4 comments/ 20333 views/ 7 favorites A Knockout By: FantasyXY We've all heard the saying that the truth is stranger than fiction, and in many cases I have found this to be true. I've also found the truth is quite often more compelling than fiction. Here is my story... ***** Awesome! The best seat in the place just opened up and I'm taking it. From this one seat there is a clear view of the entire room and all of the sexy things that are here. This place's tag line of 'Gentlemen meet your new favorite chair' refers to the seat where you get serviced, but I like this one in waiting area just as well. I'm here at a men's place for haircuts called Knockouts. Maybe you've been here. It's the one that has a boxing motif. If you haven't been to one, let me tell you about it. Knockouts is sort of like a barber shop, but instead of the barber being some old curmudgeon with a buzz cut, she is an attractive young woman, or as the name implies, a knockout. These barbers or stylists, as I have learned they prefer to be called, all wear a sexy uniform that includes a short skirt and a mock sports jersey that tends to show a fair amount of cleavage. Everywhere you look in this place there are televisions tuned to sports channels, but I don't think many men come to watch TV. They come here to get a haircut, and for the view. Yes the view is outstanding, but the service is even better. Along with great haircut, you get pampering that includes an old fashioned hot towel for your face, and a nice head and neck massage from your stylist. On top of that, many of the stylists like to flirt a little while they are cutting your hair. To say this place is popular is a gross understatement. If you don't have an appointment you will likely have to wait. Of course I can't say that waiting all that bad. Even when I have an appointment, I like to show up early just to take in the view. Apparently I'm not the only one that loves this place. Over the years I've seen more than one guy walking out with his hand casually covering his crotch. So you get the idea that I think this place is pretty awesome, but as great as this place is, this is my first visit in almost four years. You see, a while back I did something stupid that got me banned from Knockouts. Well, I wasn't officially banned from every Knockouts. I could have gone to the Knockouts in a nearby city, but going to this particular Knockouts was definitely out of the question. ...Banned? Really? How does one get banned from a barber shop? A little over four years ago I was out running errands that included taking the time to get a much needed haircut. After all, my friends and family were putting together a party to celebrate my fiftieth birthday and I wanted to look my best for the occasion. As luck would have it I ended up nearby Knockouts. Even though I didn't have an appointment, I knew they accepted walk-ins. So I did just that. I walked in hoping that Tina, my regular stylist, could find a way to fit me in. Tina was pretty and super friendly. She also had nice big tits that would occasionally rub against you while she cut your hair. I'm guessing that Tina had no idea she was doing this, and if you asked Tina I am sure she would be like most women and claim she never noticed her chest ever touching anyone. But I'm a guy and guys notice even the slightest touch of a breast, and Tina's titty rubbing was too much for any guy to ignore. Needless to say Tina was very popular. Getting a cut from her as walk-in was a longshot, but I had to give it a try. The worst that could happen would be to have to make an appointment for another day, or maybe get a haircut from some lesser endowed stylist. So I walked in only half paying attention and asked this new girl at the counter if Tina was available. The girl didn't even look up from the computer screen. She just kept doing whatever it was she was doing and informed me that Tina had gone home sick. She didn't exactly sound thrilled about Tina leaving early either. Then the new girl added that everyone else was really backed up taking Tina's appointments on top of their own. Well, so much for getting a haircut while I happened to be in the area. That didn't really matter. I still had a few days before my birthday. I knew I had another break in my schedule later that week. So asked what Tina's schedule looked like for the coming Thursday. Still looking at the screen the girl at the counter tapped the keyboard and made a couple of what I would call thinking faces, but didn't say a word. I wasn't sure she even heard what I had asked. I was about to offer to come back when they weren't so busy when the new girl finally looked up. For a moment she just stared at me. Then she smiled and said that if I could wait, she would do me next. Yeah she actually implied that she would 'do me', complete with that unmistakable, yes I meant that to sound sexual tone of voice. The new girl now had my full attention. The new girl's name was Jessica. I knew this because Jessica is what was on her name tag, and the way her name tag was perched up on her tits it was hard to miss. Although I do see how some guys might look right past that nametag. ...So, from my story so far one might think I'm obsessed with breasts, but I'm not. I've never been considered what one might call a boob man. It's just that Jessica was quite well endowed, even more so than Tina. So yeah, Jessica had a nice set of tits and the way she had stuffed herself in the Knockouts uniform left a good part of what she had exposed, and every time she bent to do something at the counter a little more of her would hang out. Boob man or not, this spillage was very hard not to notice. I said I am not really a boob man, and that is true. Even though her breasts were screaming "look at me, look at me", I found the most appealing part of Jessica to be her pretty face. She had beautiful dark eyes that beamed right through the stylish glasses she was wearing, and her skin was so smooth and soft I wanted was to reach out and touch it. But by far her best feature was her friendly and expressive smile. It was like a smorgasbord. I couldn't decide what part of her I wanted to look at most. So the clock was ticking on her offer to 'do me', and I am pretty sure she was thinking I was trying to figure out if I had time to wait or not, but what I was actually thinking about was how damn sexy she was. Then while Jessica was patiently waiting for my response, she caught me staring at her tits. Realizing I had been caught praising the yabbos, I got ready for the typical female indignation. But instead of acting perturbed she just smiled, tilted her head and said, "I'm the best you'll ever have." With this second double entendre, I decided that I definitely had the time to wait for a cut from this new girl Jessica. As it turned out I wasn't exactly her next customer as Jessica had said. She had to finish up with a customer in the chair, and then she had a full appointment ahead