his finger and herself. She slid her hand the few inches down, her fingers gripping the thick hard shaft. Corrina rocked her hips back and forth, trying to get the intruding finger deeper into her. She closed her eyes tightly, wiggling her hips for a better feel. Geoff's fingers pulled her panties to the side, then slipped slowly into her waiting wet tunnel. 

Corrina moaned softly as her fingers gripped the hard cock tighter. For the first time in a while, their eyes locked in the mirror, both surprised and excited about what had just happened. Not a word was exchanged between them, though, Geoff just turned his attention back to her backside and Corrina's eyes just closed a bit, her chest starting to rise and fall softly. Geoff plunged his finger deep into Corrina suddenly, hearing an audible gasp from her, feeling her walls gripping him as his finger started to slide in and out. Corrina rocked her hips harder, driving his finger even deeper into her. Corrina turned to him, her eyes asking what was happening. Geoff looked back at her, seeing her cheeks red with her combination of pleasure and embarrassment. He gave her a warm smile before he slid his hand around, cupping the front of her mound and pulling her panties to the side more, making room for him. As he plunged two fingers into her, Corrina let out a squeal, feeling his fingers diving deep. She still looked at him, her eyes wild with excitement. Geoff pushed her soft blonde hair back from her face with his other hand, then pulled her to him, kissing her red lips. Corrina opened her mouth slightly, apprehensive at first, but then accepting his invitation. Geoff thrust his tongue forward and Corrina responded, kissing passionately, their tongues exploring each other's mouths for the first time. Corrina moaned softly, lost in the passion of the moment. Geoff slid his fingers in and out of her slowly, building her desire, her need. Keeping her lips pressed against his, Corrina carefully slid her body closer to Geoff, moving up alongside him before she lifted her right leg, carefully swinging it over his lap as she climbed up on to his lap, straddling him. She let her hips tilt up a bit, allowing Geoff to continue slipping his fingers in and out of her, as she sat down, letting her butt rest just above the outline of his erection, both of them moaning into each other's mouths as they both felt it. Her hands moved to his sides, her hands feeling his bare skin. She slowly let her hands slide up, around to his chest as she went higher. Their kissing becoming more and more passionate, pent up sexual energy flowing from the both of them, wanting nothing more than to pleasure each other. Her hands quickly slid up, over his shoulders, and on to the sides of his head. She held him for a few moments, but pulled her head back abruptly, breaking the kiss, and stared into his eyes. She watched as his lips hung open, his chest rising and falling slowly, catching his breath from the long kiss. She did the same, feeling her breasts practically heaving on her chest, letting out a little whimper as she felt Geoff pull his finger from her. She shifted down a bit, letting herself slide down on to his erection, feeling it running up between her legs. She could feel the faint throbbing through his pants, and she could definitely feel the warmth emanating from his lap, only making her wetter. She looked to him and saw his eyes glancing down to her chest now as he let his hands rest on her hips, just holding her down on his lap. She just smiled to herself, breaking their frozen position as she leaned into him more, letting her breasts firmly push against his chest. She caught his eyes moving back up to her as she did, giving a playful little grin as she leaned her head up just a bit, softly and quickly kissing his lips Geoff slid his hands up her sides quickly, up to her shoulders and pushing her body back a bit, letting him stare down between her breasts. His hands moved up between their bodies and quickly moved to her blouse, not wasting any time in quickly pulling the buttons apart and leaving her blouse hanging loosely on her body. Geoff slid his arms inside the blouse and moved his hands up along her sides, holding her tight as he slid his hands over the thin fabric of her bra. She could feel his palms lightly touching her breasts with his reach, pushing them together just a bit. Geoff lowered his head, his lips kissing her high on her chest, just below her neck. He slowly let his lips move further down, his hands moving over, onto her breasts as he did. She felt his head tilt to the side, his lips lightly touching her right breast. He pressed his lips harder with each subsequent kiss, moving across the line of her bra, his lips just above it, kissing the flesh. She let herself lean back, letting his head push forward to follow her chest, sitting up straighter in the chair. As Geoff's lips kept exploring Corrina's right breast, she slipped her hands back to her sides, letting them reach back behind herself. She ran her hands back, under her draped blouse, and found the hook of her bra, quickly undoing it and bringing her hands back around to her sides. She reached up