As soon as the door closed behind me, I knew I had made a mistake by choosing this salon. I was here for a haircut, but the only stylist available was a young man named Caleb with piercing blue eyes and a chiseled jawline that made my knees weak. He seemed friendly enough, but there was something about his demeanor that set me on edge.
“Hi, I’m Caleb,” he said, shaking my hand firmly before leading me to his station. “What can I do for you today?”
His grip lingered just a second too long, making my heart race and my stomach flutter. I hesitated, trying to decide whether or not to trust him with my hair. He must have sensed my hesitation because he smiled reassuringly and said, “Don’t worry, I promise you won’t regret it.”
He turned away from me to get his tools together, giving me a perfect view of his tight ass in those black dress pants. My face flushed as I realized how much I liked what I saw. Suddenly, the thought of him cutting my hair didn’t seem so bad after all.
As he started combing through my hair, Caleb asked me about myself – where I worked, if I had any hobbies, that sort of thing. He was clearly trying to put me at ease, but every time our eyes met in the mirror, I felt a jolt of electricity run down my spine.
I found myself drawn to him, wanting more than just small talk and flirtatious glances. As he moved around me, cutting and snipping with expert precision, I couldn’t help but notice how close he was standing – so close that I could feel the warmth radiating off his body.
The bulge in his pants brushed back and forth against my arm as he cut my hair, sending a shiver up my spine. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, hoping he hadn’t noticed my reaction. But when I glanced at him in the mirror again, I saw that wicked smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
He was enjoying this – teasing me with his body and testing the boundaries between us. And I couldn’t deny that I was loving it too.
As he continued cutting my hair, Caleb occasionally let his hand linger on my neck or shoulder, sending shivers down my spine each time. I couldn’t help but arch my back slightly, pushing my chest out just a bit more with every touch.
I knew what I was doing – inviting him to take things further if he wanted to. And based on the hungry look in his eyes, it seemed like he did want to.
But then, as quickly as it had begun, our little game ended when Caleb declared my haircut finished. He stepped back from me, admiring his handiwork with a satisfied smile on his face.
“There you go,” he said, handing me a mirror so I could see the back. “What do you think?”
I took the mirror from him, feeling a pang of disappointment that our flirtatious encounter was over. But as I examined my reflection in the glass, I couldn’t help but smile – he had done an incredible job on my hair.
“It looks great,” I said, meeting his gaze in the mirror. “Thanks for doing such a good job.”
His eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, it felt like we were the only two people in the world. Then he broke the spell by saying, “No problem. Just let me know if you need anything else.”
As I paid for my haircut and left the salon, I couldn’t help but think about Caleb – how much I had enjoyed our flirtatious encounter and how much I wished it could have gone further. But as I walked away, I knew that wasn’t going to happen.
I was just another customer to him, no different from anyone else who came into his salon. And while that stung a little bit, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for the experience – even if it hadn’t led anywhere.
But as I climbed into my car and started driving home, I couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, there was still hope for something more between us.
