I unbuttoned his jeans and took out his cock. It was a nice cock, bigger than I expected. I admired it for a moment before putting it in my mouth as i... got hard. After just a few minutes of having it in my mouth, he took it out abruptly and told me to bend over. He put a condom on and shoved it in my ass in one motion. I yelped, mostly out of shock, but it took him a few moments to find a rhythm and he was fucking my ass good.He really was a fucking machine. For a few minutes, I'd suck his cock. She turned around with a smile which changed to one of alarm almost. She asked what she could do for me. I asked if I could get a shave and just a trim. She paused, said yes of course and then laughed briefly. I asked what the laughter was about, and she replied that I looked like a terrorist when I walked in. That made me laugh, she did not recognize me at all. So I said "Destiny, I am Tyler Scott from high school, you don't remember me?" She spun me around and looked closely at. .. but his voice snapped me back to my surroundings. The smells of a teenager, a hot teenager in front of me and a growing tent in my briefs."Instead of getting hard, just come over here and finish me off. Nice and quick before he gets back"I moved subconsciously, dropping my bag and throwing off my shirt in one fluent move. I stared at the pulsing veins on his cock and moved to grab a hold of it, I just wanted to see what it felt like to have a mans cock in my hands. Not that of a young. That got me a mini shoulder massage. From that moment on I learned how to encourage his advances with slight noises and that eventually progressed with... "that feels great! Please don't stop" or as he got more and more bolder... "Don't you dare stop!" That followed with lingering eye contacts and that led to my reciprocal touches to his arms and finally to his thighs as he sat next to me. This whole affair really was bested described as some type of dance between us. A delicious dance that.