Back in college my friend told me about a hairdressing salon he'd just been to. He was in awe of some beauty named Sonia. So I went to the salon and got assigned to Michelle, a short redhead who was really great to chat with and she became my "regular" for the next six months. I saw Sonia, 5' 11", blonde and a part-time model as well as a hairdresser but she was very aloof and I was happy with the haircuts from Michelle.
One summer day I went in and asked for Michelle but she wasn't available. But Sonia was ... wearing tiny skin-tight black & white striped shorts to show off legs that went all the way up. She was fully made up with big red lips and in an unusually happy mood as she started on the haircut. After a few minutes I noticed she was leaning on me as she worked on my hair. Her pubis was pressing into my right arm, just above the elbow, and she moved her barely-covered mound around a little, back & forth, up & down, left & right as she trimmed. I remember the warmth coming from her body and the yielding feeling as she slowly ground in. She noticed how I was getting flushed and breathing a bit harder. She gave me a big smile and kept going.
Just then I noticed who was in the chair next to me, on the other side of Sonia. It was Michelle, getting a color put in and giving me the dirtiest look you would ever want to see from a woman. People, betraying your hairdresser can feel as bad as doing it to your girlfriend. I instinctively moved my arm away and that was the end of Sonia's interest. And it was a terrible haircut. I never went back :-(
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