of me. It looked like I was going to be there a while. On the up side, I got to sit in my favorite seat in the waiting area. Making my wait even better, Jessica made it a point to flirt with me every chance she had. Her flirting was especially fun when she needed to come up to the counter or retrieve some products from the display stand and the flirting was more up close and personal. ...One of my friends says that all the flirting at Knockouts is just a ploy to get a bigger tips, and to that I say this... "Who the fuck cares why they are doing it. How is having a pretty young woman flirting with you ever a bad thing?" As my turn in her chair got closer it seemed as if Jessica started making up excuses to come to the front of the store. Each time she came to the front her flirts became more overt and obvious. If Jessica was only flirting for a bigger tip, and she probably was, she was earning every penny. When it was finally my turn Jessica took me by the hand and led me back to her station. None of the other stylists ever led me to the chair like this, and I didn't remember seeing Jessica leading her previous customer this way, but I had to assume that she did. I'd have to admit that being led around like that in a barber shop did feel kind of awkward, but I can't say I didn't like it. As Jessica cut my hair we made the typical small talk. It was mostly about whatever sport was on TV at her station, and that's probably what most guys there talked about, but while we talked Jessica brought up three non-sports related topics that really stuck in my head. First she pointed out that my favorite stylist, Tina, was married... Then Jessica said she was a great cook and loved to make deserts... And finally she told me she had recently broken up with her boyfriend. These subjects were telling in themselves, but how she said these things left little doubt that she was letting me know that she was available. My hair was cut and it came time for my favorite part. The shampoo, hot towel, and the head and neck massage. This part of the service from Jessica was amazing. Her touch was a perfect blend of soothing and sensual. When it was all said and done she had me both looking and feeling great, so I tipped her double what I normally would have. It was a small price to pay for the way her flirting and her sensual touch made me feel so young and alive. ...With all that flirting and I didn't ask her out? Don't forget that I was almost 50 and she was in her early 20's at best. But of course that wasn't the end. Fast forward a couple of months and I needed another haircut. This time I just needed a little trim because I was heading out on a business trip. If you are starting to get the idea that it takes some sort of special event to prompt me to get my haircut, you are right. I've never been one of those that gets his haircut on a regular basis. Anyway, this time I called to get an appointment with Tina. I didn't want to risk just dropping in again. Of course I arrived early and as soon as I walked in I noticed that things were different. The first thing I noticed was the chair for my favorite place to sit was gone. There was also something different about the front counter, but I just couldn't put my finger on what that difference was. I probably couldn't figure out the difference at the counter because I was gawking at the biggest change they had made. They had put these new life sized photos of extremely hot models in skimpy boxing outfits on the walls. As if the guys coming to this place needed any more sexy women to look at. Now they added a sexy girl fight theme to the mix. With all of the changes I also didn't immediately notice it was Jessica who was sitting at the counter, but there she was smiling at me with that big sexy smile of hers. She said hello and even remembered my name. In fact Jessica greeted me so warmly that I felt kind of bad. I almost didn't want to tell her I had made an appointment with Tina instead of her. So I walked up to the counter and acted as if I were truly unsure of who I had an appointment with. "Hi, I think I have a 5:30 with Tina?" Half stating, half asking. Jessica looked at me like the cat that ate the canary and simply stated, "No you don't sweetie. You're mine." Once again her voice had this tone that sounded overtly sexual, and I got the feeling she had poached my appointment from Tina and put in on her own calendar. Next Jessica pulled a chair out from behind the counter and scooted it into my favorite place to wait, then smiled a knowing smile and told me to have a seat. Holy crap, it was like she knew exactly why I liked to sit there. Even more, Jessica's station had been moved to the back in the corner, and my favorite seat was the only one with an unobstructed view of where she now worked. It seemed as if young Miss Jessica really like to be watched. So I sat in my seat and did what Jessica wanted. I watched. Once again she started her routine of coming up to the front to check on things that probably didn't warrant a trip to the front, and of course flirting with me. This time her trips to the front were different than my last visit. This time before she came up to the front, Jessica would first make sure I was watching. Then she would do this exaggerated sexy walk all the way to the front. Once she made it to the front she would flirt. After the task was done she would flirt some more, then do that sexy walk all the way back to her station. It wasn't long before all I was watching was Jessica as she paraded about the shop. It had to be Jessica's third or fourth trip up to the counter when I finally noticed what was different about the counter that day. Jessica was sitting on the stool at the counter and I could see straight up Jessica's skirt. The sales banner that usually covered the counter's kneehole was missing. Now it made sense why the chair from my favorite place in the waiting area had been removed, and why Jessica had put the chair back just for me. It seemed that maybe young Jessica had planned on putting on a little show for me under that counter. Sure enough, just as I noticed the open space under the desk she closed and crossed her legs. I looked up at Jessica and she was smiling about what she was doing to me. When she finished her task at the counter, she stood she made a show of pulling down and smoothing the front of her skirt, letting me know that it had been hiked up. Then as she walked past me to return to her station, she stuck her tongue out at me and smiled as if she had candy and I wasn't getting any. Damn this girl knew how to tease. When she was finished with the customer ahead of me and he was paying, Jessica continued teasing me. She sat at the counter casually crossing and uncrossing her legs while she processed this guy's credit card. After each move of her legs she would crane her neck to see past the customer and make sure that I was still watching. It was kind of like Sharon Stone from Basic