and took Geoff's head in her hands, gently pulling him from her breast. He kept making kissing motions until he realized he was being pulled away, his eyes opening and looking up to Corrina curiously. She just smiled and reached her arm across her body, pulling the loose sleeve of her blouse down her arm, and then doing the same with the other arm, letting it fall away behind her. Geoff noticed the loose straps of her bra hanging at her sides and quickly lifted his hands to help. He ran them to her shoulders and slipped his fingers under the straps there, gently pulling up, watching the fabric pull away from her body. He then pulled the limp bra forward, pulling it from her chest, tossing it to the floor beside them. Geoff stared down at her firm breasts, seeming to defy gravity as they stayed high on her chest after he pulled the bra away. His hands moved up to cup them in his hands, but Corrina moved her head down quicker, pulling him into another passionate kiss. She let her chest press down against his, her nipples pushing firmly against his skin. She pushed him back into the chair again, the back of his head back against the headrest again. She let herself slowly grind her hips against him now, hearing his soft moans muffled by her mouth. The kiss finally broke, Corrina still leaning over Geoff's body, them just looking into each other's eyes, catching their breaths again. Geoff's hands lazily ran along her thighs, toying with the material of her skirt with his fingers. His head quickly turned to the side, Corrina's quickly following as they saw a flash of light. Both of them letting out laughs as they watched a car drive past the shop window in the parking lot, noticing that the sun had set and darkness had taken over outside. Geoff turned back to her, seeing her still looking out to the parking lot. He could see a bit of worry in her eyes as she scanned back and forth. He ran his hand back on her hip and snaked around to her butt, letting his palm stretch wide before gripping her cheek firmly, making her squeal and turn her attention back to him, her playful look returning as she reached up, lightly slapping his cheek in response, getting back at him. She just giggled as Geoff sat back up again, pushing her up with him, his lips moving back and forth along her neck and shoulders, smothering her with kisses. Corrina's hands moved up to the back of his head, letting him kiss her for a few more seconds before she lightly pulled his head back, looking down into his eyes. "Geoff," she whispered, their first words in a long time. "Geoff, we can't do this, not out here..." she said a bit louder, almost trying to convince herself more than anything. She looked down, seeing his lust-filled eyes looking back at her. She thought he almost looked a little annoyed with her stopping him, but he managed a smile back at her. "Shh. Don't worry" He smiled as he lifted a hand up, putting his index finger to her lips, silencing her. "No one... is going to... see us in here," he said, each time between words his hands moved down, slowly lifting her up with him as he rose to his feet, slowly lowering her back down on to her feet, lowering his neck back down to kiss her lips. As he trapped her in another embrace, his hands moved down, holding her hips as his hands went to the back of her skirt, sliding the zipper down slowly. As he dropped it, his hands quickly moved back up to her neck to hold her close, feeling her trying to pull away to protest again. He kissed her for a few more moments, waiting until she'd stopped her weak protest, and then pulled his lips away. His hands moved to her sides and turned a bit, pushing her back up against the chair and slowly leading her back until the back of her legs bumped into the chair. She let out a gasp of surprise, but Geoff held her tight and let her lower down, looking down at her mostly naked body, just the panties around her waist now. She looked up and saw his hands moving to his pants, knowing what was coming next. She just smiled and reached her hands up to brush her hair back, tucking it behind her ears. She then reached her hands up to help him, joining his hands at the button of his pants. After she helped him open them, she reached down and eagerly tugged the zipper down, pulling the pants down to his knees. She looked back up and saw the clearly defined outline of his erection snaking down along his right leg. With one hand, she pushed it up and held her hand flat against the erection, feeling the warmth and gentle throbbing. Her other hand moved up and snaked under the waistband of his boxers, gently tugging down. As she started tugging down, Corrina's eyes were up and locked on Geoff's; she even slipped her tongue out to run along her lips to tease him a bit. Her eyes moved back down and watched as she pulled the boxers down more, exposing the base of the cock, then more of the shaft. Her hand lifted off his leg so she could pull down further, finally pushing them down to his knees, his erect cock springing up as his boxers slid down. Corrina wasted no time letting her hand move up to wrap her fingers around Geoff's shaft, holding it firmly in her hand, feeling him