She asked me to call her Jackie, so I did, and she began washing my hair.She asked me to call her Jackie, so I did, and she began washing my hair. Now, guys, if you've never had someone run warm water through your hair, and then shampoo it, it does feel great. You relax with the warm water, and let someone else do all the work. It's especially good if you're getting washed by a beautiful young woman. I looked up at one point, and Jackie was leaning over me, her small but firmly round breasts inches from my face. Yes...it WAS like going to heaven! "I hope you don't mind if we cut your hair back here." Jackie said over the sound of the water. "We're getting ready to close up." "No problem." I said, and thought to myself, "just as long as you stay here and keep me feeling so good." She rinsed out my hair and asked me if I'd like a shave too, running her hands over my stubble. I agreed, as I wanted her hovering over me some more. Jackie wrapped a towel around my head and began lathering my face. She came up with a straight-razor, stropping it on a leather strap. It made a warm, slapping noise that reminded me of the old fashioned barber shops when I was a kid watching my dad get a shave. The warm lather had relaxed me farther, and Jackie tilted my head. She wiped a small area near my sideburns, and began. The scratchy sound of the razor cutting through the stubble and the cool feeling of my skin after it passed was wonderful. Jackie is very skilled at this. She deftly shaved my face and then my neck. She used scissors and trimmed my moustache neatly too. "Now a warm towel to soften your skin." She said, and she put a very warm towel on my face. For a moment, it almost burned, but it quickly felt relaxing and soft. For the moment, I relaxed and enjoyed the sensations. I felt a rustling of the covering sheet, and then hands at my zipper. "I can't be this lucky!" I thought. The next thing I felt was a pair of warm hands reach through my boxer shorts and find my quickly hardening cock. |