Instinct, but with panties. Unfortunately, the customer was standing in the way and I didn't really see as much as Jessica likely had intended for me to see. With previous customer done and gone it was finally my turn. Like before, Jessica took me by the hand and led me to her station. Once again, I didn't see her do this with the previous customer. I was nice but still kind of awkward. It felt a little like she was leading me off for sex. Even more awkward were the wide eyed stares we were getting from the other stylists as Jessica led me along. ...Okay, on to the haircut. Jessica was just getting started on my haircut when the stylist at the next station shook her hand wildly and cried out "splinter!" I had no idea what this stylist was yelling about. Jessica had to explain it to me. She said that individual hairs can get cut at an angle and are quite sharp. Occasionally these sharp hairs can get embedded in the stylist's skin just like any other sort of splinter. I asked Jessica if they hurt and if she ever had one. Jessica said she had gotten a few and that two of them really hurt. Then Jessica leaned in close and made sure I was watching her in the mirror. She said the worst place she had ever one of these splinters was here... Then she quickly pulled her shirt collar open exposing her breast while she demonstratively tapped her finger on a place where she claimed to have had a splinter. The place she was tapping was right next to her nipple. Holy shit! Jessica had just showed me her nipple, and it was no accident. I was completely stunned, but she didn't stop there. She moved next to me so her back was to the all of the other stylists, and showed me where another splinter had been by slowly pulling her skirt up and touching the tip of her finger high up on her inner thigh. Now I couldn't see how she could actually get a splinter there, but I could definitely see her slit through her panties. There was no missing that! Her finger was pointing directly to it. Her skirt was only up for a moment before she pulled it back down and smoothed the front as if she were petting her private place, but I saw what she was showing me. That was it. There was no way that Jessica was just flirting for tips. But that made no sense. I know I look younger than I really am, but I look a hell of a lot closer to forty than thirty, and Jessica couldn't have been any more than twenty-two or twenty-three. Even if she didn't know how old I really was, she had to know I was quite a bit older than her. Hell, I was literally old enough to be her father... and then some. At that point the term daddy issues crossed my mind. I'm not sure why I had that thought. I never really understood exactly what a daddy issue was. Sometimes I wonder if that term isn't just used to try and explain the unexplainable. Maybe Jessica had one of these issues, and maybe not. Since I have no clue what a daddy issue really is, I had no idea. My conclusion was that she was looking for a sugar daddy and thought I had deep pockets or something. The rest of the haircut was spent with her smiling at me then bending awkwardly to expose her cleavage, or her rubbing against me in ways she shouldn't have been. Of course I was thoroughly enjoying this and wasn't about to do or say anything that would make her stop. I just prayed that the other stylists were too busy to see what was going on. Then it came time for the final wash, hot towel and massage part of the service. Once again Jessica's massage was soothing and very sensual. When she was done and towel was removed, I found her bending over me with her breasts mere inches from my face. Jessica then gently turned and tilted my head so that my face was nearly touching her exposed cleavage, and said "Let me get that." She leaned forward until her warm breasts were pressed against my nose and lips. Then she cradled my head and caressed my ear as if she was removing something that shouldn't have been there. Oh my fucking god! Whatever daddy issue this girl had, be it sugar or not, I had to get her phone number. The haircut was almost finished. All that was left was the dry and style. I just needed to maintain for a few more minutes and I could ask for her number at the counter when I paid. It would be perfect. She could just write her number on the back of an appointment reminder card and no one would have to know but me and her. Then of all the bad things that could have happened, did happen. Just as Jessica was putting the finishing touches on my hair, the Knockouts' owner walked in. Jessica's attitude instantly went from hair cutting slut to pure business. No more flirts. No more touching. No more nothing. She started treating me just like any other customer. To make things even worse, the owner took over at the checkout counter and I never got the chance to ask for Jessica's number. So I paid the old fart of an owner and left Jessica a nice tip. Then I went to my car and stared back into the store while I wondered what the fuck I had done to deserve such bad karma. As I watched through the window I saw the owner putting up a new banner over the kneehole at the front desk. I had hoped he was just there to put up the banner and leave so I could go back in and ask for Jessica's number, but the bastard stayed until well after they closed. I finally drove home without the chance to utter another word to Jessica. That night a zillion fantasy outcomes played through my head, each one ending with me having hot nasty sex with Jessica. In my mind we were having all kinds of sex in all sorts of places, but one fantasy ran through my head more than any other. In this fantasy I would imagine Jessica leading me to her station and putting the hot towel on my face, and then while I relaxed she would suck me off. A Knockout I'm not sure what caused me to have this particular fantasy over and over, but my guess is that the way Jessica led me to her station along with her super sexy smile had something to do with it. Whatever the cause, this recurring fantasy proved to be exceptionally stimulating, so much so that I had a hard time sleeping that night. The next morning I arrived at the airport for my trip on maybe two hours of sleep. It was a struggle to stay awake as I made my way through the airport and onto the plane. Exhausted, I fell asleep right after takeoff and of course started dreaming about Jessica. My dream was just getting to the good part when I was jarred back to reality by the pilot's announcement that we were on approach to our destination. As I awoke I caught the woman seated next to me glancing at my crotch. At that point I realized that I had an erection. I wondered how long the bulge in my pants had been there, and what this woman was thinking. My trip lasted for the rest of the week and I didn't get back home until late Friday night. The whole time I was gone I was thinking how nice it would have been to have Jessica's number. Jessica didn't work on the weekend, so the