We made small talk as you do when someone cuts your hair, music, TV shows, holidays etc. I was always a little distracted, watching her curves as she ...oved around the chair.Now, a barbers chair is always pretty comfy and have nice big sides to rest on. So my hands where resting on the arms of the chair which meant she was brushing my arm as she moved around. Why is it any contact with a woman you've only just met gets me horny? As she leaned in to cut the from of my hair I took in a long breath. My leash was released and held as I was helped to stand and told firmly to stay quiet. I heard someone walking around my trembling body, the heels of his shoes loud on the tile floor. I swore I could feel his eyes as he critically assessed what had been done to me, studying me from every angle.He touched me then for the first time, surprising a gasp from my lips. His cold hand cupped my breast, lifted it away from my body as if weighing it, his thumb brushing over the turgid tip of my nipple in. Mike didn’t budge so I started playin with this new toy. At this point I knew he might wake up but I didn’t care. I leaned over and smelled his huge tool down to his sack. I was intoxicated and before I knew it I was tasting it with my tounge. Licking the entire length I knew I was taking the risk but it was worth it. I started sucking him off the best I knew how. I heard a moan every now and then but was too busy tryin to see how much of this monster I could get in my mouth. I worked that. When she was a block away she turned to cross the street, looking back at me with a big smile and a wave of her arm.Sweet kid. Entertaining. Fun. She sent a visceral horniness flowing to my balls. But the comfy personal warmth I knew with Martha and Ronnie, and even Anita, was missing entirely.By eight-thirty I returned to Martha's. She wasn't home. I brought a cup of tea and a pack of cigarettes with me to the front steps of the building. I lit up and sat and waited. I said aloud, as if Fiore.