She asked me to take her inside ???????.and I did it willingly, no questions asked. It was her idea to take her inside the barbershop. I had the biggest smile on my face when she asked. How did it happen, you might be asking? Well, let me tell you the story.
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My lady is a special lady. I have never met her face-to-face. Our romance has been totally on-line and it has been going on for nine solid months.
She is so connected with me that it is real to me. We have been telling each other that if the time was right we were going to be together at one time or another. And to my surprise one day, she asked if she could fly up to visit me. Of course, I was somewhat apprehensive. I did not know if I was ready for her yet since our affair was in secret. But she assured me that everything was going to be okay. That I had no reason to feel intimidated. ?We can start making plans now. There is nothing holding us back,? she told me.
?What are you saying?? I asked her.
?My husband and I have agreed to get a divorce. Don?t worry! The feeling is mutual. I am going to be okay and so will he be. It just wasn?t working out. With our daughter in college, there just wasn't anything there to keep us in love,? she said.
?I am so sorry. I feel I had a part in bringing this to an end,? I said.
?I am sorry I could not tell you. We have been talking about it for the past two months. I could not share it with you because I was not sure if this is what I wanted, but my doctor says I am a strong lady and I will get through this. Plus I have you,? she said.
?But I can?t help but feel??????????..? I said as I started to cry.
?Oh no! Don?t even think it. You mean the world to me. You have given me so much,? she said. ?I am going to be okay, really. Now I can see you with a clean conscience and finally kiss the sweet man, who has made my life more livable and made me feel like a woman,? she said. ?Do you want me to come to you??
?Yes, you know I do. I have been praying for this day when we would meet each other,? I said.
?Will you be there to meet me?? she asked. I confirmed that I would be there. We had some idea as to what to expect; we had exchanged pictures by mail, with me sending a registered letter to her at her place of work, but what she said next made me a little anxious. ?I have changed a lot over the past nine months. You have had a huge part in this. I started going to the gym. I lost 30 pounds and dropped three dress sizes. I have started dressing more provocatively. I love myself more. I really think you will be pleased. Everything you have told me and said to me made me want to change and I think you will be pleased.?
I know what she was saying. I too had gone and joined a gym, started working out. I also dropped a good 50 pounds and trimmed down my body. I no longer had to go to the ?big and tall? store to buy pants or suits. I could now go normal men?s store to shop for clothes. I was eating better, exercising more, and taking care of myself. My confidence had indeed grown. A lot of it was because of the positive reinforcement she had given me; my sweet lady.
She phoned me on Wednesday evening told me that she would be landing at Pearson International at 4:45PM, Thursday evening. ?I will be there,? I assured her. ?Let?s see who recognizes who first.?
?I bet I will pick you out first,? she said. She was in a teasing mood already and we went into a chatroom and made love for a solid three hours.
Thursday came and I had circled my calendar and wrote the time of her flight on the square. I would have to go and buy her some flowers, go to the barber and get trimmed and make some reservations for dinner. And I sure as hell better do some housework if she is going to spend the weekend with me. I woke early and went straight to work, doing the laundry, vacuuming the carpet, washing up the dishes, all the guy things that guys really hate.
At 2:00, I took a shower, changed my clothes and hopped into my car. My barber was just down the road and I ran inside happy to find him sitting in his chair. He looked at me and smiled: ?Well, what is this? Special date tonight?? he asked as he flicked open his cape and ordered me up into the red chair. I sat back and he trimmed my hair. Lathered my face and gave me a hot shave. I paid him generously and got back into my chair.
The drive to the airport was uneventful. I stopped at a flower shop to get her a dozen red roses. I know she loves red roses. She told me that they were her favorite flowers. I had even sent her a dozen by FTD Florists, having them arrive at the office where she worked. I did not include a card but it did not take her long to figure out they had come from Canada. I really did not know what to expect but I was determined that I was going to make it as easy for her to find me as I could and the flowers were going to do the trick. But she also told me that she was bringing something special for me, just released from her company catalogue and she had even named it ?Hottie? in honor of me. ?I knew what she did for a living, so I had kind of figured out that it was a teddy bear of some sort. And I do admit that for a 45-year old single guy, I am a sucker for teddy bears.