already so firm and hard, the shaft throbbing under her fingers. She turned her entire focus to his cock, leaning down and letting her lips press against the head, kissing it softly. She slowly opened her lips and let the head press in-between her lips, feeling him gently trying to push forward as a moan came from his lips. She let herself stay there for a moment, her eyes moving up to look to him. She saw his head leant back a bit, eyes closed, and after a moment his hands came down to either side of her head, trying to get her to take more. She sensed his urgency and let her lips loosen a bit; feeling him quickly pushing his shaft forward, but she kept her lips tight, only allowing him to push about half of his length in. She moved a hand up to his chest, motioning for him to stop; she just let herself feel the throbbing on her tongue. Corrina kept her eyes up on him, watching him as she began pulling her mouth back, slowly sliding her lips along his shaft. She saw Geoff's eyes closed tight, seeing him trying so hard to stay still, feeling his fingers on the side of her head tighten a bit. She teasingly pulled back so just the head rested in her mouth, then felt him holding her head firmly as he pushed back in, lowering his head down and catching her eyes. They both stared at each other as Corrina let him pump forward, still slowly, but feeling him push a bit further in, looking down to her all the while, not wanting to push her past her limits. Corrina saw how slow and gentle Geoff was being with her, amusing her quite a bit. After he gently pumped her mouth a few more times, she decided to give him a bit of a surprise. She straightened up suddenly, making Geoff take a small step back and take his hands off from the sides of her head, unsure of what she was up to. Corrina wasted no time in reaching a hand up and putting her fingers against his stomach, her thumb down and under the base of his cock, making it push upwards. She stared down at it for a moment before she let herself lean forward and bring her lips to his cock, not slowing at all as she took the head in between her lips, and then more of her shaft. More and more, continuing at the same speed. Before Geoff knew it, he was looking down at her, her lower lip pressing down against his hanging testicles and her upper lip pouting out a bit, spanning from the base of his cock to his pelvis, swallowing his cock whole. She had her jaw relaxed just enough, the head of his cock tightly pressing down into it. Geoff stared down at her, completely taken off guard and quickly feeling the tightness of her throat. Corrina just held still, her tongue lazily running along the underside of his cock as it held still, completely inside her mouth. He could feel the slow, gentle breathing from her nose down against his stomach, knowing it was only a matter of time before she'd have to pull up to catch her breath. After almost a minute, Corrina finally started pulling her head back, letting Geoff's glistening shaft become more and more exposed as it left her mouth. She had just barely gotten half of the shaft out of her mouth before she dove her head back down, taking it all of the way back in. She worked herself back and forth a few times before she started working into a quick, rhythmic, pace. Her hair tussling as she moved her head back and forth, her lips reaching the base of Geoff's cock each time. She did her best to keep her lips tight, massaging his cock with it, hearing his moaning getting louder as she continued, knowing what an effect it was having on him. Just as Corrina was really getting herself into her performance, Geoff suddenly lowered his hands and grabbed the sides of her head again, pushing her back and pulling his cock away from her. "Geoff, what's wrong? I'm sorry, was that too fast?" Corrina asked, looking up at him, leaning back in the chair now. Her face showing concern, worried that she'd let this all happen too quickly, that this wasn't what he'd wanted. "No, no. That was... that was incredible, Corrina," Geoff replied, his face red and his chest rising and falling a bit, trying to catch his breath. "I just... It's been awhile for me, and that... that was just too much to start with. I didn't want you to think I was one of those five minute guys." He cracked a grin and saw her playful smile in response. "Aww, well, that's sweet in a weird sort of way," Corrina smiled. "But maybe I should just bring you off all quick-like now so you can get some of that stage fright out of your system, huh?" She grinned, leaning forward and moving towards his cock again, but frowned as he gently pushed her back again, making her form a playful pout on her lips. "Oh no, besides, why should I let you have all the fun?" He replied, then quickly leant forward to wrap his strong arms around her body, pulling her up against him. A squeal of surprise slipped from her lips. He quickly turned her around and took the few short steps to put her back down on the wide, wooden counter under the mirror, leaning in and pressing his lips against her, his right hand moving down her side and over her thigh. His legs moved between hers and slowly pushed them apart while his