Piercing My Hairdresser

I always went to the same hairstylist when I get my hair cut and it wasn’t just that she was a talented hair dresser. We just had a good, easy rapport and she was easy on the eyes. Her name was Lauren and she had two kids and a boyfriend who wasn’t their father. She was a little thicker for having the kids but she also had a decent pair on her chest.

We got along well enough that my welcome appointments became every few weeks and the other stylists started joking about our “relationship” and me being her boyfriend. Especially Jen, her friend with pink hair and piercings who worked there. Jen was a little more fit, but she didn’t have Lauren’s titties. She was pale with freckles while Lauren was a little more tanned.

They were the only two working when I went in to get my hair cut. They were more giggly than usual so I guessed they must have been talking about me before I came in.

When I sat in the chair, Jen was managing two middle aged women for a dye job and shampoo. By the time my haircut was over, Jen was only finishing the second lady and she now had a third appointment waiting.

They just kept giving each other glances and giggling. Then, when Lauren finished, she stood behind me, looking at me in the mirror at her station and said, “We both know you’re not coming here for the haircuts. I mean, I can keep cutting your hair, but for a hundred dollars more I could do a real job on you… if that’s the sort of thing you’re interested in.”

She hadn’t said it loudly so that we wouldn’t be heard by the other customers, but Jen managed to stick her head around the corner and giggled, “Hey Lauren, if you need to use the back, it’s available…”

“What do you think?” If she was nervous you couldn’t tell. She squinted a cute, smart look directly at me and pushed bottom lip forward slightly with her tongue.

“Yeah, let’s do it.” I wanted a piece of her.

She led me to the back of the shop where they had sinks and reclining chairs for washing hair and a station for nails and their esthetician as well as ear piercing. Once in the back, she drew the curtain closed.

She stuck outa hip and said, “We just have to keep this… professional. Okay?”

I said, “of course.”

Scrutinizing me mockingly she said, “So I guess you want to see my tits now?”

I nodded.

She pulled her shirt over her head and glanced at the curtain that separated us from the other customers before unfastening her bra behind her back a letting it drop to the floor. Her tits were pretty fucking nice, each one larger than a handful with pale puffy nipples capping them. She sat me at a washing station and leaned over me to turn on the water to help provide background noise. Her titties brushed the side of my face. They were soft.

Now lean back and relax.

She unfastened my pants and quickly got out my stiffening prick with her hands.