I got to the arrival gate at 4:15PM. I had half an hour to wait so I sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. My cellular phone went off and I answered it. She was on the line. ?They just announced we should be landing in fifteen minutes. I can?t wait to see you in person,? she said as she sniffled.
?Are you crying?? I asked her.
She answered that she was. ?I have been praying for this day for a long time and now it is here. You are so close and I just want to hug you and touch your sweet face,? she said. ?See you soon, baby. They just flashed the seat belt sign. I guess we are starting our descent.? I looked up at the arrival board. They had just posted the arrival. She was fifteen minutes early. I walked to the gate carrying the red roses in my hand. My heart was racing. In fifteen minutes she would be at the side gate, going through customs and then as soon as she cleared, she would be in my arms.
I stood at the gate and the announcement went over the air: ?The arrival of Flight 515 from St. Paul, Minnesota. Passengers would be met at customs and then proceed to the baggage room to claim their luggage.? My heart was full of butterflies. I am sure hers was too. I was being held back by others who were there to meet visitors so I had no idea what she looked like after nine months. She had told me to expect a totally different woman, a woman of confidence.
Okay, how was I going to do this? I held up my hand over the heads of everyone. The roses would be the hook that would bring her to me. And they did! From the line of people clearing customs, I heard a giggle and I looked forward. Standing ten feet away from me was a sweet sexy lady, dressed in a tan brown pantsuit and pointed toe tan boots with heels. Her hair had grown to the point where it was touching her shoulders. The picture she had sent me was of a short style, clippered at the back, just slightly but very sexy. Her hands were at her waist and she was holding a teddy bear in her hands. The bear was dressed in a tuxedo. I giggled as I looked at the bear. She walked over to me, lowered her guard, and draped her arms around my neck as she kissed me. Her lips were so wet and her kiss so powerful, so full of passion. She stepped back and said: ?So sexy man, do you approve of the new and improved me?? Honestly I have never been stunned like this before by anyone. But she looked amazing. ?What?s the matter, stud muffin? Cat got your tongue?? I nodded my head.
I took in a deep breath and swallowed hard. ?You look amazing,? I said as I stuttered.
?You approve?? she said as she turned around and showed off her figure. ?I lost 30 pounds in three months. I love the new me. And you!!!!!!!!! Look at you.? She slapped my bum. ?Mmmmmmm, nice and firm. I like that.?
?Come on, let?s get your bag. I made dinner reservations for us. I hope you are hungry,? I said but I knew what she really wanted. We grabbed her bag and we held hands as we walked out to my black jaguar. I opened the door and she got into the passenger seat, pulling her legs into the seat. She looked so sexy dressed in her tan pantsuit. It looked smashing on her, so sexy, so tight. I wanted to peel it off right then and there.
?Let?s get this stuff back to the house and then we can take off and go to dinner,? I said. She nodded agreement. The drive back was full of kissing and dirty talk about what we ere going to do to each other. I had made reservations at a very quaint restaurant about ten minutes walk from my home and she got freshened up at my home and came downstairs dressed in a hot cherry red pantsuit and black heels, we were ready to go for dinner. We had to walk past my barbershop in order to get to the restaurant but I was no way prepared for what she was going to do.
We started out holding hands and our conversation was about little things, how my day was, was I going to introduce her to my exotic animal family, what about my show that weekend, could she come with me and watch how I interacted with people and my animals. We did a lot of laughing and kissing as we walked down the street. Honestly we were like two high school kids, so much in love and we really did look cute together.
We were approaching the barbershop and she looked up at the revolving red and blue pole. She started to slow down a bit. We were about 150 feet (50 yards) away from the huge front window. She pulled on my hand. ?What?? I asked. ?Is something wrong??
?Are we in a real hurry?? she asked.
?Well, I did make reservations for 6:30PM but I am sure I could push it forward. Is something wrong? Do you need some time?? I asked.