hand snaked over her leg to her inner thigh, then pressed his index and middle finger up firmly against her panties, pushing up against her lips, feeling her sharp gasp against his lips. Geoff plunged his two fingers into her already wet tunnel, sliding them in and out. Corrina gasped as she felt her body shudder. She felt an orgasm building from deep inside her young body. They kissed deeply, their tongues whirling together, sharing the passion they both felt. Geoff broke the kiss, sliding his tongue down her cheek. He kissed and bit her neck, inhaling the wonderful perfume he had come to associate with her. Corrina dropped her head back, yielding her body to him. Geoff slid further down, sliding his tongue between her luscious, large breasts. Corrina moaned as he cupped her breast with one hand, the other still plunging its long fingers into her. She held his head to her breasts, rubbing her firm globes against his mouth. He sucked, then nibbled on her overly sensitive nipples, sending wave after wave of electricity through the young girl's body. Corrina moaned with pleasure. It had been a long time for her, too. Geoff kissed down her trembling body, down her belly, until he reached the top of her panties. Corrina's eyes widened as he hooked her panties and slipped them off, tossing them to the floor. Geoff looked up at the young girl, smiling as he slid his nails back and forth across the tops of her firm thighs. She sat there on the counter, unable to move. Geoff spread her legs slowly, kissing up her inner thighs. Corrina grabbed her breasts, squeezing them, her pussy aching as Geoff worked his way up her legs, sucking and biting her inner thighs. Corrina bit her lower lip in anticipation, Geoff teasingly working his way to her pussy slowly. She wanted to scream, to yell at him to hurry, but she bit her lip even harder, not wanting to spoil the moment she had fantasized about for the past year. Geoff looked up at her, smiled, and then slid her to the edge of the counter. He kissed her thighs, nibbling on the tender flesh, then gently rubbed his face against her wet lips. Corrina moaned loudly, her breathing becoming short and shallow. Geoff flicked his tongue up and down the wet lips, tasting her sweet juices. Corrina squealed as he plunged his tongue into her wanting tunnel, curling the raspy blade inside her. She grabbed his head, pulling his mouth hard to her lips. The older man cupped her ass, pulling her sweetness to his mouth. Corrina cried out gleefully as his tongued reached deep into her, plunging in and out. She held his head to his pussy, grinding against his invading tongue. Her hips bucked wildly, rocking back and forth against his hungry mouth. She felt her body shaking as her orgasm began growing, cascading through her body. Geoff slid his tongue up her lips, sucking her swollen clit between his teeth. He rolled back and forth across her bud. He plunged two fingers deep into her, sucking, biting her clit. Corrina cried out, her young body squirming against his lashing tongue. "Ooohhh ggodddd, Geoff!" she cried, holding his head to her wet pussy. Corrina cried out again and again, her hips fucking his tongue. Geoff felt her body tensing, jerking uncontrollably. He increased his pace, sucking, eating her hard. Corrina held his head tightly, grinding against his mouth. The orgasm grew and grew until it reached its certain climax. Corrina cried out, surprised by her loudness, as the orgasm took control of her body, controlling every movement. "Oooohhhhhh gggddddd, yes, yes!" she cried, fucking Geoff's mouth. Her body shook wildly as the orgasm reached its predictable conclusion. Corrina pulled Geoff's head tight against her aching pussy, bucking against his mouth. Corrina came with ferocity unknown to her. Her juices squirted out, almost ejaculating in its power. Geoff sucked and took all she offered, his tongue sliding over her thighs, her lips. He drank all he could, his tongue licking her cum like a kitten with a bowl of milk. The young girl held his head tight to her, feeling every touch, every flick of his tongue across her lips and clit. She came again and again as Geoff continued eating her, sucking on her clit as he rammed his fingers deep into her pulsing tunnel. "Unghh!" She grunted after feeling Geoff still using all of his efforts on her pussy, driving her beyond the peak she'd already reached. Another short cry came from her lips before she finally felt able to take control of her body again, reaching her hands up to push Geoff's head away. Her hands holding the sides of his head and gently pulling him back, laughing a bit as she watched his tongue still thrashing wildly, seeing him finally taking the hint and backing off. "Oh no!" Corrina raised her hands to cover her mouth, seeing the glistening juices that had been splattered all over Geoff's lips and cheeks, now running down his chin. Her head turning back and forth, trying to locate a towel for him, and quickly snatching one up from her side, reaching out and doing her best to dab it against his face, blushing a bit as she realized just how much he had made her come. "I.. I'm sorry, that doesn't always happen. I mean, that