Stacy cut my hair today.
Saturday afternoon. I am in need of a trim, though really it is just an excuse to see her. The ladies she works with are outside when I pull up to the salon. Older Latinas. All smiles and waving me in the side door as I walk up. Giggling like schoolgirls. They’ve seen me once or twice before, but I don’t expect it. They know who I am.
As I come through the door, Stacy is walking past. White dress with a small print and black spaghetti straps. Tight black apron over the outfit. Super hot.
She scoops me into a shampoo chair. This is the second time she’s cut my hair. If you’re a fan of the blog, you know I’ve had a friend cut my hair for the past 20 years. There have occasionally been other stylists, but mostly only Siobahn. She wasn’t able to fit me in before the Vegas trip, so I asked Stacy to do me a favor and give me a cut. Now here I am again.
A whole other layer of cheating. LOL. Stacy has me fixated.
She is a great stylist. I got a lot of compliments at the show on the road. VS can also attest…my hair looks fucking great.
Once I’m shampooed and in the chair, she goes to work. Taking her time. She is naturally close. Intimate. Casually brushing me with her body over and over again. Definitely has my attention.
We’re chatting, but I am transfixed. It is an intimate experience somehow. Her fingers running across my scalp. Her turn to pull my hair a little. Snip snip.
Afterwards, we head to a pub we both like. Her neighborhood. She is supposed to meet her mom for a Pokeno party, but puts it off to have a beer with me.
We have a snack and a drink. Sit out on the patio. It is a starry night. Beautiful.
There is a moment. She holds my hand on the table. Looks into my eyes.
I don’t know where we are going, but the feelings are strong. Both ways.
She pulls me out into the parking lot for a snog. She is such a great kisser.
Call it a night.
My hair looks great.