I’ve already written several more chapters. I’m enjoying having ‘Greg’ re-enact fantasies I wouldn’t mind playing out myself. I’m already conjuring up ways to wrap this up, but it won’t occur before many more chapters. Enjoy!
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I was looking forward to the haircut appointment with Andrea later that day. Of course, I was beginning to feel the sexual rush. But I was also wondering about Andrea’s state of mind; why the tears when I left after my last visit?
As I walked in the building, I noticed Dawn’s lights out, so she wasn’t in. And as I approached Andrea’s salon, Kate’s room was dark as well. Not uncommon. Andrea did not greet me at the door as usual, she was doing a little tidying getting ready for my visit.
“Good afternoon, madam!” I said, trying to come off like some sort of English butler but failing miserably.
“Oh, Hi,” Andrea said. She finished plugging in some shears and went straight for the curtains.
Once she was done, she turned to me. Then she gave me a quizzical look, like something was wrong with me, because I hadn’t started stripping.
“Is everything OK?” she asked?
“Yes and no,” I replied. “I’m fine. But I have this feeling that you’re not”
“I’m OK, I guess,” she said with a sigh. “It’s just…”
“Just what?” I implored.
“Well, take off your clothes and I’ll tell you about it.”
It sounded somewhat serious, but then again, Andrea was telling me to strip. So naturally, I stripped and sat in the chair, my normal erection subsiding out of concern for Andrea. Even though we did not share a lot of details about each other’s lives, I still felt a closeness to her. I mean, she’s seen me naked and she’s seen me masturbate. I felt like we were becoming a little closer as friends.
Once the smock was on, Andrea began to talk. I watched her in the mirror, but I didn’t play with myself like I normally do. I wanted her to know I was really paying attention to her.
“So, yeah, I’m a little out of sorts,” she began. “I’d been seeing a guy for a few months. Everything seemed to be going well. My kids really liked him. I did, too. Then all of a sudden, he broke it off.”
There was a long pause as she slowly looked over my hair. I was sure there was a reason. She’d tell me when she was ready to. So I silently let her gather her thoughts.
“I can’t believe I’m about to tell you this,” Andrea continued, “but… we had always enjoyed a good sex life. At least I thought we did. We’d have sex a couple times a week; usually once during the week and once on the weekends. And then… then… he just stopped…”
I could tell by the tone of Andrea’s voice this was difficult for her to talk about. I patiently waited for her to continue. I wasn’t about to goad her into telling me details she didn’t want to spill.
Another long pause, “He left because… apparently I wasn’t exciting enough. He said the reason why we stopped having sex was because he always initiated it. I never did. I didn’t know he wanted me to. I mean, look at me. What about me is sexy?” She dropped both arms to her side, as if exasperated and resigned to some miserable plight.
She continued on, “And I don’t mean to make you feel bad, but I saw the way you looked at Jamie and Kate. They’re both cute and young and sexy. And here I am, divorced, two kids, no boyfriend and no prospects.” At this, she began to choke back tears and continued to cut my hair.
I paused a second, then abruptly got out of the chair and gave Andrea a big hug.
“Hey, it’s OK,” I told her in the most consoling voice I could muster as I held her, “You are pretty. Really! And there’s probably a ‘sexy woman’ inside you waiting to get out.” I made a point to emphasize ‘sexy woman’ as I spoke. “Someday you’ll figure that out. But it’ll be up to you to do it. No one is going to make you but you.”
I had no idea what I was talking about. It sounded good, at least to me. I just hated that she was feeling so down on herself. And I felt like I had to say something in the moment to make her feel better.
We embraced silently for a couple more minutes. I could still here her sniffling a little when she broke off our hug and gestured to me to sit back down. I complied and the rest of the haircut was done without a word said. I was hoping what I told her made any sense, though I wasn’t sure it even made sense to me.
My cock stirred a little as Andrea washed my hair. The wash was again longer than normal. And every time I looked up at her, she was looking back at me with an awkward little grin on her face. I was hoping it pleased her that despite all her troubles, there was a naked man in front of her to help push those negative thoughts to the back of her mind, at least for a little while.
After the dry off and gel, Andrea said, “Here, let me get the lotion for you.” That was my cue to let me know it was business as usual.
However, this time Andrea was on my right as she squirted the lotion on my cock, which was now growing knowing what was coming next. I wrapped my fingers around my cock and slowly started working myself over, that warm sensation starting to course through me. Andrea immediately began kneading my butt cheeks with her left hand, which only added to my arousal. Then she placed her right hand where Kate had hers the last time; on my stomach at the base of my shaft. I flinched just a little at her newfound courage, but moaned to let her know I approved.
As my strokes started to increase, I felt Andrea’s fingers gently caressing my flesh just above my cock. She was really pressing her breasts into me–so much so I was having difficulty moving my hand up and down my shaft.
That’s when Andrea’s right hand started drifting downward. In a matter of moments, it was on top of mine as it glided over my cock. I decided to let go, just to see what would happen. I was not disappointed.
When I let go, Andrea’s fingers immediately replaced mine. I could hear her let out a soft moan as it was now her hand, not mine, building up my orgasm. I gripped the edge of the sink with my left hand to balance myself, my legs beginning to tremble now that Andrea had taken over. I awkwardly moved my right arm back; I wanted Andrea to have total access to my package. I wanted her to see and feel all the wonderful things she was doing to my body. Her rhythm matched mine perfectly as she brought me to the edge. I couldn’t take my eyes off my cock as I watched Andrea’s fingers now working their magic. My panting and moaning now took on a more pronounced tone with Andrea providing the pleasure.
She must have sensed I was going to cum, even though I uttered no warning. Andrea tightened her grip ever so slightly and began tugging on me in unison to the cum that suddenly began spewing out of my cock. She had to have been paying attention all these times, because she flawlessly executed my orgasm right on through to completion. As every guy knows, no one knows their own cock better than themselves. But it appeared Andrea knew my cock just as well as I did!
As I caught my breath, Andrea released her grip and with a smile on her face, asked, “How did I do?”
“I couldn’t have done it better, myself!” I told her. “And you’ve seen me do it myself. So we both know what I’m talking about!”
Andrea grabbed a towel and cleaned up her hand as well as my cock, taking great pains to get all the lotion out of my pubic hairs. More time than I usually do. I then paid her and got dressed.
Before I hugged her, I told her, “You really are pretty. And you can be very sexy, too. You just gotta feel it here and here,” I said as I first pointed to her head, then her heart.
“Thank you,” she said as we shared a warm embrace. “I do feel better about myself.”
“And just so you know, when you took over for me, that was incredibly sexy,” I said, emphasizing ‘incredibly.’ “I really mean that.”
“Thank you,” Andrea said again, now grinning at what had just happened.
We waved goodbye and I was on my way. I had a nice little grin on my face hoping I had just done a nice thing to help someone out.
I was about to leave with a much bigger grin on my next visit!