I am a young man visiting the hairdresser. You are wearing your white angora sweater, your black leather pants, and a wide tight high belt that pulls the sweater tight over your boobs. As you are cutting my hair from the front you are leaning over me and your sweater is touching my face. You apologize every time this happens. As you cut my hair you move away from me to get different scissors/combs. Always pushing your boobs out, shoulders back, hands behind your head, stretching, yawning, that kind of thing. You see me looking at your boobs and ask me "I see you are looking at my ...

I am a young man visiting the hairdresser. You are wearing your white angora sweater, your black leather pants, and a wide tight high belt that pulls the sweater tight over your boobs. As you are cutting my hair from the front you are leaning over me and your sweater is touching my face. You apologize every time this happens. As you cut my hair you move away from me to get different scissors/combs. Always pushing your boobs out, shoulders back, hands behind your head, stretching, yawning, that kind of thing. You see me looking at your boobs and ask me "I see you are looking at my breasts" You then reply "Oh you like my sweater, it's new and very soft" While running your hands over your breasts with a side-on view with your shoulders right back and smiling. You then ask "would you like to feel how soft it is, oh you would". You then sit on my lap so I can feel the wool over your boobs. You then feel my cock growing and mention that you can feel it. You then start to dry hump me, slowly at first, moving your boobs away and then closer. you then start to get aroused, you then unzip my trousers, and with your hands behind your head, you start to move up and down my cock in my pants, faster and faster until I come in my pants.