Massage and a Haircut Part 2

This story will make more sense if you read Part 1 first.  Thanks to all for their kind comments and encouragement.

I was really looking forward to my monthly massage with Stacy.  Not only were my muscles sore from too many workouts, but she had promised a nape shave if I needed it.

As I drove to her studio, I remembered our last visit with a smile.  I asked her to massage my scalp along with the rest of me, and things took an interesting turn.  She massaged my head, using enough lotion to make my hair thoroughly slick.  Needless to say, that got me very obviously excited.    She handled it very professionally, though with a twinkle in her eyes and a smile.

She did “accidently” brush up against my erect manhood several times as she finished my massage, but maybe I imagined it.  She also insisted on combing my hair before I left and slicked it back with still more lotion.  That was definitely fun.

I very deliberately let my hair get a bit too long before this visit to make sure I needed a neck shave before she went to work.

“Hi, Stacy!”

“Hi, Bill!”  She gave me a dazzling smile and pulled me in for a hug.  As we embraced, she ran a soft hand up the back of my neck.  “You are fuzzy!!!  You are going to need a shave so I don’t pull on those short hairs when I massage your neck. Why don’t you go into the first massage room and get out of your clothes.   Let’s start with you in the chair so I can go to work with my clippers.  Just put the towel over your midsection.  I’ll be there in a minute.”

I had the distinct impression that she was looking forward to this shave as much as I was.

She went off down the hall to get a few items, and I went to the massage room and stripped.  I sat in a comfortable chair with a big fluffy towel hopefully camouflaging my excitement.

She came in carrying a big set of corded Wahl clippers, a barber comb, a disposable razor, and shaving gel.  She was wearing a flowery summer dress, which worked well with her pleasantly rounded figure.  I noticed that she was braless. Wasn’t she wearing a bra when I came in?  To my annoyance, she still hadn’t cut her overgrown graying blonde bob.  I resolved to persuade her to cut it back to chin length, as that was a great look on her.

“Wow, your hair has grown so much since I last saw you!  Are you ever going back to that cute short bob?”

“I want to, but have just been too busy to worry about it.  Speaking of which, you’re pretty overgrown yourself, Mister.  Head down now.”  Her left hand gently pushed my chin to my chest and the clippers gave a loud pop and a hum as she fired them up.  The blades were still cool on my skin as they began shaving a path up my hairy nape.  I gave a little shiver and she chuckled.  “Everyone does that…feels good, doesn’t it?”

“It does!”  Her left hand kept a firm grip.  I heard the clippers change to a lower pitch as they passed the fine nape hairs and bit into the longer hair above.  “Stacy, I…..”  I felt some longer pieces hit my bare shoulder.

“Shhhhh…I’m just raising your hairline a little.  I told you I always get a little carried away when I shave a handsome client!  There!  A smooth neck and a tidy hairline.”  She switched the clippers off and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I reached back to feel how high she had shaved and she batted my hand away.  “You’re not done, Mister.”   She started dragging her comb through my unruly locks.  “You’re so shaggy that I’m going to have to give you a trim!”

She switched the clippers back on with a loud pop.  Before I could object, she combed up a small section of hair at the right side of my head and sheared it off by running the clippers over the comb.  There was no mirror to see what she was doing, but a good sized clump of hair landed in my lap.  I was so surprised that I didn’t know what to say.

I sat in stunned silence as she lifted up section after section, tapering my hair close with the clippers and comb.  “I just love that little zip sound that the clippers make when they pass over the comb and this gives me much more precise control of the length than using guides!”  She continued shearing off my hair, working from the left side to the back.  She brushed a lock off of my bare shoulder.  “Doesn’t that nice soft hair feel good hitting your skin?  I wish I could get my hair cut naked so I could feel it.  You are going to feel so much better once I get all this bulk off!!”  She continued to lift and cut, and hair tumbled down.

There was no point in objecting now.  I couldn’t very well storm out with half a haircut.  Stacy was in control.  In spite of everything, I was fully erect and tenting the towel.

“I’m giving you a nice tight taper on the sides and back.  I’ll leave you 1 inch long on top so we can side part it.  It’s my favorite haircut…so masculine and handsome.  I used to give haircuts to all three of my brothers, so I’m pretty good at it.”    She bent over my left ear and I could feel her carving an arch over it.  “And every manly cut needs whitewalls….”

Soon, the clippers were switched off and she spread shaving gel around my hairline, followed by the gentle scraping of a disposable razor.

She carefully parted my hair and picked up the clippers again.  “Stacy, I ….”

“Shhh…I’m just giving you a hard part so it will be easier for you to style.  I should use a straight razor but I don’t have one here.”  I could feel her carving with the tip of the now warm clippers.

She stopped to admire her work, and held up a mirror for me.  She had given me a very tightly tapered businessman’s cut with short, squared off sideburns, moderate whitewalls, and a squared off hairline in back.  The hard part was perfect, exposing pale scalp.

“It looks great, Stacy, but you might have asked for my permission!”

“Sometimes you just have to trust your instincts….besides, it looks like you enjoyed the experience” noting my erection under the towel.  Cut locks were everywhere.  She gave me a squeeze through the towel.  “We’re going to have to do something about that or you’ll never be able to lay face down on my massage table!”

She took two pumps from the lotion bottle nearby and began to stroke me.  When I was well lubricated, she peeled off her dress and straddled me in the chair.  She slid onto my shaft.  She was wet and hot.   “Oooh…I’ve always wanted to style a man’s hair in this position.”  Two more pumps, and she began to massage greasy lotion into my hair as she undulated on my lap.

She finger combed my hair into a slick, shiny pomp.  “Ohhh…you look so good.  Suck my tits!”  I obliged, biting until she squealed. She bounced harder and harder until we both exploded.  She slumped over me and panted.

“I hope you’re not mad at me.  I’ve always wanted to do that.”  She affectionately stroked my short, slick hair.  “Besides, you didn’t put up much of a fight….”  She gave me another dazzling smile.  “And you do look very handsome…”

“I’m not mad.  It’s a great cut.”  I absently stroked her overgrown bob, wishing it was much shorter.

“At least now you can lay down for your massage!”   We both had a good laugh.

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