The Cutting Edge

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Before I moved to California, people told me all the time that it would be hot and humid. No one managed to convey to me exactly how unbearable it would be, so a mere four weeks into my new life with my boyfriend Jake at our southern Californian home I decided that I needed to get with the climate and part ways with my hair.I was a girly girl from Montana, and the locks that fell to the middle of my back were dutifully brushed and conditioned and certainly one of my best assets, but I just couldn’t bear it. The sweaty neck, the sweaty scalp, the limp strands and single hairs that stuck on everything and tickled like crazy. Enough. I searched for a cute photo of a woman with a stylish medium length pixie cut and downloaded it to my phone for reference, took myself to the city center and found an old-school beauty salon that looked inviting and not too busy.The cute male hairdresser routed me to one of the chairs in the back because, “that’s about as close as we can legally get to the air con without being accused of molestation of inanimate objects.” I plopped into and reclined in the second-to-last chair in front of the mirrored wall, and the man kick-pumped the handle at the chair’s base to lift me up a little.“I haven’t introduced myself, how rude of me,” he said, meeting my eyes in the mirror and smiling. “I’m Alexander. Now you just sit back, relax and make me make you look smokin’ hot instead of just… overheated.”I laughed and introduced myself as well. We made a little small talk about my life and my job, about his job and the city and his style which he described as ‘Gay men think I’m a particularly masculine lesbian, lesbians think I’m a particularly feminine gay dude, and straight people think I’m probably from outer space.’As we talked, he put a long, dark purple hairdressing cape with a Roy Liechtenstein motif on it on me and cinched it close around my neck with a little strip of crepe paper, then proceeded to wash my hair in a mobile sink unit. He made all the right, complimentary noises about how well-cared for it was and how he still could very much understand that I wanted to get rid of most of it in the current weather.It was all very nice. Alexander had a perfect hairdresser’s personality, bright green eyes, blonde hair and a great smile. He was pretty in an androgynous way. Incidentally, he also wore the same aftershave my boyfriend used.All that, combined with the touching around my sensitive neck and prickling scalp, the noises of scissors in close proximity to my ears, and the general heat of istanbul travesti the day – now made worse by the plastic cape that wasn’t exactly breathable – had me fighting not to squirm in my seat too much. I was getting… tingly. Down there.As inconspicuously and casually as possible, I transferred one hand to a spot on my inner thigh, underneath my short, girly skirt. I reached out my middle finger and pressed against the gusset of my panties for a little relief. The big cape that covered me like a tent hid both me and the chair I was sitting in from view. I reasoned that if I got found out anyway, I could always act like I was just scratching a mosquito bite on my thighs or something.Alexander and I kept the conversation going while the pad of my middle finger brushed against the white cotton and gently, almost imperceptibly, stimulated the puffy flesh underneath, coaxing some drops of wetness from it. My heart hammered a little in my chest. There was a definite thrill in sitting here and doing this in plain sight, with Alexander working on me, a couple of little old ladies under their drying hoods just a couple of feet away and the other employee of the salon tying a black lady’s endlessly long hair into cornrows sitting by the window. None of them were any the wiser. Even the fact that I couldn’t touch myself like I wanted to, only made it better.“So, do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend at all, honey?” Alexander asked me.I had avoided the topic in our initial round of small talk so I wouldn’t sound like one of those hysterical, ‘I-have-a-boyfriend’ bitches and kill the friendly banter. I answered an affirmative and told him about Jake who was the reason I was now living in a place where the humidity was giving me a perm, and who I was planning to marry next year. Alexander smiled brightly and congratulated me.Then, he leaned close to my ear as he checked the lengths of hair he had cut on either side of my head, and asked in a low voice, “And is Jake a little perv like you?”I immediately froze and asked, “Uh, what?”, missing innocent by half a mile and landing on dumb instead.Alexander flashed a grin and cocked an eyebrow. “Don’t worry, girlfriend. Your secret is totally safe with me, and the others won’t have noticed.”I stammered and blushed furiously, squirming around so I could pull my hand from between my legs and re-adjust my skirt.