Monday after I got back from my trip I went to Knockouts to talk to Jessica, but I was told she wasn't there. I asked when she would be in and was told she had been temporarily reassigned to a Knockouts in Texas for training. Texas? What the fuck? What kind of haircutting place sends stylists to another state for training? This had to be a lie. All I could imagine was that the owner moved Jessica to another store because he found out about her flirting with me the other day. Even if it wasn't a lie it was just my luck, and it was all bad. Then as I walked out it struck me that what I was seeing as bad luck wasn't really all that bad. I don't usually believe in things like Karma, but in this case it seemed that my Karma was actually trying to protect me. After all, messing around with a girl of Jessica's age could only lead to trouble. A couple of weeks passed and my Jessica fantasies finally subsided. I decided that Jessica couldn't have really been all that interested in me. After all she had my phone number in the Knockouts computer system. She could have looked it up and called me. At that point my best guess was that Jessica just got a huge kick out of making old guys squirm, and I had been her latest victim. ...This should have been the end of the Jessica thing, but I haven't gotten to the part of how I got banned yet. Now fast forward a couple more months. This time I wasn't getting a haircut. I was on my way from the gym back to my office to get a proposal ready and I decided to grab some dinner at this place called Noodles. Noodles is one of those crossover fast food places where you order at the counter, then go sit in the dining area and the wait staff brings your order to you. My plan was to get some quick takeout and eat while I worked. It was dinner time and the line was pretty long. This wasn't going to as fast as I wanted, but I was famished, so I decided to go ahead and deal with the dinner rush. Just after I got in line someone tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Hey you." I thought maybe I had inadvertently cut in line or something. So I glanced over my shoulder. All I saw was a group of teen age girls behind me talking amongst themselves, so I looked over my other shoulder. Apparently it was one of these young girls that had tapped on my shoulder and she thought I should have recognized her. The next thing I heard was, "Don't you recognize me? I cut your hair... Remember?" I couldn't believe it. I hadn't recognized Jessica standing among her younger friends. In my defense I had only glanced at the girls for a moment and in the noise of the restaurant I didn't recognized Jessica's voice. After Jessica told me she had been the one that tapped me on the shoulder I turned around and faced the girls. I noticed right away that Jessica was wearing her hair different and didn't have her glasses on. This gave me a chance to save face. I started firing off comments about the things I noticed that were different. "You look so different without your glasses... Did you get contacts?" "And you changed your hair... It's shorter now." "Wow, you look great." I knew I had hit my mark with that last comment as Jessica flashed that incredible smile. Apparently I was out of trouble for not immediately recognizing her. Like I said it was dinner time and the line was pretty long, and Jessica stood next to me the whole time ignoring her friends and talking to me. This time she was just being friendly instead of flirty. It was nice. I actually much preferred the friendly Jessica to the overtly flirty Jessica. We just stood and talked as the like slowly inched toward the counter. I really can't remember most of what we talked about, but I do remember asking her about work. I was fishing for an answer as to whether to not she had gotten busted for her behavior with me during my last appointment. She said that chose to do what they called advanced training in Texas and she stayed and worked there for a few weeks so she could visit relatives that lived nearby. It seems the gal I talked to the day I went to Knockouts looking for Jessica after my trip was telling the truth. When we got to the front of the line I went to one ordering station and Jessica and her friends went to the other. I finished ordering first and went to sit in the takeout area. Soon afterwards Jessica and her friends went to find a table. I kind of expected Jessica to stop and say goodbye or something, but she just smiled at me as they passed by. I was kind of irked, but I had to give Jessica a pass as her friends probably had her attention at the time. Moments later, I heard someone making odd noises at the soda fountain. I glanced over and there was Jessica, looking to make sure I was watching her. Then she stood at the fountain slowly rocking her ass side to side as she filled her soda. When her cup was full, she turned and again stuck out her tongue like she had candy again, before disappearing behind the half wall that divided takeout from the dining area. Man did she ever like to taunt older guys. I was looking towards the soda machine watching people go by, and hoping like hell Jessica would come back for more soda before I had to go when I felt someone sit down close to me. I turned my head from right to left to see if I needed to make more room on the bench or something. Sure enough, it was Jessica that had sat next to me. I wasn't entirely sure how she got there without me seeing her. She must have gone out through the patio and came back through the front door. The path she took to get there didn't really matter though. What mattered was she was sitting next to me, with our legs touching, and her hand on my thigh. She smiled at me with her sexy smile for a moment then invited me to join her and her friends at their table. I really wanted to stay and hang out with Jessica, but I didn't exactly want to go through the awkwardness of intruding on her young friends. I also had a proposal that was due first thing in the morning that wasn't finished. I had to tell Jessica that I was still working and didn't have time to stay. Then I added that I would really like to see her again. She lit up, smiling that incredible smile as she ripped the phone from my hand to give me her number. She even snapped a quick photo of herself and added it to her newly created place in my contacts list. Later, I noticed that when she took that photo she had coyly held open the front of her sun dress to show more of her tits. My god she was proud of those things. That evening after I finished my proposal I called Jessica and we talked for bit. The next day was a Friday and I was pleased that she was free to go on a date. Jessica told me she didn't care what we did, but I couldn't pick her up before 7:00. It seemed the date planning task was in my court. I've never had a problem planning dates, but I had never dated anyone with this great of an age difference. I definitely didn't want to screw this up by