“Yes, it’s totally fine.” She said with a little laugh. She was trying not to look down, but I think she was trying to check me out by my reflection in the mirror.
With her approval, I sat back down in the chair. Andrea put the smock back on me and after a few moments of studying my hair, she found where she had left off and picked right back up.
Andrea chatted with me about a couple of things, but nothing registered. All I could think of was that I was stark naked under the smock. I did a great job of keeping my cock at half-mast; I didn’t want to scare her with a full-on erection, because she hadn’t mentioned anything sexual that had gone on with her first naked client. And at this point, just her knowing I was completely naked under the smock was good enough for me. I had made real progress! I watched her closely in the mirror. Again nothing appeared out of the ordinary to her. If she was uncomfortable, she didn’t show it.
When my haircut was over, Andrea used a hair dryer to blow the excess hair off my smock. I again took my time getting out of the chair, fishing my wallet and credit card out of my pocket before putting my boxers and shorts back on. As I began sliding the boxers back up my legs, I looked over at Andrea. She was watching me get dressed, but then snapped her head back to her smartphone to take my credit card info. I asked her if I owed anything more and she said “Nope” with a little lilt in her voice. That made me feel very good about what had just happened. I left her my usual tip, but this time I gave her a quick little hug and whispered “Thank you” into her ear before leaving. I got a nice, warm smile in return.
I was in a daze as I exited her salon and walked out of the building. Once in my car, it took me less than two minutes to drop my shorts and jack off right there in the parking lot… the thoughts of my visit playing out again in my head.