kendo
Nikola stood outside the salon, his breath visible in the chilly evening air. The neon sign flickered, casting an eerie glow on the pavement. He tugged nervously at the collar of his coat, his eyes darting towards the door. The salon was closing, and he had one last chance to get his haircut before the weekend—a routine that had become a bit of a ritual for him. There was something calming about leaning back in the chair, feeling the weight of the cape around his shoulders, and entrusting his locks to the skilled hands of a young, pretty woman.
The door creaked open, and Milena stepped out, her auburn hair cascading over her shoulders. She locked the door behind her, her green eyes catching Nikola’s anxious gaze. “Hey there,” she called, her voice warm and inviting. “You here for a haircut?”
Nikola nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah, but I see you’re locking up. Do you think… maybe you could squeeze me in? I really need it tonight.”
Milena tilted her head, considering. “I already closed up, and all the other salons are shutting down too. But… if you’re really in a bind, you could come to my place. I can give you a quick trim there. What do you say?”
Nikola hesitated for only a moment before agreeing. The thought of waiting until tomorrow was intolerable. “Sure, that would be great,” he replied, trying to mask his relief.
Milena smiled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Alright then, follow me.”
They walked in silence, the cityscape blurring past them as they made their way to Milena’s apartment. The streets were quieter now, the hum of nightlife fading into the distance. When they arrived, Milena unlocked the door and led Nikola inside. Her home was cozy, filled with soft lighting and the faint scent of lavender.
“Make yourself comfortable,” she said, gesturing to the living room. “I’ll just be a minute.”
Nikola sat on the couch, his heart pounding. He watched as Milena disappeared down a short hallway, the sound of a door clicking shut echoing softly. Minutes ticked by, each one stretching longer than the last. His nerves were getting the better of him, the unfamiliar surroundings making him feel more vulnerable than usual.
Finally, Milena emerged from the hallway, and Nikola’s breath caught in his throat. She wore nothing but a silk robe, its leopard print pattern shimmering under the lights. The robe belt cinched tight around her waist left little to the imagination, revealing the curves of her body beneath. She moved with confidence, her hips swaying slightly as she approached.
“All set,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “Come on, let’s get you seated.”
Nikola’s mouth went dry as he stood, following her to the center of the room where she’d placed a cushioned chair. He sank into the seat, the fabric cool against his skin. Milena draped a black cape over his shoulders, the weight of it both reassuring and thrilling. She secured it tightly around his neck, her fingers brushing against his skin.
“How do you want it?” she asked, her tone casual but charged with hidden meanings.
Nikola shrugged, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know… just a trim, I guess.”
Milena leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. “Why don’t we try something different tonight? A fresh start. How about a head shave? It’s really quite invigorating.”
Nikola’s eyes widened, surprise mingling with curiosity. The idea of shaving his head was daunting, but there was something enticing about the prospect, especially with Milena’s obvious enthusiasm. Her proximity made his pulse race, the warmth of her body radiating through the thin fabric of the robe.
“Okay,” he agreed, his voice trembling slightly. “Let’s do it.”
Milena’s smile widened, genuine satisfaction lighting up her face. “Perfect. Just relax, and let me take care of everything.”
She retrieved a set of clippers from a nearby table, the whirring sound filling the room as she turned them on. Nikola closed his eyes, his senses heightened by the combination of the cape’s weight, Milena’s closeness, and the anticipation of what was to come. She ran the clippers over his scalp, the sensation electrifying, every pass sending shivers down his spine.
As the last of his hair fell away, Milena switched off the clippers and took a step back, admiring her handiwork. “There,” she said softly, her fingers tracing the contours of his newly exposed scalp. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
Nikola nodded, unable to find words to describe the mix of emotions swirling within him. The vulnerability of having his hair stripped away was undeniable, but so was the thrill of experiencing such intimacy with Milena.
“Now,” she continued, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, “how about we celebrate your new look properly?”
Before Nikola could respond, Milena straddled him, her thighs pressing against his sides as she lowered herself onto his lap. She reached between them, her fingers deftly unzipping his pants and freeing his erection. Nikola gasped as she guided him towards her entrance, the slick heat enveloping him completely as she slowly impaled herself on his length.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his hands gripping her hips as she began to move, grinding against him with deliberate slowness. Every shift of her body sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, their bodies aligned perfectly, the connection electric.
Milena’s eyes locked onto his, her expression intense. “Tell me how much you like this,” she demanded, her voice thick with desire.
Nikola’s mind raced, struggling to keep up with the sensations overwhelming him. “I love it,” he managed to say, his voice strained. “God, you feel so good…”
Milena smiled, her movements becoming more assertive, riding him with increasing intensity. “Good,” she murmured, her nails digging slightly into his shoulders. “Because I’m not stopping until you’re begging for more.”
