My Hairdresser Nora Made My Last Appointment Unforgettable

"Looks like you're my last client today," said Nora, flipping the Open sign just as the previous customer walked out. I got up from the waiting area chair and settled into the barber's seat.

I'd been coming to this salon for two or three years. Convenient, reasonable prices, and the banter flying between Nora, her sister and co-owner Lisa, and the regulars always made me laugh. The fact that Nora was so pretty didn't hurt either.

Over the months I'd learned she was 23, had a few cats, and had been single for the past year. I genuinely couldn't understand how someone that funny, smart, and attractive could be on the market. She was often the target of her older sister's jokes, who called her "the crazy cat lady," too picky, too serious. Nora took it all in stride and gave as good as she got.

Nora smiled at me in the mirror as she tucked a paper strip around my collar and draped the cape over me.

"The usual, George?" she asked in that sweet voice of hers.

"Yes please, Nora. Lisa not in today?"

"No, she's got a sore throat. Talked too much with her little sister," she teased. We both laughed.

Nora ran her fingers through my thick hair. I have a weakness for women's hands, and Nora had perfect ones. Delicate, slim fingers, dexterous, with beautifully shaped nails painted a very deep red today. Her wrists and forearms were also slim but looked strong, a few prominent veins just visible under the skin. I melted at her touch.

She was wearing a fitted black short-sleeve blouse and black leggings. Nora was a fairly slim girl but her chest was large for her frame. I could see the buttons of her blouse straining across her breasts, barely holding on. The first few were undone, giving a glimpse of the deep neckline below.

Nora started with the scissors, trimming the back and sides. I watched her work in the mirror while we made the usual small talk, holidays, crazy drivers, the standard Friday topics. Since it was a Friday evening, I asked if she had plans.

"You know I'm single, George, and Lisa's sick. So tonight it's just me, the crazy cat lady, and my new dildo..."

Nora froze, eyes wide, staring at me in the mirror, one hand flying to her mouth. My jaw practically dropped.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I said too much!"

"Hey," I tried to sound casual, "if you want to talk about your new dildo, I have no objections. Does it have a name?" I asked, trying to keep things light.

"Big Boy!" said Nora, then burst out laughing and went bright red. She put a hand on my shoulder to steady herself. I watched in the mirror as her breasts moved with her laughter.

"Wow, so it's big then!" I teased.

"21 centimetres!" she replied.

My eyes went wide as I held her dark eyes in the mirror, and she burst out laughing again.

"Well, take it easy with him, don't rush," I told her with a wink.

"Oh don't worry, I've got all night," she purred.

There was a mischievous glint in her eyes. Nora started cutting again, fingers working through my hair. I couldn't help imagining, as I watched her, those hands moving seductively over Big Boy. She had started leaning across me to compare the lengths on both sides, which meant her breasts pressing and pushing against my shoulder. I lost myself for a moment imagining her young, playful breasts, one of those beautiful hands cupping them while the other gripped Big Boy.

"You alright, George?" Nora asked. I must have drifted. I looked at her in the mirror and her eyes had dropped toward my lap. I followed her gaze down and was shocked to find my now very hard cock very visibly tenting the barber's cape.

"Sorry, I just..." it was my turn to be embarrassed. I looked back at her in the mirror. Nora was biting her lip now, eyes moving between mine and my lap.

"Are you trying to compete with Big Boy?" she whispered in my ear.

"Well, I'm not exactly in direct competition with him..." I managed, watching Nora still biting her lip, tracing a slim finger down her throat and along her collarbone. That was not helping.

Nora went back to cutting. Now she was standing in front of and beside me, running her fingers through my hair again, except now I could see her directly rather than just in the mirror. I watched her slim forearms at work, the tendons and veins just beneath her smooth, pale skin. Her breasts were now in my direct line of sight too, barely contained by her blouse. So close.

She stopped.

"Has it gotten bigger?" she asked in a voice attempting seriousness. We both looked down at the shape under the cape.

"Should we do something about it?" Nora asked, teasing me. I was stunned, but my cock gave an involuntary twitch.

"Mmm. I think that was a yes," she added.

"But I'm old enough to be your father!" It was all I could come back with. Ridiculous.

"I like older cock," she replied, with a low purr. "Come on, I haven't seen a real one in over a year. Please..."

Who was I to refuse a beautiful young woman wanting to admire my cock.

"Alright," I said.

The salon blinds were partially open but Nora unlocked the chair and rotated me 90 degrees away from the window. She gently pulled the cape aside.

I was wearing loose joggers and no underwear, so my erect cock was very clearly filling out the fabric.

"God, George! Are you sure you're not as big as Big Boy?" she teased.

"No, not quite, maybe 19cm on a good day," I replied, a little flustered.

"Show me. Please," Nora said.

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and slowly pushed them down. My cock caught on the elastic, pulling the fabric and lifting it up against my stomach before springing free and slapping back against me. Nora exhaled sharply and then giggled.

"Wow. So hard! And so thick and veiny! Definitely more texture than Big Boy!" she said, delighted.

"Hold it for me," she said. I paused, looking at her. My legs were spread and Nora was standing between them, her legging-clad legs nearly touching my knees. Her eyes were fixed between my legs. I let my right hand drop slowly, thumb under my cock pressing against the vein at the base, making every vein stand out, and lifted it until it was perpendicular to my body.

"What a beautiful cock," she purred.

"Get a closer look if you want, it doesn't bite," I teased. She held my gaze and gave me that wicked smile. Her delicate fingers moved toward the buttons of her blouse and began slowly undoing them. The first revealed more of her full, lifted, close-set breasts, the second exposing the semi-transparent black bra supporting them. Two more buttons and the blouse hung open. I could see the dark pink circles of her nipples through the black mesh, her hard nipples trying to push through. Then she slowly crouched down between my legs, hands running up my thighs as she lowered herself.

"Nora..." It was all I managed.

"What pretty drops," she said, and ran a fingertip along the underside of my cock, gathering my pre-cum. Her young, delicate, feminine finger made my cock look even thicker. Her touch was electric.

"Stroke it for me. Slow and nice," she instructed.

I did as I was told, and Nora ran a finger along my cock each time a new drop appeared. Each time she did, she slipped her fingers into her bra, spreading my pre-cum over her hard nipples. I watched her rub and pinch her thick, stiff nipples through the black mesh, which made me leak even more for her.

With that level of teasing from this beautiful, sensual girl, it didn't take long before I started feeling the pressure building in my balls.

"I'm going to come, soon," I breathed.

Nora leaned slightly forward, the sensitive, slick tip of my cock now touching the soft skin of her young cleavage. I groaned, trying to hold out a little longer.

"Come for me, George," she urged.

That was enough. I groaned loudly as my cock erupted, jet after jet of thick, hot cum. Her cleavage and bra were quickly covered.

"Wow, George. That was a lot. When did you last come?!" Nora burst out laughing.

We sorted ourselves out quickly, though Nora left her blouse open while she finished my cut. I paid and left my usual tip.

Later at home, I got a message from an unknown number. I opened it.

"Hi George, it's Nora. Hope you don't mind but I took your number from the salon's client database."

"Hi Nora," I replied.

A photo came through immediately. A selfie of Nora, naked, a large dildo resting on her flat stomach, coated in her own wetness.

"As you can see, Big Boy finished me off. And your cum is still all over my breasts. Don't leave it too long until your next haircut xx"