hardly ever happens," she gushed, apologizing profusely, hearing herself break into laughter as she saw the amused grin on his face. She let her hand run down under his chin and lifted lightly, urging him to his feet as she stayed perched on the counter. She honestly wasn't even sure that she could stand on her own accord even if she'd wanted to at this point. Corrina looked over Geoff's face one last time as they were more level, dabbing a few spots with the towel before she leaned in and planted a soft, light kiss against his lips, still tasting just a hint of her wet, warm juices against his lips, still amazed at just how hard he'd made her cum. "Geoff," she said softly, just barely breaking the kiss and keeping her head close to his. "Geoff, that, that was amazing," she continued, letting her head pull back from his slowly, her body practically glowing as she felt her body so warm and relaxed, as if Geoff had released all of her pent up frustration. She smiled and ran her hand over the sides of his face, cradling it as Geoff's hands did the same to her, running along her hair, stroking it gently. "The pleasure," Geoff responded, keeping his voice at the same, low level, like they were trying to hide their conversation, "was all mine." He smiled wider than her in response, running his tongue along his laps, still savoring her taste on them. They shared glances for a few moments, lost in their lust, until Corrina's head turned to the side again, seeing the lights of another car driving past the store front, making her jump and laugh a bit, suddenly remembering that anybody could've have been watching them, but not even caring anymore at this point, so lost in her pleasure. Geoff reached up and gently cupped her chin, turning her head back to him and stealing a quick kiss, almost like he was reminding her that he was still there. Their lips stayed pressed together for a few moments, both of them letting out soft sighs into each other's mouths, only breaking when Corrina jumped back after feeling the soft little slap against her thigh. She squealed a bit, feeling the heavy, thick head of Geoff's cock shifting as he stood, pressing into her thigh a bit. She looked down and saw his cock harder than before, almost like it was trying to jump out of its skin, the skin stretched so tightly along his shaft. She bit her bottom lip as she tried to hide her playful grin, raising her head up to look at Geoff, seeing his eyes lowered as well, looking to her thighs. Without any words exchanged between them, she slowly brought her arms up and draped them over his shoulders, joining behind his neck, bringing her head in close to his. Geoff's eyes rose up to meet hers as he felt her lean in closer, his hands staying down against her hips. He saw the look in her eyes and knew, giving her hips a gentle tug towards himself, pulling her closer to the edge of the counter, making his cock drag along her thigh, closer to her lips. She gave a little whimper in response, and they both silently knew what they both wanted. She kept one hand up on his shoulder as her other hand lowered down between them. Her fingers were like silk on his cock as she wrapped her fingers around the shaft, just under the head, pulling it away from her thigh and straightening it, lining it up with her lips, still red and slick from Geoff's ministrations just a short time ago. Her eyes looked back up, seeing Geoff smiling back, giving a gentle thrust with his hips against her hand, almost testing her grip, and she gave a little giggle in response. She gave him a little tug, making him shift up a bit closer, and let herself shift her hips a bit closer to the edge again, gasping and closing her eyes as she felt the head of Geoff's cock pressing up against her opening, sending a shiver up her spine. Geoff joined her in letting out a breathless gasp, amazed with himself at being able to stand this slow, almost teasing approach that she'd been taking for the past few moments. He saw her closed eyes and eased himself forward, the head of his cock finding the warm, slick folds of her lips, and seeming to just fall into her, keeping himself steady as he let the head of his cock slip between her lips. Corrina's head tilted up, then back a bit, feeling the warm, throbbing cock pressing into her, like none she'd ever felt before. His hands were gripping her hips so tightly; keeping her steady, as he slowly pushed himself in more. The room eerily silent aside from the breathless gasps and sighs they were sharing. She looked deeply into Geoff's eyes as he worked himself deeper into her, her moans slipping from her lips. Geoff thrust hard, driving the thick shaft all the way into her aching tunnel. Corrina cried out, softly, as she felt his hard cock stab deep into her. Her arms wrapped more tightly around Geoff's neck, crushing her firm young breasts against his chest. Geoff wrapped his arms around her, pulling her off the counter, letting her slip onto his hard cock. Thrusting up into her, Geoff drove deep into her as her legs wrapped around his waist, holding on tightly. His thick cock rammed deeply into her, the head slamming against the head of her cervix.




