Just got back from my hair cut. Getting a shampoo from a young big-bosomed girl is better than finding a freeze pop in your freezer when you thought you ran out. Lathering my hair with shampoo and spreading it around evenly to every part of my cranium while massaging my scalp and moaning ever so softly (alright, there was no moaning) Then she rinses out the shampoo as a feeling of emptiness comes over me as I realize my erotic journey is over.... but wait.... it's not over.... she whispers to me "would you like me to use some conditioner?" Speechless, I could only give an affirmative nod of my less than attractive head. And then the lathering, spreading and massaging started again. Her fingers danced thru my hair while her thumbs dug into the back of my head. She was agressive with her thumbs, and I thought to myself, "ooh, that's ok, Daddy likes it rough". I closed my eyes and thought of how badly I wanted to Stu this young vixen with angelic hands. Then my eyes opened as I felt the water washing the conditioner out of my hair. I cried out "I don't think the conditioner took... maybe we should do it again?" She just giggled and led me to her station where she would cut my hair. I was so worked up from the shampoo, I didn't care how the actual hair cut would come out. She could've given me a 1990-style St.Louis Bob FlatTop and I wouldn't have minded. I then paid her for her services and then I gave her my name and number and we set up a date which will take place in 4 weeks from today. She gave me her card which referenced our future date, and I chuckled when I saw that she called our date a "hair cut appointment". Her youthful flirtations only make me want her more!!!!