?Do you remember an e-mail I sent you a little while ago about my hair and what I would like you to do if we ever really had the chance to meet?? she said.
I mentally scanned my mind and my computer for what she was getting at. But I was coming up zero. ?No, babe. Refresh my mind,? I looked into her eyes.
?You asked me some things about my hair, how short it was, what color it was,? she started.
Now I remembered. ?You said you would purposely grow your hair long so that I could take you to a barbershop and get you buzzed,? I said. She nodded her head. She pointed to the revolving pole.
?I want to do something for you, right here, right now to show you what you mean to me and how much I love you for giving me your heart and your soul. For making me feel like a woman. Will you let me do it for you, right now?? she begged.
?You want to go in there and get a haircut?? I said as I looked at her. She had a pleading look in her eyes. ?You want to go inside there and let Joe cut your hair??
She nodded her head as she pulled on my hand. ?I want to give you a show you are never going to forget,? she said.
?Beautiful, what about this amazing transformation you have gone through?? I said.
?I told you I wanted to do it for you and if we did meet, I would do it. I would allow you to take me into the barbershop and have you tell the barber to give me a clipper cut,? she said.
?You want to go in there?? I asked her.
?Yes. Not because I know it would turn you on but I want to do it for me, as well. As a signal; getting rid of old things and starting a new life,? she said. ?You know how people say they are going to wash that guy out of their hair, well, I have to shave that man out of my hair. I want to start over again with you,? she said.
?But what about your job when you get back home?? I asked her.
She smiled at me. ?There is one good piece of news to all of this. Do you remember I told you I wanted to quite my job and go to school and maybe take some courses in counseling?? she said. I nodded my head. ?I got accepted to go back to school. So sweetheart, it is okay. Really, it is okay.? I gave her a hug and a kiss. I took her hand and we walked toward Joe?s front window. I looked inside. Old Joe was doing a customer. I waved my hand and he acknowledged my greeting. I opened the door and we stepped in.
?Back so soon?? Joe said as he smiled at me. ?Who is your lady friend?? I introduced her to Joe. Joe kissed her hand. ?Nice lady. Don?t let this one go. He is such a lonely sob. Always complaining that no one loves him. Look at him, he is good looking man. Not too old yet, looks good after losing pot belly. You have to get him while you have a chance, lady. Someone is going to steal him away.?
Joe finished with his customer and collected his money. He looked at me. ?You not here for haircut. I just gave you one yesterday. And I don?t think you come to talk?? he said.
Joe looked at her and shook his head. She got up and walked to the red chair and she got in the chair. ?You?? Joe said. ?I not cut ladies hair. You too pretty to want old Joe to cut this.?
She looked up at Joe. ?You are such a sweet man,? she said. ?But I want to do this. Call it a new beginning, getting rid of the past.?
I was sitting in the waiting area. I looked at Joe and shrugged my shoulders. ?Don?t argue with her,? I said. ?She is a very determined lady.?
Joe picked up a red and white strapped cape and he flicked it open. He threw it around her shoulders and let it drop. He turned around and grabbed a sheet of tissue. He placed it around her neck and held it in place as he pulled the cape up to her neck. He rolled down the top of the sheet so that it provided a seal between the cape and her neck. He pinned it in place with a metal hair clip. He picked up a comb and stroked it through her shoulder length brown hair. He picked up a pair of scissors and he stood beside her. ?You want I cut it off with scissors or you just want clippers?? Joe asked her.
She looked up at me. ?You want it cut with scissors?? she asked as she smiled at me.
?Surprise me,? I said.
She looked at Joe. ?Take it off with the clippers,? she said. Joe nodded his head. He put the scissors back on the counter and he picked up his black OSTER clippers. He took off the guard and oiled the teeth. He stood at the side and pulled back her long hair. He was going to start at her ears and shave away the sides. He pushed the clippers into her side and ran it over the top of her ears. A swatch of brown hair toppled down into her lap. I gasped as I watched it start to fall into her lap. It looked amazing and she looked so composed as Joe pushed the teeth further and further into her locks. The side around her ear was now bare and he walked over and did the opposite side.
