When I was 13, my mom used to take me to her hairdresser to get my hair cut. My mom would leave me there and go shopping for 30 minutes and then come back.

Betsy had an amazing body and wore the tightest jeans but never a bra. She was always bending over and letting me glimpse down her blouse. Here tits were small but perfect with pink, perky nipples.

I would wrap my hands around the end of the arms of the salon chair, and she would press her crotch against them as she leaned over to cut my hair. Eventually I got the courage to wiggle them when she did it. She would also press her pussy against my knees.

Finally, one time she took me in the back where they washed the hair. She reached under the cape and began stroking me. She took my cock out and gently took me into her mouth. She straddled me, kissed me softly and let me put my hands under her blouse to squeeze her nipples. Then she went back down and sucked me until I came in her mouth - which believe me did not take long!! I had masturbated many times, but it never felt as good as that. I was very sorry when it was over.

We never got that chance again, and a few months later her shop closed and I never saw her again. But I think about her now and again with a smile on my face and a bulge in my pants!

I also still get turned on every time I get a haircut. The stylist's hands in my hair, the way her body inadvertently brushes against me . . . thank goodness for the cape to hide my hard-on.

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