A story by MrHair60.
It was in the 1980's and I was a young (22 year old) stylist and was working at a salon. The salon had an upper and lower level to it. The female owner had me and the other guy working there, assigned to the upper level.
At first I didn't think it was cool, two guys, the same room; what would people think? I'm not gay and could care less if someone is, but did not want rumors flying around that I was, as this would kill my dating prospects. I was relieved to find out the other stylist was straight too!
We had it pretty good up there! We could flirt with the girls and always had them laughing.
The rumor mill I was worried about actually worked in our favor. Word got out that this was the place to go, so we were booked all the time.
It was just too easy to get a date and have different girls every Friday and Saturday night. It felt almost like being a gigilo! But, no money changed hands and we did not always get laid!
This "older" lady (she was 33 years old!) brought her son in for a haircut and she sat in spare styling chair and watched me work.
It was just the bread and butter haircut for a 7 year old boy.
His Mom ( I'll call her Sandy) was now interested in getting her hair cut, but was a bit scared to do it right then.
She had that hungry tiger look in her eyes and I was actually intimidated sexually! I mean, she is 11 years older than me and quite experienced in life as compared to me. Don't get me wrong, she was very attractive with big blue eyes, a tight body, nice breasts and medium brown hair to mid back in a long la
I had her sit in my chair for a quick consultation. Her son had gone downstairs to the waiting area, leaving us alone in the room.
I brushed through her long strands and asked her what she wanted. She responded with "Oh, don't you want to know!" as she made eye contact with me. Her lips seemed so animated as she teased me with her response.
This had caught me off guard as I now stammered and grabbed at words to say and not look like a fool. What really got me was that she knew just what she was doing!
She told me that she was really tired of the long style and the work involved was just too much. I showed her different styles by holding her hair back at different lengths and angles. She said she really like a "Dorothy Hamil" (wedge) haircut that I did on a high school girl that had just left.
But then she chickened out and said she would think about it, but would probably just have me cut it back into the "farrah fawcett" style she had before.
A few days later, Sandy arrived for a haircut. This just wasn't right! How could this older woman have me feeling this way again?
She sat in my chair with great confidence and control! I did not say a word and put the cape on her.
I stood behind her and ran my fingers through her long hair and then pulled it all up and clipped it to the top of her head.
As I looked up, our eyes met again! Damn! My stomach had a weird feeling along with this euphoria I got from her.
At the shampoo bowl I put a towel over her shoulders and had her slide back into the bowl.
I adjusted the water temp and began wetting her hair to shampoo it.
She stared up at me until I made eye contact and then she closed her eyes, smiling at me and keeping the smile on her face as I shampooed her. As I was standing very close to the arm rest, her left arm came out a bit and made contact with "one eyed willy"!
Playing it off was all I could do. Pretending not to notice that she purposely rubbed me several times!
During the rinsing, she would open her eyes and look at me, still smiling, but now, very submissive appearing.
It was strange because now I felt like the tiger!
The silence was broken by me directing her back to the styling chair. Her demeanor had changed from being so in control to very quiet.
Upon combing out her massive tangles, I sectioned her hair off with a thin panel across the neckline. Standard procedure for the time.
From here I could start almost any style of cut.
Sandy asked me "How are you going to cut my hair"?
Because now I feel like the tiger, I respond by saying "Oh, don't you want to know"!
"Are you feeling brave today?" I asked. Sandy just sheepishly smiled and nodded yes, barely squeaking out a "Yes" from her quivering voice. I pumped the chair up to where it was comfortable for me to work on her hair. My heart was beating out of my chest and I was certain she could hear it!
I tilted her head forward gently and began to comb the long hair section that was down. I was still not sure what style I was going cut on her, so I thought I'd "test" it out by placing my shears on the back of her neckline to start a nice short wedge.
I had not opened the shears, but had placed them on the skin to measure how short to cut.
Sandy said "wait!!" "I'm not ready yet"!
Sandy was fidgeting in her seat and was a bit panicked! Her eyes now had moist tears starting to form.
I told her "let's just trim it, Ok?"
Sandy squeaked out "Ok" and that was it. So, I lightly trimmed her back into a long la
As I removed the cape from her, she apologized and said she didn't mean to freak out on me. Jokingly I told her that she owed me one and I was not going to forget.
Sandy then said she wanted to take me out this coming Friday night and said she would pay for dinner because she felt awkward about the panic attack. I agreed but was not so sure it was going to happen. She then asked what time I get off work on Friday.
Holy Cow! It seemed like the tiger in her was showing again!
On Friday, Sandy shows up at the salon to pick me up in her car. We went out to a very nice eatery and had a great meal.
We had one drink each with dinner and were very content with each other. I was relaxing more and settling down with the idea of an "older" womans company. It was very adult like!
We ended up at a dive bar near the salon, about 1/2 block away and began to drink heavily. Sandy kept ordering drinks, but I needed regular Coke because I was really feeling it. Sandy was becoming amourous and held onto me like a teddy bear! She would rub against me and get me all fired up! After a couple of hours at the bar, we walked back to the salon, neither of us willing to drive!
Sandy was now horny as all get out and I was the target. We went upstairs to the waxing room where there are padded tables to lie on.
Sandy turned me every which way but loose! She was drunk and aggressive for pleasure. Wowee! What an experienced woman can do to a 22 year old is amazing!
When we stopped to rest and catch our breath, Sandy said "I'm ready for a wedge" "right now!"
We are both still naked, intoxicated (her, much more than I) and comfortable with each other.
As she rose to her feet, she was very unsteady and weaved as we walked into the styling room.
Sandy plopped down into the chair, slouching into a sitting position. She then would reach out and grab onto me for an impromptu hand job.
Sandy did not want to be caped and told me to get busy on her hair before she changes her mind.
I wet her hair down with a spray bottle and sectioned it off. I had her sit up straight and she did so without saying anything.
She was so very still and not fidgeting around like earlier. A beautiful neckline was cut in and it was one of the best I've ever seen, coming to a slight point in the middle. I would pull the back sections out and snug my fingers to her head and cut to about 1/2 inch long in the back.
The weight line was then cut into place and it was looking fabulous! Sandy sat with her eyes open and did not say a thing.
It was quite erotic to see her pert breasts in the mirror! The haircut continued to the sides and front. I left her bangs rather longer than a regular wedge because they hung in a real sexy manner. I started cutting the sides, bringing the length to where the ear lobe barely showed, covering most of the ear.
Sandy now has her eyes closed and that sweet smile on her face, but does not utter a single word.
As I work the length on the sides, I notice that she has perfect ears and nice pearl earrings that are hidden by the length of the sides.
I look at her in the mirror and she is still smiling, in approval I assume.
Drunken creativity hits me and I comb the bulk of the sides up out of the way and cut the hair in a nice clean line at the angle of her cheek bone to the top of her ear. What a beautiful look on her!
The other side is cut to match and the bangs blended to fit in.
Undoubtedly one of the best haircuts I had ever done!
After blow drying her hair, I realized she was not moving on her own. I could move her head into position for cutting and styling, but she was passed out!
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