I heard her let out a moan and I knew her breathing was hard. I did not know what she was feeling but I think I had some idea. How the warmth of the clippers at her ear, how the clippers purred and buzzed at her side, how the teeth chewed away her locks. She was looking down so she saw all the hair as it toppled down into her lap. As I looked at her, she really looked breathtaking.
For some reason, Joe put the clippers down and he held something in his hand. He grabbed her long hair at the neck, pulled it all back and secured it with an elastic band. He then grabbed his scissors and he cut through the ponytail. It took him a few minutes to sever it. He held it up for me to see. I stood up and walked over to take it from him. As I walked back to the chair, I held it up to my face. In spite of the fact that it was very thick, it was very soft and it had a very sweet smell to it. She had washed it that morning before we left because I had been in the shower with her when she did it, in fact she had me wash it for her brush it out and then blow dry it.
She looked so confident as she sat in the chair. Joe turned back to the counter and he picked up his huge beast. I knew how fast these clippers were because I had seen him use them on some college boys once before. He had taken off the long guard and he snapped on the shortest one her had. Without taking her to a completely shorn head, her hair was going to be super short when he was done.
Now staring at her ears, he pushed the clippers hard into her hair. Now I watched as her brown locks started to fall with consistency. I admit I was getting teary at this point and I sniffled a bit but she stole a look an shot me a smile. She knew I was happy and she whispered: ?Everything is going to be okay.? I nodded that it would be. I was so amazed with her confidence and her sheer determination to want to have this done, not just for the fact that it meant a new beginning but also because she knew I was turned on by seeing it being done.
I looked to the floor and the pile of brown hair was growing. It was immense but I still held tight the ponytail old Joe had cut off. I was still stroking it. Joe had now sheared her neck and he had his hand under her chin. ?Okay, young lady, look into eyes of old Joe. We are almost there. You are going to look just beautiful when Joe finish with you. Going to make you super sexy for your man. You remember what old Joe say. You make sure you get this sob. Don?t let him get away. He real pain in the ass sometimes, real grumpy. He has no woman. What about you, Miss? You love this old sob??
I looked at old Joe and shook my head. He saw that I was not too pleased with his questions. ?Okay, old sob doesn?t not like me asking your secrets. But old Joe, he not stupid. He knows you like him. He is good man. Take it from old Joe,? Joe said. Old Joe now held the clippers at her hairline. His hand was at the back of her crown and he pushed her head forward so that hairline and clippers met. He made the first pass down the center of her head and he flicked his wrist to the side. As I watched her hair topple over her shoulder, I shuttered in joy. I felt something go through my body and I got up and walked to the back of the shop. I closed the door and relieved myself. It was amazing the feeling I had just experienced. I don?t know what this was doing for her but I was really turned on.
I walked back out into the waiting area. Joe was just finishing with the clippers. He put them back on the counter. Her hair was so short, clipped to about 1/8 of an inch all over. He then took a glob of hot cream and spread it at the ears and around the back of the neck. He picked up a straight razor and the thick belt that hung at the side of the chair. He stroked the razor, back and forth and then he pinched down her ear as he shaved away the fuzz and stubble. He moved around to her neckline and cleaned her up before doing the other ear. He cleaned her up, dusted her neck with some powder and then applied a glob of clear gel to what remained of her hair. She looked so sexy. I got up off the chair and walked over to her. I planted a kiss of her lips and waited for Joe to remove the cape. Her brown hair slid to the floor as she got up from the chair. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and ran her fingers over her near shorn head. She giggled at the sensation and her smile was priceless. She looked so erotic; so hot.
I paid Joe and Joe kissed her hand as she gave him a hug. As we walked to the door, she turned to me, kissed me hard and whispered in my ear: ?Thank you. Thanks for letting me do this for us.? I looked at my watch. It was late and to tell you the truth, dinner really did not matter. All I wanted at that moment was her.
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