of his hair by his temples, paying particular attention to keeping them even.
She took considerable care trimming them with her little scissors. When she looked at Troy again, she caught where his eyes were looking; her breasts. Quickly he met her eyes with an embarrassed curve of his lips.
She just rolled her eyes; typical man. A pair of boobs or a big ass and they lose their ability to think. She moved behind his chair and concentrated on layering the rest of his hair. This way, when it grew out it would still look nice.
Troy sighed softly as Juicy smoothed the hair down by his temples. From her spot above him she could see that his eyes were closed and he was enjoying the haircut. This was the type of client that Juicy loved to have. She decided to give his head a good scratching with her nails. Men loved that shit just as much as dogs did.
She watched him as she lightly scraped his scalp with her nails. He shuddered and his breath came out in a surprised rush. Troy lowered his hand into his lap but not before Juicy clearly saw what his hands had tried to conceal in his lap; a very prominent bulge.
Whoaaaa....Juicy's hand paused in mid scratch and Troy quickly opened his eyes and glanced up at her, embarrassed.
"Uhm...I'm sorry, Juice. It's been a long time since anyone's touched me." Juicy couldn't say one word. That confession was unexpected and out of the blue. That had to have been the saddest thing she'd ever heard. Well, no because who had touched her recently? There hadn't been any good touches for her, either, other than Troy's kind arms carrying her to the hospital and his soothing embrace.
Saddened by both of their predicaments, she let her fingers trail down the sides of his face and over his newly trimmed sideburns. Still standing behind him, Juicy tilted his head further back.
Holding his breath, Troy watched her expectantly; hopefully.
Juicy lowered her own head until their foreheads met. Troy's hand came up and traced Juicy's forearm, then further up until they were locked behind her head.
She felt goose pimples rise suddenly across her skin. He pulled her head down to his lips and he kissed her nose and her eyelids and when her lips were poised over his he swiveled in his chair until they were face to face.
"I'm going to kiss you, Juicy." He whispered.
She didn't breathe. But she didn't pull away either. Troy's lips touched hers.
It was like being kissed for the very first time, or at least the way a first kiss is supposed to be. It was the sweetest kiss that she had ever experienced.
Juicy could feel her heart pumping like mad in her chest. This was crazy. What was she doing?! When she was about to pull away, Troy cupped her face in his hands and his kisses became suddenly sensual. Parting his lips he explored her mouth capturing her voluptuous lips between his own.
Troy tugged her bodily until she fell into his lap. Had she ever sat in any man's lap before? Dear Lord, what was she doing?!
Troy's hands now gripped her waist but he never broke the kiss.
What had started out as so sweet was now transformed into something that caused Juicy's limbs to tingle with desire. Electrical jolts seemed to shoot through her belly only to settle between her thighs where she felt a warm heat rapidly building.
Juicy felt her hand run up Troy's chest and into his hair at the nape of his neck where it was still longish. She had given up on trying to get away from him. And now she recognized the way her body accepted his kiss and the way her nipples tightened when he gripped her as if she were disconnected from herself and watching these events from a distant place.
Troy's tongue luxuriated in the taste of her lips...Juicy, she was. Her lips were succulent. Troy moved his hand up to cup her breast. This was heaven, kissing her and touching her breast. He could stay in this chair with this woman sitting on his lap, kissing her and stroking her breast forever.
And forever it did seem. Juicy was floating
She took considerable care trimming them with her little scissors. When she looked at Troy again, she caught where his eyes were looking; her breasts. Quickly he met her eyes with an embarrassed curve of his lips.
She just rolled her eyes; typical man. A pair of boobs or a big ass and they lose their ability to think. She moved behind his chair and concentrated on layering the rest of his hair. This way, when it grew out it would still look nice.
Troy sighed softly as Juicy smoothed the hair down by his temples. From her spot above him she could see that his eyes were closed and he was enjoying the haircut. This was the type of client that Juicy loved to have. She decided to give his head a good scratching with her nails. Men loved that shit just as much as dogs did.
She watched him as she lightly scraped his scalp with her nails. He shuddered and his breath came out in a surprised rush. Troy lowered his hand into his lap but not before Juicy clearly saw what his hands had tried to conceal in his lap; a very prominent bulge.
Whoaaaa....Juicy's hand paused in mid scratch and Troy quickly opened his eyes and glanced up at her, embarrassed.
"Uhm...I'm sorry, Juice. It's been a long time since anyone's touched me." Juicy couldn't say one word. That confession was unexpected and out of the blue. That had to have been the saddest thing she'd ever heard. Well, no because who had touched her recently? There hadn't been any good touches for her, either, other than Troy's kind arms carrying her to the hospital and his soothing embrace.
Saddened by both of their predicaments, she let her fingers trail down the sides of his face and over his newly trimmed sideburns. Still standing behind him, Juicy tilted his head further back.
Holding his breath, Troy watched her expectantly; hopefully.
Juicy lowered her own head until their foreheads met. Troy's hand came up and traced Juicy's forearm, then further up until they were locked behind her head.
She felt goose pimples rise suddenly across her skin. He pulled her head down to his lips and he kissed her nose and her eyelids and when her lips were poised over his he swiveled in his chair until they were face to face.
"I'm going to kiss you, Juicy." He whispered.
She didn't breathe. But she didn't pull away either. Troy's lips touched hers.
It was like being kissed for the very first time, or at least the way a first kiss is supposed to be. It was the sweetest kiss that she had ever experienced.
Juicy could feel her heart pumping like mad in her chest. This was crazy. What was she doing?! When she was about to pull away, Troy cupped her face in his hands and his kisses became suddenly sensual. Parting his lips he explored her mouth capturing her voluptuous lips between his own.
Troy tugged her bodily until she fell into his lap. Had she ever sat in any man's lap before? Dear Lord, what was she doing?!
Troy's hands now gripped her waist but he never broke the kiss.
What had started out as so sweet was now transformed into something that caused Juicy's limbs to tingle with desire. Electrical jolts seemed to shoot through her belly only to settle between her thighs where she felt a warm heat rapidly building.
Juicy felt her hand run up Troy's chest and into his hair at the nape of his neck where it was still longish. She had given up on trying to get away from him. And now she recognized the way her body accepted his kiss and the way her nipples tightened when he gripped her as if she were disconnected from herself and watching these events from a distant place.
Troy's tongue luxuriated in the taste of her lips...Juicy, she was. Her lips were succulent. Troy moved his hand up to cup her breast. This was heaven, kissing her and touching her breast. He could stay in this chair with this woman sitting on his lap, kissing her and stroking her breast forever.
And forever it did seem. Juicy was floating
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