doing some old guy thing, but I didn't want to do something that would make me miserable either. After some thought I decided we would do something my older dates seem to enjoy, and something I enjoyed when I was in my twenties. The next evening I picked Jessica up just after 7:00 and we headed off to the first part of the date, which was dinner at this upscale French bistro that was recommended by a woman I met on Match. To this day I can't say much less spell the name of this restaurant, and that should have been a sign. Holy shit this place was snooty. I started thinking the reason the woman from Match liked this place is it told her how deep her next victim's pockets were. Gladly I wasn't there with that woman, but I was worried that Jessica wouldn't fit in. I was surprised when she played the part of snooty patron almost perfectly. The only dent in her façade of sophistication was she couldn't stop giggling over not knowing which fork to use. Jessica even cleverly suggested that I order for the both of us, which on the surface seemed sophisticated, but my guess is she couldn't read the menu. I couldn't really blame her. Hell, reading the menu was even a stretch for me. So I made our selections based on what little French I knew, and ordered a bottle of wine. At least the wine list was in English. Then I finished our order with this decadent dessert that the woman from Match claimed the place was most noted for. I must have faked my way through the order well enough as the waiter didn't roll his eyes, turn up his nose, or correct me on anything. Jessica seemed somewhat impressed too. Snooty or not, the meal was outstanding. It turned out that it didn't really matter which fork Jessica used, she loved everything I had ordered, including the wine. She especially loved the desert. In fact her love of the desert was a mystery to no one. Everyone around us could hear Jessica as she made yummy noises with every bite. So much for acting sophisticated. After our pretentious and uppity dinner we headed to the second part of the date, which was a comedy club. I know a guy that could get me VIP tickets for the front row. ...Okay, I know what you are thinking... "Yeah right, you know a guy. As if this story isn't hard enough to swallow in the first place... Now you know a guy?" Let me explain. I have been in sales for twenty-eight years and in my line of work I've had to grease a lot of palms with event tickets. So yeah, I know a guy. And it was good that I did, because this show had been sold out for a couple of weeks. When we got to the club my guy was waiting there and he gave us the VIP treatment. We were taken through the VIP entrance, skipping the waiting line for general seating, and were shown to our seats in the VIP area. There a waiter served us drinks while the rest of the crowd gathered behind us. I'd been giving away this clubs tickets for years and this was the first time I ever used a pair for myself. We were treated like royalty. No wonder my customers liked them so much. Jessica especially liked the VIP treatment. The show was great and the comic couldn't have been funnier. I had seen this guy's act years ago and he had this routine he did about couples just fucking the shit out of each other that he called pig sex. The routine always included the comic making lots of hilarious pig squealing sounds while mimicking sexual positions. He didn't disappoint, and his pig sex routine was as funny as ever. At one point during the pig sex routine he spent a good bit of time poking fun at Jessica by insinuating that she was a pig sex addict and that she made all sorts of funny noises during sex, which of course he was more than happy to replicate for the crowd. She was embarrassed, but Jessica also seemed to love the attention. Yeah, Jessica seemed to crave attention. ...Next up, a midnight trip to Knockouts. Things are about to get interesting. After the comedy show Jessica asked me to drive her to Knockouts, holding up her key letting me know she could get in even though the store had closed several hour earlier. The whole way there all I could think of was Jessica taking me by the hand, leading to her station and sucking me off. You're probably thinking that we got caught on a video camera and that's how I got banned. Of course that never happened. That would be way too easy. When we got to Knockouts, Jessica told me to wait in the car while she went in. She was only gone a minute or so and she came with her purse. She said she had accidentally left it there at work that day. It's a damn good thing no one decided to card her when we were ordering wine and drinks all evening. Around here no purse usually means no driver's license, and no license usually equals no alcohol. After retrieving her handbag we drove back to her place and as expected she invited me in. As soon as the door closed behind us Jessica turned, kissed me, and smiled. That one kiss almost instantly turned into what I can only describe as making out like teenagers. I wanted her and she wanted me. Then without saying a word she took me by the hand, and just like she did leading me to her haircutting station, Jessica took me by the hand and led me upstairs to the bedroom. Once in the room she wrapped her arms around my neck and started rubbing herself against me as we kissed. I was nibbling at her neck when she let out a sexy breath, then she whispered in my ear. "I'm glad you decided to come in for a while. It would be a shame to let all the condoms in my little purse here go to waste." Then she giggled as if she was amused that her plan to capture me had actually had worked. I didn't know if she had left her purse at Knockouts by mistake, or if she had left there on purpose thinking our date wouldn't have gotten this far. It didn't really matter either way. At that point I knew I was going to get laid. After the condom comment we looked at each other for maybe two seconds, then we practically ripped each other's clothes off. I was quickly naked and the only thing she had left on was her panties. When I pulled her panties down I noticed a wet spot. Okay, it was way more than just a spot. The entire crotch was soaked. It looked to me like young Jessica had been ready for a while. Maybe even since the pig sex routine. Now I know I shouldn't have done this, but Jessica had been teasing me for months and I couldn't resist teasing her back just a little bit. I held her panties on the end of my finger showing her that I noticed the wet spot and playfully commented on how fucking horny she was. Then I told her I was keeping her wet panties as a souvenir. Jessica seemed kind of embarrassed about the wet spot, and quickly yanked them from the end of my finger tossing them into a dark corner of the room. Then she put my hands on her breasts hoping I would forget about the panties. It seemed like such a lame plan, but it worked. Jessica's breasts were everything they were advertised to be. They were big, warm, soft