Massage and a Haircut

Be gentle, my friends, as this is my first published piece.  It’s a mix of reality and fantasies…the characters are real, but the events are as I wish they would be.  If you enjoy it, I have ideas for two more parts.

I was coming in for my monthly massage, as the muscles in my 60-something body were sore from too many heavy weightlifting sessions.  My masseuse, Stacy, was a marvel—an hour and a half with her left me relaxed and dissipated the soreness.  She was also easy on the eyes, with a brilliant smile, bright blue eyes, sandy blonde hair going slowly grey, and cute dimpled cheeks.  She was around 50, and chubby in a pleasant way.

Her hair caught my eye, of course.  Since I had known her, she stopped bleaching her shoulder length bob and chopped it to chin length.  Blondes go grey gracefully, so the color change was fine.  The shorter bob was really striking on her.  But lately, her chin length bob had grown out nearly to her shoulders.  It did not do her justice, as she’s too pretty for a boring LOB.  I had been scheming on how to suggest a change, but had so far made no progress.

We had come to a comfortable routine.  I’d arrive, and Stacy would greet me.  She’d show me to a massage room and then leave while I stripped.  She always let the client decide how far to go, but gave me an approving smile when she discovered I was fully naked under the sheet draped over my midsection.

She always began by asking me which areas needed attention, then having me lay face down and beginning with a relaxing foot massage.  Unless I lifted my head, my vision was blocked and I just listened and felt her hands go to work.  There was a reassuring routine—2 pumps of the lotion bottle, the wet, slippery sound of Stacy rubbing her hands together to warm the lotion, and her strong hands working my body.

We often talked during the massage.  It was just friendly chatter about workouts, kids, and questions about how my body felt.  The conversation took an interesting turn today as she worked on my shoulders.

Stacy said “your neck is a bit irritated today.  It looks freshly shaved.  Did you just come from the barber?”

“Yes, Roxy, my barber, always gives me a finish shave with the straight razor.  She shaves me close and leaves my skin a little pink.”

“No problem.  I’ll just use a little extra lotion when I get there.  It’s actually great to massage freshly shaved skin, so I don’t have to worry about pulling fine hairs.”

“Maybe I should get a haircut before every massage then!”

She laughed.  “You don’t need to do that…I can always shave you before we start.  I keep clippers in the drawer over there.  Some of the ladies come in with hairy necks.  If they mind the tugging on those short nape hairs, I give them a quick shave.”  Stacy giggled.  “Sometimes I get a little carried away and they end up with a bit of an undercut.  I have to throw away the long locks before they realize what happened.  But they do tell me that their husbands like to nuzzle a smooth neck!”

“I bet they do!”  I chuckled, but of course she had touched on my fetish and caused my body to react.  I loved the thought of a nape shave with every massage.

The rhythm continued.  I heard the “pump pump” sound of the lotion bottle and felt her gently massaging unscented cool lotion into my freshly shaved neck.  I had to find a way to engage her further.

“Stacy, do you ever do head massages?  I’m feeling a little tension in my scalp.”

“Sure, I can, but I’d get your hair all greasy with lotion if I keep going.”

“That’s okay.  I like to wear my hair slicked back sometimes, so that’s not a problem.”

She didn’t say anything, but I heard the “pump pump” again and felt her massaging slippery lotion into my hair and scalp.  Her fingers worked the lotion into my scalp, first in a circular movement, and then simply stroking through my hair in different directions.

“Better?”

“Much!”

“Good.  Turn over for me and I’ll finish from the front.”

“Uhh, Stacy, I ummm…”  I rolled over under the drape, but my hard on was obvious.

“Don’t worry about it, Bill.  That happens to guys sometimes and I keep it professional.  It was the head massage, wasn’t it?”

“Ummm…yes.  I really enjoyed it.”

“I thought so.  I could feel your excitement build as I worked on you.  We’ll make it a regular part of our routine, then.  It will be our secret.”  She gave me a wink and a smile.  “Now lay back and close your eyes while I finish.”  “Pump pump”, and slick cool hands glided through my hair from the front.  She was massaging, but also seemed to be spending time combing my slick hair with her fingers.  There was quite a tent pole in the sheet.

The rest of the massage was uneventful, though it seemed that a hand or elbow kept grazing my manhood through the sheet….

“All done, Bill.  I’ll step out while you get dressed.”

I wobbled to my feet, and put on my shirt and shorts.  Stacy rapped lightly on the door.

“Come in.”

She came in carrying a comb.  “Just as I thought…your hair is a mess.  Sit down while I comb it for you.  I can’t have you leaving here looking like you just had a roll in the hay.”

I sat, and she started to comb my lotioned locks into a pomp.  She was struggling a bit with unruly hair that insisted on poking up here and there.

She frowned “that will never do.  Sit still.”   She went over to the lotion bottle and squirted generous amount into her palms.  “Now then…”  Stacy stroked her slick hands over the surface of my hair, smoothing down the unruly locks and creating a slick, shiny finish.

She gently lifted my chin, admiring her work from the front, back and sides.  “Much better” she pronounced.  “You’re really handsome with your hair greased back!”  Her blue eyes sparkled as she looked into mine.  “See you in a few weeks, Big Guy!  Be ready for a shave next time.”

I walked out to my truck, slightly dazed.  I had intended to talk Stacy into changing her hair, and now she seemed to be in control of mine!

+26