Salon Secrets & Silent Desires

The last twelve months had been a relentless blur, a constant churn of work and worry. I and Az had been so consumed by our respective businesses, the salon and his own venture, that stolen moments together felt like precious, hard-won victories. Each glance across the room, each shared task, was charged with a simmering tension, a barely contained lust that threatened to erupt at any given moment. The thought of our desires unleashed, raw and untamed, was a delicious torment.

Today, though, felt different. My last client had rescheduled, giving me a rare opportunity to catch my breath and finally focus on myself. I let Az know I’d be home a little earlier, a promise that felt both exciting and slightly dangerous. Then, the phone rang, summoning me to deal with a particularly demanding male client – a prospect I braced myself for.

Az arrived on his motorcycle about thirty minutes later, the familiar rumble a physical jolt of pleasure. The bike was an extension of his rugged charm, a symbol of his adventurous spirit. As always, seeing him pulled me from the edge of restraint, the battle for control beginning even before we stepped inside. He greeted me with a kiss, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken desires between us, and then, with a playful glint in his eyes, suggested he head over to the bar while I took care of the fussy client.

“Well, I would but I don’t have time,” he said, a hint of frustration in his voice. “I’ve got an appointment in about five minutes and stylists don’t like when people are late, they get a little annoyed, you know.” My laughter was genuine, a release of pent-up anticipation. “Looks like you’ll have to come over to the chair before I get annoyed.” He grinned, a slow, knowing smile. “I think you should give your sidekick an early mark first.”

We closed up, the scent of hairspray and shampoo clinging to the air, and I led him to the waiting chair. He hadn’t had a proper haircut in months, and the longer he watched me work, the more intense his gaze became. “I love watching you do this,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “You have so much sex appeal, babe. I’m in awe of you and your sexiness.” My response was a playful smirk. “You’re very sweet, mister. I’ll even give you a shampoo when I’m done.” “Aww, thanks darlin,” he said, his eyes never leaving my face. “I can’t wait.” The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken longing. “You’ve been on my mind all day, I missed you this morning.” “Likewise, babe,” I replied, my heart pounding in my chest. “And then you go and turn up on that bike, you should know I’m pretty keen to have you right now.” “Cheeky,” he teased, “you can do as you please when we get home later, darlin.”

As I prepared the basin, the anticipation built. He watched my every move, his presence a constant, thrilling pressure. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the inevitable eruption of desire. The client was forgotten, the salon momentarily irrelevant. It was just me, Az, and the simmering heat between us.

I got him comfortable, the water warm and soothing. As I began the head massage, I felt his body relax beneath my hands. The slow, rhythmic strokes ignited a primal response in him, evidenced by the subtle shifts in his muscles and the soft moans that escaped his lips. The bulge in his jeans confirmed his arousal, a silent testament to the power of our shared desire.

“Wait there,” I instructed, turning away to close the blinds and dim the lights, creating an intimate cocoon for our encounter. The darkness intensified the senses, heightening the anticipation. When I returned, I lifted my dress slightly, revealing a glimpse of my legs and then straddled him, pressing my pussy against his bulging jeans. He lay there still, eyes closed, a massive grin on his face, completely surrendering to the moment. I kissed his neck, slowly and deliberately, my tongue tracing the sensitive skin, before running my hands under his shirt, feeling the warmth radiating from his body. He pulled me closer, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me down onto his hardness. My panties were wet, my clit throbbing with anticipation. He lifted his shirt, revealing his raw masculinity, and I leaned in, letting the scent of his arousal fill my senses. The friction against my dampness was exquisite, teasing my clit just enough to build the tension.

I began at his balls, licking slowly, deliberately, working my way up his shaft with a long, languid tongue. I found the sensitive spot just beneath his tip, intensifying the pleasure with a little pressure before moving my mouth over his throbbing cock, tracing the contours of his flesh. I looked up at him, and his eyes were locked on mine, a look of pure lust and longing. He swept my hair from my face, giving me a better view of his eager expression. I changed the pace, increasing the intensity of my licking, feeling the heat building in my body. A few gasps escaped my lips as I moved my mouth over his sensitive areas, edging closer to the point of no return.

He sat upright, bringing me back to sitting on his lap, his hardness now pressed against my drenched panties. The desire to lose control, to succumb to the moment, was overwhelming. We were both hot and ready, the tension palpable. He reached around, unzipping the back of my dress, allowing me to slide my arms out and bunch my dress at my waist, my bra flung to the side. The warmth of his mouth tracing my nipples was a delicious torture, sending shivers down my spine. I leaned into him, letting him take control, ready to be consumed.

As he pulled my panties to the side, I lowered myself onto him, my pussy lips parting slightly in anticipation. With my feet planted firmly on the floor, I controlled the pace of our lovemaking, enjoying the exquisite pleasure of teasing his sensitivity. He loved the show I was putting on, his eyes filled with adoration. I used one hand to tease my little clit and the other to steady myself against his strong chest, unable to resist the pull of his body. The climax hit me with full force, my pussy spasming around his beautiful cock as I reached the peak of ecstasy. I collapsed onto him, lost in the wave of pleasure, my body trembling with release. His love juice flowed freely, a testament to the intensity of our shared experience.

We cleaned up, meticulously wiping away any trace of our encounter, a silent agreement to keep our passion a secret. I still felt incredibly sensitive, a lingering heat radiating through my body. We had to get home and shower before meeting our friends for dinner, but the thought of returning to our separate lives was unbearable. As we drove away, Az glanced back at me, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. “You know,” he said, “it’s nice to have a little excitement in my life.” My response was a slow, deliberate smile. “Likewise, babe.”

As we pulled into the parking lot, I knew I wouldn't be able to contain my thoughts. Az was right; it was good to have him, to feel his presence close by. I decided to drive home without panties, wanting to experience the sensation of his touch against my pussy as soon as possible. Each time Az would turn around and look at me with his gorgeous smirk, I felt my desire intensify, longing for the moment we could finally be alone together.

We were running rather late for dinner, and Az quickly decided he needed to return the favor, suggesting a private shower session before we headed out. The thought of stripping down in front of him was both thrilling and slightly terrifying, but the desire to lose myself in his arms was too strong to resist. In the shower, the heat and steam intensified the anticipation, making my skin tingle with anticipation. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close, and we plunged into a passionate embrace. As he lifted my dress, revealing my pussy, I felt a surge of pleasure, knowing that this was just the beginning. The world outside faded away as we lost ourselves in the moment, surrendering to the raw, untamed desires that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long. When we emerged, clean and refreshed, the thought of leaving the salon behind and returning home filled me with both excitement and trepidation. But one thing was certain: I couldn't wait to see Az again, to lose myself in his arms, and to experience the pleasure of his touch once more.

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