and very, very sensitive. She had the biggest nipples I'd ever seen, and every time my hands would graze across them she would writhe and moan. I loved the feel of her warm breasts in my hands, and with all the panting and moaning she was doing it seemed like I could have made her come just playing with them. Soon Jessica couldn't stop squirming. She pushed my hands off of her chest and grabbed a condom from that little purse. She couldn't seem to get the damn thing out of the wrapper fast enough. This girl wanted to be fucked... right now! When she finally got the rubber out and rolled onto my cock she laid back pulling me down on top of her. Then we passionately kissed and groped with our legs entangled like wrestlers, pelvises straining together, until I slipped into her wetness and we started fucking. My god Jessica loved sex. We had been fucking for less than ten seconds she came. After that, it was on. I started fucking Jessica harder. Jessica fucked back just as hard, and she got noisy. With all of the loud grunting and moaning all I could think about was pig sex, so I squealed a little, and that made both of us start laughing. So there we were. Rolling around all over the bed fucking the living shit out of each other and laughing. Every little bit between all the laughing, panting and moaning; Jessica would cry out "Oh my god", twist up handfuls of the bed sheets, and arch her back with a quick intense orgasm. It turns out that pig sex isn't just part of a comedy routine. Pig sex happens in real life and it is amazing. Amazing and fun. I've never had so much fun fucking in my entire life. At some point our rowdy fucking must have caused the bed sheets to come loose, because the next time Jessica grabbed handfuls of the sheets and came, we slid right off the bed sheets and all. This just made us both laugh even harder, and as we laid on the floor laughing I felt oddly proud of myself. It seemed that I was turning this much younger woman on so much that everything I did made her come. Hell, she even came while we were falling off of the bed. After we rested on the floor a while, and the laughter finally subsided, Jessica climbed back up onto the bed and flopped onto her back. Of course I followed right behind her. As I moved up to join her I gave her pussy a sensual little kiss. She gasped and slightly pulled away. Then I felt her fingers run through my hair. I kissed her pussy again. She gasped and her grip on my head tightened. Jessica wasn't laughing anymore. Instead she was moaning like crazy as I gently caressed her pussy with my lips and tongue. When my sucking and licking found its way to her clit she actually grabbed me by the hair and kept me from moving away. I started sucking her clit and slid my fingers inside her. When I touched that magic soft spot inside her pussy, she came so fucking hard I thought she was going to explode. This wasn't a quick little orgasm like the others. This one was huge and I had to hold her down to keep her from flying off of the bed again. When she was finally done coming, I climbed up on the bed beside her and watched her chest heave as she twitched from orgasmic aftershocks. When she finally recovered Jessica rolled onto her side, facing me, and started outlining the features of my face with her finger, and looking at me with an odd expression. I was fully expecting her to make a comment about how intense her orgasm was, but what came out of her mouth was something completely different. "Don't you like me? Don't you think I'm pretty?" I could hardly believe what she was asking. How could she not know how damn pretty she was? "Oh my god Jessica you are more than pretty. You so sexy and beautiful I can hardly believe I am here with you." Then she made puppy dog eyes and said, "Why won't you come for me?" and a little pout formed on her lips. At that point I realized just how hard she had been trying to make me come. My first thought was to tell her that if she could have fucked for longer than forty-five seconds without stopping to have an orgasm I might have gotten off, but I've been around long enough to know better than to say something like that. So I did what any real man would do and blamed it on the condom. I lied and told her that I had never been able to get off wearing one of those things. Well something I had said about the condom must have hit a chord with Jessica because she started smiling. In fact her look became so deviously nasty that I'll never forget it. Then she put her lips close to my ear and in a low sexy whisper asked, "Do you want to be the first guy ever to come in my mouth?" A Knockout Oh my god I wanted to say yes, but I couldn't. This was my fantasy and just the thought of her letting me come in her mouth had me so excited that I just trembled. I couldn't speak. Even if I could have spoken, I was afraid I would accidentally say something that would ruin the moment and she would change her mind. Then before I could muster any kind of real answer the condom was lying in the middle of the floor, and my cock was in her mouth. And I swear to god she started making the same yummy noises that she had made at dinner while she was eating her desert. Her sucking was pretty amazing and I could feel every one of her yummy sounds vibrating through my cock and into my body. It was intense and having been close to coming a couple of time while we were fucking, I knew I wasn't going to last very long. I just wanted it to take longer than her forty-five seconds to orgasm, but I couldn't hold off and without warning her I came. Being that is was her first time I expected her to pull off after the first squirt, but Jessica didn't miss a beat. She sucked me the whole time I was coming and then some, bobbing and sucking like a machine. It finally started to hurt a little so I put my hand on her head to make her stop. She just sat there for a moment, then I felt her mouth tugging on my cock as she swallowed. After that she picked her head up and smiled about how hard she had made me come. At that point I seriously doubted that this was her first time. After I came I laid there thinking that she would probably want me to stay and cuddle until morning. But that isn't what happened. As soon as my orgasm was over she was ready for me to leave. This was so not like any woman I'd ever been with before, but I wasn't complaining. I mean what could be better than to fuck a woman's brains out, get sucked off, and then go home without having to deal with all that do you really love me and how do you like your eggs crap. Then I realized that she must have been feeling exactly the same way about me, and it made me feel like a tool. So I gathered up my clothes and while I got dressed Jessica threw on a nightshirt. We went downstairs and were kissing by the front door. With each kiss it seemed like Jessica wanted to have sex again. She would pant and strain against me like she had to have it, then push herself away from