I’ve read and long admired many of the stories on Literotica. I thought I’d try my hand at story-telling. This account is pure fiction, though I’ve made every attempt to make it as real as possible. It has also incorporated a few of my fetishes along the way (might as well play to my strengths, right?). Reading from the beginning will help add a lot of context to this chapter, so I highly recommend starting at the beginning. I hope you enjoy the story. I’ve already written the first few chapters and will publish more with. I’d Love to hear your comments and criticisms.

Chapter 3

Another 6 weeks, another haircut lined up. Thankfully my hair grows pretty fast! As I walked into the building, I had nervous energy wondering if I was going to be able to get naked again. Andrea allowed her one other client to get naked more than once; will I get the same treatment? Should I ask if I can strip? Will she be offended if I ask again? Fortunately, Andrea didn’t leave me wondering long.

“Should I close the curtains, today?” She asked, immediately after greeting me at her door.

“If it’s OK with you, yes, please,” was my response. I tried to contain my euphoria; I was elated that not only had she remembered, but was OK with everything that had happened. And, she was obviously fine with allowing our unusual appointments to continue.

A quick grin and Andrea was again locking the door and closing the curtains.

I waited for her to turn around before I began stripping. I followed the same procedure: shirt, then shoes and finally all at once, my shorts and boxers. I don’t have the best body in the world; about 10 pounds heavier than I should be and on a good day, an average 6″ erection. But it’s mine and I’m not physically intimidating in any way, so maybe that made it easier for her to agree to my nudity.

I sat in the chair and Andrea put the smock on me. I was naked for a second time in front of this clothed woman and wanted to up the ante. As she began cutting my hair and chit-chatting, I began masturbating by making a circular motion with my thumb and forefinger with the skin on my cock. Gently massaging the skin just below the head is a great way to grow an erection without obviously stroking myself. Not that I needed a lot of help; being naked with Andrea running her fingers though my hair while she cut it was already adding to my arousal. I watched her in the mirror as I gently pleasured myself. She acted as if every guy was naked when she cut their hair. At first I began to wonder if it had happened more often than she had let on. But I didn’t dwell on it; honestly I didn’t care, because right now I was naked and growing a nice hard-on!

But I was still unsure how she’d handle an erect penis. I desperately wanted to “show off,” but I wasn’t sure how I could go about it. I certainly didn’t want to freak her out and ruin the good thing I had going right now. So I stopped masturbating and concentrated on my next move. I decided to try something I had done in the past, though when I had done it I was clothed.

When I felt I had deflated a little–but not much–I pretended to have a hair in my mouth. I asked Andrea to pause for a moment, then I knocked the hair off the smock with my hands from underneath and drew my right hand out. But I made sure to knock the smock far enough off for Andrea to see that I was sporting a nearly-erect cock. After I pretended to get the hair out of my mouth and putting the smock back over myself, I said, “Sorry about that.”

“It’s OK” was her response. I kept the smock off long enough so that Andrea could clearly see my erection in the mirror, though again she registered no response. Whether she was OK with the short delay or if it was OK that I was hard, I didn’t know. But if she did care I think she would have said something, so I felt emboldened a little to keep my erection intact.

The rest of the haircut went on as normal. Now, pre-covid times, my haircut came with a quick wash and rinse of my hair. I took her up on the wash on several occasions; the scalp massage felt really good! However, that service went away during covid in order to keep contact at a minimum. So when my haircut was over, I was surprised to hear Andrea say, “If you want, I can give you a quick wash and rinse before you go.”

A haircut and a wash by a clothed woman while I was completely naked? Who could resist? Andrea used a blow dryer to get the hair off the smock and asked me to move to the chair by the sink and lean back, smock still on.

Now I was mostly reclined. The smock that was once hiding my erection while I sat was now accentuating it while leaning back. As she ran her soapy fingers through my hair, I clenched my muscles to make my hard-on bob up and down, the smock moving along with it.

After she dried my hair and applied gel, I sat up and removed the smock, my glorious erection now pointed directly at Andrea. “Sorry,” I said, “I kind of couldn’t help it. Everything is just feeling really good right now. I hope you don’t mind.”

