A long time ago I used to work at a retail store that sold electronics.one of my co-workers was a very attractive girl with an incredible personality. We hit it off right away and became good friends. Alison was going to school to become a hairdresser when she wasn't at work.
One day, she told me that she wanted to give me a haircut and add some color. I really didn't care either way, and I kind of had a little crush on her, so I of course agreed. She told me to come over to her house on Saturday at 1 pm and she would update my look. I said ok and knocked on her door a couple of minutes before 1.
Alison is naturally beautiful in my eyes, so very little make up needed and she didn't wear a lot of it anyway, which is one of the things I liked. However, she did smell really good. She sat me down on a chair in the kitchen and we talked for a little bit before she asked me if I was ready for my new look.
I said, "Sure, do what you gotta do!"
I sat up as she placed a towel over my shoulders and asked me if she could do whatever she wanted? I shook my head as she grabbed her scissors and started to snip my hair.
I watched as she moved around my body, her little white tank top with the flannel shirt over it, would open up giving me a brief view of her cleavage. At one point she was right in front of me as she was working on the top of my head and her chest was mere inches from my face. I was starting to get uncomfortable as all I wanted to do was reach out and pull her closer. She was driving me insane as she took her time, then she straddled my leg and continued cutting. Certain parts of me were starting to respond.
I watched as she bit her bottom lip in concentration as she tried to act like it wasn't affecting her as well, at least that was what my mind was telling me. That is what I was hoping for, her being this close to me was also having an affect on her.
She finished with the top and moved off of me and to the side of me, "snip, snip" was what I heard, then I felt her gently blow in my ear, whisping some of the strands of hair away. I know that is what she was trying to do, but the response that I got was very different. My erection sprang to life and I did what I could to shield it from her.
She went to the other side of my head and did the same, I struggled to keep myself calm and hide my condition. She must have had tons of little strands of my hair in my ear, because I felt a warm breeze several times before she moved around to the back of my head.
Ok, my condition has a chance to calm down, or so I thought. She took her time, "snip, snip" her gentle hands moved the small hairs from the back of my neck, frustrated that it was getting down my shirt instead of landing on the towel, she told me "just stand up and take your shirt off, that way, I can just cut and not worry about where the hair was landing."
I did not argue with her, she removed the towel carefully from my shoulders and I removed my shirt as requested.
"That's better," she said as she continued working on the back for a little while. "All done, now we need to add some color and some life to it."
She brought the towel back over and wrapped it around my shoulders. She handed me the ends of the towel and said, "hold this tight around your neck, so I don't get any of your skin." I did what she asked.
Alison then took a bottle and prepared it in the kitchen sink, then shook it up and put on some plastic gloves. She squirted the solution in my hair and ran her fingers through it, making sure all the hair was treated. Meanwhile, having her run her fingers through my hair, was bringing certain things up again.
After she finished she told me, "it has to sit for 20...