“Sorry, I didn’t… Oh, God. This is not… I thought…”“You thought you were so clever and low-key, yeah. Adorable. But honey, I am a very perceptive person.”He bit his lip, travesti istanbul glanced at his colleague and the other patrons – none of them would be able to hear us over the sound of the air con and the low murmur of some local radio station playing from the ceiling speakers anyway – and then turned back to me.”Gotta admit, I’m a bit of a perv, too. Knowing that you’re playing with your nub underneath there is getting me pleasantly bothered, so don’t you stop on my account.”I gaped, then giggled, embarrassed. After a long moment of hesitation, I slid my fingers back into their place to continue my ministrations. I couldn’t help it, the pull was too strong. The nub he had mentioned was now a little more prominent underneath the cotton, too. Alexander threw me a knowing smile as he worked on my hair.There was a little bit of silence. I petted myself through my panties and felt the heat rise in gentle waves through my body. The little old ladies clucked like a couple of chickens. The other employee, a woman in her thirties, was entirely focused on the black woman’s hair, and the black woman was texting on her phone. I was certain they hadn’t noticed anything. Yet. The possibility that they could notice had me high-strung and jittery.  Alexander met my eyes in the mirror again and licked his lips as if he knew very well what kind of effect the circumstances had on me and my libido.”Do you wanna hear a story?”By the way, he said the word ‘story’, I knew that it was going to be a good one. I nodded.”Alright, I’ll tell it, but only if you touch yourself properly while I’m talking.”He lowered his voice another notch so that even I had to strain to hear him.”Slide your panties to the side with one hand. Touch yourself with the other. Rub your clitty, but very softly. You don’t speed up and don’t slow down. Just pet that little kitty ever so gently.”He moved around me on his little round, cushioned stool, momentarily shielding me from the other people’s view, and billowed out the cape that hid my body from the neck down to my ankles. Hardly daring to breathe and with a face as red as a tomato, I let my thighs fall open a little farther.I slid the hem of my skirt up, then hooked my left index and middle finger into the gusset of my panties to pull it to the side and touched my slick, puffy lips with my right middle finger’s tip. The cape settled down again and gently draped over me. When I closed my eyes against the intense contact from my fingers and the blanket, Alexander knew that I had done his bidding.”A year ago istanbul travestileri or so,” Alexander began and resumed clipping my hair as if nothing was going on at all, “a gorgeous blonde came in here to have her hair color touched up. She might’ve been a Victoria’s Secret model or maybe an actual angel from heaven, but with a body made by the devil himself. She was sitting right in this very chair, wearing a short little skirt just like you. Her name was Lindsey.”I imagined Lindsey’s lovely heart-shaped face and her perky boobs, her nipples poking through her top because of the cool air-con breeze. My imagination anticipated the next steps. Did she also fondle herself through her short skirt, like me? Did Alexander also notice and call her out?Did she give him a handjob underneath the cape, or did they both vanish into the little room over my left shoulder and behind me? Partitioned from the rest of the salon by a black curtain where Alex helped her finish with his clever, quick, talented hands? I was dying of curiosity. My middle finger went up and down, up and down, with barely bearable slowness.”I’d been working on her for about ten minutes when her man came in through the door. I say man, but the word didn’t actually do him justice. He was a Navy SEAL who had sprung from the cover of a GQ, gone from there to Afghanistan, and now filled up all the space in this little salon. His name was John. John sat down in the chair right there,” Alex pointed his chin to the next chair over on my left, the last one in the row, almost shoved directly against the back wall, “and watched us.”I pictured a tall, hunky man in camo pants, black boots, and a navy issued shirt, observing a male hairdresser as he worked on his girlfriend. I could imagine the intensity. My own boyfriend could also be intense every once in a while, raising my blood pressure with a silent look that promised hard sex later on.”He watched my every move like a hawk. And because I was feeling horny and a little crazy that day, and dear little Lindsey had definitely flirted with me before John arrived, I cranked things up a little. I wanted to rile him up. To see smoke coming from his nostrils with jealousy and anger. So I made remarks and gave Lindsey compliments with a little double entendre, and I touched her just a little more than necessary,” he said and demonstrated.A swipe with a finger across the neck here, a touch to the sensitive earlobe there with the outer edge of a scissor’s blade, and leaning close and over my head as he wiped some hair from my forehead and framed my face.He smirked darkly. “The thought of making this big man’s blood boil made me so hard. I made sure he saw the bulge.”I gasped. Oh fuck, that was kind of hot.Alex narrowed his eyes. “Don’t you speed up, darling.”

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