I was speaking the truth. Fantasy was colliding head-on with reality; its impact having a direct effect on my body and my mind. “The little head thinking for the big head” took on true meaning at this moment.

“It’s all right” Andrea said with a huge grin on her face, “I was married. I understand these things.”

I wanted to hug Andrea right then and there. What a relief to know what I consider a “natural reaction” was not misconstrued. “Thank you. I appreciate that,” was all I said. And I wanted to prove something to her; despite my obvious arousal, I could maintain some self control. If I want to keep this going, Andrea was going to have a say in it.

Andrea winked to acknowledge my thanks. I was starting to move toward my clothes when I saw her check her watch. Her next sentence caught me completely off guard. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but if you want, you have about 15 minutes to take care of that.”

“Are you sure?” was my response. ‘Idiot!’ I shouted to myself. She told me I could! Don’t question it, just do it!

Now it was her turn for the sheepish head nod. “Yes” she almost purred.

I have jacked off more times than I can count. The list of places I’ve pleasured myself is long and quite varied (raise your hand if you masturbated in your college library. That’s… just about everybody!). Now, I suddenly felt like a rookie, but in a good way. All the things I did in private were now going to be on display for someone I didn’t know real well, in a place I’ve never stroked myself before. Elation and confusion were now on a collision course.

I started looking around. If I’m going to shoot my sperm, where should I ejaculate? Thank goodness, Andrea knew exactly what I was thinking, “Here,” she said as she began clearing towels away, “Aim for the sink.”

The scene was perfect! Here I was, completely naked and sporting a major hard-on, being told by a clothed female where I could blow my wad. Absolutely perfect!

In two steps I was at the sink and starting to work myself over. Andrea was watching my every move. As I looked down to grasp my throbbing dick, which again is probably a little over six inches fully engorged with a pretty good girth, I noticed Andrea move to the counter for a moment. When I looked up, she was grabbing a bottle of lotion. She moved over to me. “Stop for a second,” she said. Naturally I obliged and she applied a couple squirts of lotion onto my cock and took a step back. I slathered it all over my member and began to once again slowly pump myself. I alternated glances between my cock and Andrea; I wanted to get a read on her. Aside from getting a little flushed in the cheeks, she wasn’t registering much of a response. If she looked at my face I didn’t see it, her concentration was focused on my cock as I masturbated in front of her.

What started out slowly was quickly gained speed (unfortunately, I had a mental clock running in my head; less than 15 minutes to her next client!). I stroked a little faster than normal, figuring if I took my time I might not be able to finish like I wanted. I could feel the climax building as I started to lurch forward on my toes. Andrea sensed this and similarly leaned closer, now just a couple feet away from my throbbing member. I then felt that twinge; the wonderful sensation you get when you know there’s now no way of stopping an Orgasm.

Not wanting to create an embarrassing scene in the building (at least for Andrea), I said as quietly as I could through gritted teeth, “I’m Cumming!!!” I began shooting stream after stream of thick semen into the sink. The pace of my ejaculation slowed along with the pace of my strokes. I took a moment to look at Andrea, who was still fixated on my crotch with a smile on her face.

I finally stopped stroking, squeezed out the last drop of cum out of my cock and exhaled. “That was amazing!” I said as I finally began to relax all the muscles that had tensed during my Orgasm. That was Andrea’s cue to come over with a couple towels. I cleaned myself up and rinsed all the semen down the sink. Andrea didn’t say a word as I took care of all this. I finally moved over to my clothes, silently got my wallet out and handed her my credit card. I got dressed as she processed the transaction. I probably should have asked if there was an additional “charge”, but I didn’t want to insult her or make her feel like a prostitute, so I didn’t. Despite everything that had happened, I was still worried about her reaction to the whole episode.

So as I left, I gave her another hug, This time a little longer and a little closer and whispered, “Thank you. You’re amazing!”

But I still had that nagging doubt, so before I left I turned and said, “Are you sure about all this?”

With a big grin, she said, “Yes, it’s fine! It’s all right! Everything is all right! Honest! I’ll see you soon!” She then winked and turned to prepare for her next customer.

Now it was my turn to have a big grin on my face. As I walked away, I thought, “I wonder what else she’ll be fine with?”