me and tell me I had to go. This game of yes and no went on until I heard the unmistakable sound of keys unlocking the front door. Uh Oh, husband! Yup, all I could imagine was Jessica somehow neglected to tell me she was married, and I was about to be involved in a serious confrontation. But instead of a pissed off husband coming through the door, in walked a woman. She was all made up and was wearing a nice outfit that showed off her sexy figure. My guess was that this woman had been out on a date. To my relief, it seemed that Jessica had simply neglected to tell me that she had a roommate. As the roommate shut the door she furled her brow and asked Jessica, "Is that my nightshirt?" She then turned and sized me up before uttering the iciest hello I'd heard in years. After that, the woman all but ordered Jessica to the kitchen for a talk. Jessica excused herself and dutifully followed, leaving me to stand by myself at the door. The discussion in the kitchen was quiet at first, but soon became heated. I could easily tell they were arguing, but their voices were too low to hear what the argument was about. I figured that it must be about Jessica borrowing her roommate's nightshirt, or maybe Jessica was supposed to put a sock on the doorknob or something. Whatever it was, they were going at it. I had no idea what I should do. Should I stay and wait for Jessica, wander into the kitchen and join the argument, or just leave and call Jessica later. It was awkward to say the least. So I just stood there, waiting, listening. I wanted to know if the argument had something to do with me, but I could only make out a word here and there. Then things got a little louder between the two, and I heard Jessica yell out loud and clear, "Dammit mom, I am eighteen years old now and I'll date who I want to." ...Holy what the fuck! Jessica was only eighteen? Oh my god, oh my god. I had just taken a teenage girl out, gotten her all liquored up, and then spent a good hour fucking the living crap out of her. What kind of guy does that? Did I just unwittingly committed some sort of crime? I had to get out of there, and fast! Yes, my first instinct was to bolt, and I was halfway out the door when the left side of my brain spoke up and demanded that I stay and do some damage control. A younger man probably would have told old left brain to fuck off and gone ahead and run, but I didn't. I felt I at least owed some sort of explanation to Jessica's mother, and my opportunity to do so came sooner rather than later when Jessica's mom came wheeling out of the kitchen. Boy, did she ever look pissed. Our eyes locked in an icy pre-combat glare, then Jessica's mom started with her first volley. "What the fuck do you think you are doing? That's my eighteen year old daughter in there." "I had free tickets to the comedy club, so we went. That's it." I lied, stupidly trying to make it sound like Jessica and I were somehow just friends. "Don't you try and tell me that. The smell of sex is so thick on the two of you I could scrape it off with a vegetable peeler. I know you fucked her." She had me there. I knew a clever rebuff would have helped my cause here, but I had nothing. At that point it looked like she wanted to hit me, and I am so glad she didn't. Then her barrage continued. "So is this what you do? Run around and having sex with teenagers?"... "How the fuck old are you anyway? Forty-two, forty-three?" "I'm thirty-nine." Of course I was lying again, but I figured I could shave a couple of years off of her guess and still be believable. "Thirty-nine my ass." I guess I pushed that age thing a little too far. I expected that - I'm going to hit you - look to come back again, but to my surprise her mother's icy glare actually started to defrost just a little instead. "I know Jessica has a fake ID. I know she tells people she's twenty-one all the time so she can drink. Is that what she told you? Did she say she was twenty-one?" "She told me twenty-six." Again I was lying through my teeth, knowing full well that Jessica and I never once discussed our ages. The next few moments were as uncomfortable as they come. We just stood there saying nothing, while she tried as hard as she could to drill a hole in my head with her eyes. I used every defensive look and posture I knew, but she persisted in trying to kill me with that incredibly pissed off look of hers. Then her mother's look changed from pissed off to just plain stern. "Well thirty-nine is too old for my daughter and you're still an asshole. Get the fuck out of my house." I opened the door and started to leave, but I was stopped when her mother grabbed a fist full of my shirt and waived a finger at me as she offered the sternest of warnings. "If I ever catch you anywhere near my daughter again I'm calling the cops. Got it?" Then she let go of my shirt and shooed at me with the back of her hand as if I were some sort of bug. Her final words to me were "Get the fuck out!" Yeah I got that. I tried to leave the first time she said it. I didn't really have to be told twice. I was out of that door as fast as I could go. Apparently it wasn't fast enough. Jessica's mother managed to hit me with door as she slammed it shut behind me. I could hardly believe that what had just happened was real. It all seemed so much like a dream that I just stood there on the stoop for a moment, stunned, wondering why I didn't listen to my Karma. It tried to stop me. It tried to tell me going out with Jessica was a huge mistake. This had to be the worst dating disaster in the history of dating disasters. But as bad as it was, things got even worse. ...Worse than getting chewed out like that? How could things possibly get any worse? When I got to my car it wouldn't unlock. My car has one of those push to start systems with the key fob that unlocks the door from your pocket when you touch the handle. But I when grabbed the handle, nothing happened. It wouldn't fucking unlock. I reached into my pocket and my worst fear was realized. There was no key. I had my house keys, but the car key just wasn't there. I checked all of my pockets. Still no Key. Fortunately I had parked under a streetlamp so I looked for it on the ground. Of course I didn't find it there. It must have fallen out while Jessica and I were yanking each other's clothes off. That key had to be in that townhome somewhere and I wondered if there was any way I could get back in there and look for it without Jessica's mother knowing. Oh god, what the hell was I thinking? Going back in there for any reason would have been a gilded invitation for Jessica's mother to call the police. I could just see myself trying to convince some officer that I had somehow fucked Jessica in self-defense. Then as leaned back against my car trying to decide what to do about the missing key, I heard Jessica's mom yelling again. There was no doubt that she was still pissed and the sound of her tirade was coming through the open upstairs