The Salon



"Oooohhhh gggddddd, Geoff," Corrina cried out as her new lover rammed his cock into her. "Ooooohhhh, it feels sooo good, so hard!" It had been way too long since Corrina had given herself like this, to be taken control of. She felt his cock growing harder, thicker inside her, stretching her wide. Geoff backed her against the wall, thrusting up into her tight young pussy, her large firm breasts rubbing against his chest. Geoff moaned loudly, breathing deeply, his fantasy of the past year finally coming true. 

Corrina felt his cock throbbing, jerking wildly against her walls. "ooohh ggddd, Geoff, yes, YES!" she cried, surprised by her own wantonness. What she said next surprised the usually reserved girl even more. "Harder, harder...fuck me harder, Geoff!" she moaned through her panting. Geoff pinned her to the wall, slamming his thick shaft deep into her tight young pussy, her legs wrapped around his waist. Corrina's juices began flooding out, splattering as Geoff's hips slammed against her. "Oh gd, oh gd...I'm cumming, I'm cumming, Geoff," she groaned as Geoff pounded deep into her. She could feel his cock throbbing, pulsing against her walls, splitting her open. She held on tightly, giving in completely into her passion, her lust. 

"Ooooohhhhhh! Oh fuck, oh fuck!" Corrina screamed as she came hard, her juices squirting out, cumming harder than she ever had before. Her hot cum gushed from her pussy, encasing Geoff's pounding cock with the warmth of her passion. Her thighs, his hips soaked with her cum. Geoff could feel her beautiful body trembling, tensing, then shaking violently as she came hard, her juices drenching him. Corrina felt his cock jerking wildly inside her, ready to explode. "Cum inside me, Geoff, I want to feel you in me," she begged.

Geoff thrust hard, grinding his cock inside Corrina, his cock swelling, growing thicker against her walls. The heat of her juices around his cock sent him over the edge. His cock exploded, spewing its hot load deep into her pussy. Corrina cried out as the hot goo splashed against her walls, filling her with his seed. She held tight around his neck, her firm breasts crushed against his chest as Geoff's cock spewed stream after stream of hot cum into her. Her pussy gripped his thick shaft, milking the hard cock of its load. 

Their eyes locked for a moment, then Geoff kissed Corrina deeply, his tongue whirling in her mouth. Corrina slid down the wall slowly, her hands caressing Geoff's fit body. She slipped onto her knees, kissing her way down. Her fingers gently wrapped around the cum soaked cock, rubbing the head over her breasts and her cheeks. Corrina looked up at Geoff, giggling, smiling. She slid her tongue along the sensitive underside of his still hard cock, tasting the mix of their passion. Corrina looked up at Geoff, smiling, then took him deep into her mouth, sucking his cock clean of their lust. Geoff's fingers grab her hair, holding it back as he watched this beautiful, sexy young woman taking his cock deep into her mouth. Corrina playfully sucked him dry, then kissed her way back up, letting her breasts rub against his chest.

"Oh Geoff, that was wonderful," she said, almost giggling like a little schoolgirl. "I didn't realize how badly I needed that." She took a deep breath, her eyes lowered as she softly whispered, "I hope you don't think I something like this often." Geoff could see her embarrassment, almost ashamed of what had just happened. Geoff took her into his arms, holding her gently, yet firmly.

"I know you don't, Corrina, and that's what made this even more special," Geoff said, softly as he looked down at her. Corrina was too afraid to look up, afraid that Geoff might think badly of her. He took her hand, leading her to the couch where they sat, she laying against him as he caressed her still trembling body. Corrina felt safe in his arms, hoping that this moment would last. After a while, Geoff leaned back. "I don't know about you, but I'm getting a little hungry." Corrina didn't look up, afraid that Geoff was leaving her to another Friday of being alone. "I know a little place a few blocks away we can go."

Corrina looked up, "What do you mean?"

Geoff thought that maybe he had assumed that Corrina didn't have plans for the night when she really did. "Oh, I thought that since you didn't have any plans, we could go out and get something to eat, but if you are busy......" 

Corrina interrupted him, shaking her head, "No, no, I don't have any plans. I just wasn't sure what you were asking."

Geoff smiled, his hand caressing her flat tummy, sliding just under her breasts as she rested her head in his lap. He looked down at her, smiling sweetly, "Then let me do this right and formally invite you out. Corrina, if you're not busy tonight, I'd love to take you to dinner." Corrina giggled at the formal invitation, considering he had just given her the most passionate fuck of her young life.

"I would be delighted, Dr Jones," she said, giggling sweetly. Geoff smiled, pulling her up and kissing her lips tenderly. They dressed, then spent the next several hours at the restaurant, talking about anything and everything. They ended up back at Geoff's home where they stayed in most of the day and the weekend, getting up just to go to the party. That next Monday, Kristie asked Corrina how her weekend was.

"I was a slug all weekend," she said giggling, "I barely got out of bed all weekend." At first the other girls shook their heads, wishing Corrina would get out more, but they all saw a glow about her and knew she wasn't telling the whole story.