Stylist
Funny the previous post reminded me of a hair stylist I had many years ago.
She was about mid 30’s blonde, fit, big knockers stuffed into and squeeze cheezin back out of a black leather vest and braless - Same outfit every time I went, never failed.
I was a horny teen and she would lean my head back into the cradle of those big tits and chop away or come to the front and grind a little on my hand as I let it hang off the end of the arm of the barber chair. She could raise and lower it for just the right height.
I would be sprouting a horn under the barbers cape and trying to hide it before she was done.
She Couldn’t cut hair worth a shit but had a line up of well tipping teens awaited their turn. You walked out a new man in need of fresh boxers.
You could pick us out in school and knew who was cutting our hair. It was so bad !!
Haha
Your mom would take one look and say “it cost how much!” - and you responded “it’s not just cut it’s styled!!”
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