window. Apparently her mom had found the mess Jessica and I had left in her bedroom. "What the fuck Jessica? You couldn't use your own bed?" "And what the hell is this in the middle of my fucking floor?" "At least you were smart enough to use a god damn condom. Get your ass up here and get this nasty thing the hell out of my bedroom." At that point I heard a man in the next townhome break out into uncontrollable laughter. That laughter was immediately followed by an abrupt yell of, "It's not funny Ron" from Jessica's mother, punctuated by the unmistakable sound of the bedroom window slamming shut. I had to smile when I realized this Ron fellow had probably been listening the whole time, including while Jessica and I were fucking. Even though the neighbor's laughter provided me with some comic relief, it didn't provide me with a way to get into my car. I decided I would have to come back for my car in the morning, and hoped like hell that Jessica's mom wouldn't have it towed. Now I just needed some way to get home. I thought about calling someone for help, but when I arrived at Jessica's I wasn't thinking about using my phone. I was thinking about getting laid, so I must have left my phone in the car. Yup I could see it there, sitting on my car's console safely locked away. My next thought was to break a window to get to my phone. Then I thought about the car alarm and how I had no way to shut it off without the key, and that would likely summon the police. So using my cell phone was out to the question. I'm not all that sure who I could have called anyway. It wasn't like I was 20 years old and had a wingman of some sort. Guys in their fifties don't have a wingman. In fact I only have one friend I would consider calling in the middle of the night, and once I told him the predicament I was in, I'm sure he would just laugh at me and hang up. What I needed was a cab. For one brief moment I actually thought about asking Jessica's mother to call me a cab, but that moment of thought was as brief as they come. There was no way in hell that I was going risk asking that woman for anything. Then the thought crossed my mind that I should just go ask the neighbor if he would call me a cab. After all I practically knew the guy. His name was Ron, I knew he was awake, and he was probably watching me from the shadows that very moment. Yeah, watching and laughing at me and my predicament. I really didn't want to go knock at Ron's door, but it seemed like that was my only choice. Just as I had resigned myself to go grovel to the neighbor, Jessica came sneaking out of the townhouse. She came to me on her tip-toes, smiling, doing her sexy walk as best she could in her bare feet. Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her body tight to mine, pinning me against my car. I figured that Jessica must have been fleeing from her angry mother and wanted to go home with me, which would have been the biggest mistake of my life. I was safe in that regard because I had no way of getting home myself. Then Jessica gave me a kiss and whispered, "Best fucking night ever!" I whispered back. "I can't find my car key." But Jessica just didn't respond. Instead she just shoved something soft into my hand and quietly ran, almost skipping, back to the townhome. When she got to the door she stopped, looked over her shoulder to make sure I was watching, flipped the back of her night shirt up, and wiggled her bare ass at me. Then she slipped back inside, quietly shutting the door behind her. I opened my hand to see what she had given me. It was her panties. She had brought me the souvenir I wanted. For the moment I forgot about being locked out of my car. All I could think of was that wet spot so I picked those panties up by a corner to see if it was still there, and when I did... my car key fell out. Jessica had brought me my key and gift wrapped it in her panties. She was sweet, and I was free to go! Once I was out of Jessica's neighborhood and on more familiar roads, some things started making more sense to me. Jessica didn't want to be picked up before 7:00 because her mother might still be there. Then after we fucked she was trying to get me to leave because her mother would be home soon. And the reason all of her friends at Noodles looked so young is because they were actually young. In fact, I probably should have known just how young Jessica really was from the start, but I suppose I didn't really want to know. Then as I pulled into my garage I started wondering about what Jessica had said to me. What did she mean by, "best fucking night ever?" Did she mean it was the best night of fucking? Was dinner and the comedy club the best date she had ever been on? Or, was showing her mother she was old enough to date who she wanted a thrill for her? Whatever Jessica meant by best night ever, I knew that part of it really turned her on, and I was holding a stained pair of panties that proved it. For the next few days I half expected a knock at my door from the police, but it seemed that Jessica's mother stayed true to her word and didn't make that call. Nevertheless I went out of my way to avoid running into Jessica. I deleted Jessica's number from my phone, and changed the place where I got my hair cut. I also avoided restaurants and stores near where she worked or lived. It's not like I never wanted to see Jessica again, but I couldn't risk her mother calling the police. I all of this I did risk making contact with Jessica in one way. I started to call Knockouts every few weeks to see if she still worked there. If they said she was available I would simply hang up. Yeah real mature, right? I didn't care how mature it was. I wanted to know if she was still there. Deep down I guess I needed to know that I could still go talk to her if I wanted to... Like I said, it's not the most mature thing I've ever done. They say that love conquers all, and this kind of story usually ends with some poor sap running through an airport trying to keep his true love from boarding an airplane that has already left the gate. That never happened here, because I never loved Jessica. Not even close. I just wanted to fuck her. And as far as I could tell, Jessica felt exactly the same way about me. Then just last week I called Knockouts for the first time in probably a year and asked for Jessica. The gal on the phone told me she had left and gone to work for the competition, a place called Sport Clips. Imagine that. Jessica had moved to the very place where I was now getting my haircut. So I stayed on the line and asked for an appointment with Tina. So there you have it. It has been four long years since I've been here at Knockouts. Jessica no longer works here and my exile is over. I am once again at the greatest place ever invented for a guy to get a haircut. The view is as amazing as ever, and as I sit and watch from my favorite seat, I hope like hell that no one decides to ask me what this stupid grin on my face is all about.