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Maybe Tomorrow
Author: BarberG
Content: X
Location: NA
Category: NA
Type: Fantasy
Post date: Friday, November 12, 2004
Language: English
Rating: 4.504.50 average from 6 readers
Page views: 2486   

The alarm goes off, it is 6.30am and the routine of another day looms ahead. I feel the wife roll out of bed and head off to the bathroom for the normal morning shower and hair wash.

I roll over knowing it will be another 20 minutes till the bathroom door opens and the peace of the morning is broken by the noise of the hairdryer.

I close my eyes drifting off into dreamland, the interior of the barbershop is still the same, two red chairs waiting, beckoning. I sit in the waiting chair, the barberette walks over to her chair, her high heels echo of the floor. Her long slender legs stretch all the way down from her short mini skirt to her high heels.

She turns smiling at me, her low cut blouse leaving nothing to the imagination. She beckons with her head for me to have a seat. Her shoulder length auburn hair swings as she turns to await my arrival at her chair.

She slowly walks around the chair, standing in front of me she undoes her blouse exposing her ample breasts. I bend forward to kiss them, she abruptly pushes me back into the chair.

Slipp

ing off her top she turns to the counter and picks up the clippers. My heightened arousal is plain to see. She smiles and bends down, pulls off my shirt then roughly pulls off my pants to expose my manhood. I close my eyes in anticipation.

She quickly slides onto my lap. I open my eyes, her breasts close to my mouth as the clippers pop into life. She wriggles her hips on my manhood and raises the clippers. I await the feel of the cold blades on my forehead.

My heart racing, her hot body pressed firmly against me, her hair tickles my face as she bends forwards and kisses me.

The high-pitched hum of the clippers suddenly changes, I feel no clippers on me. I try to see what she is doing. She kisses me more passionately, the low hum of the clippers continues, long strands of hair slide down between us. Taking my hand she runs it over her shorn nape.

We kiss deeply, she hands me the clippers and as we continue to kiss I run them up her neck all the way to her crown.


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