Haircut

It was time for a haircut. Haircuts are the best!*Okay, maybe that sentence needs an explanation.*How long did it take you to find a haircutter that you liked? One that knew your preferences, but was open to new ideas that you brought. One that was dependable, close to home and, above all, one that you were compatible with.*When my wife and I moved into our new neighborhood, I went to about six of them. I wasn?t thrilled by any of them.*In the meantime, my wife had an even harder time! She still hasn?t found a stylist she can depend on. Every one of them has let her down over the various styles and colorings she?s had done.*Several months ago, I was mentioning that I was about to go for a cut, but couldn?t decide where to go. She recommended a spa close by that she had been to recently. She didn?t like what they did to her hair but maybe I?d like them.*You know how much easier it is to please men than women over things like this, so I thought, what the hell! I?ll give them a go.*I drove there while she was at work.*When I walked in, I looked around and was pleasantly surprised to see a roomful of Vietnamese women. My wife knew I had a thing for Oriental girls. She didn?t appreciate it much, but there you go. That was why she?d recommended this place to me. She knew it would appeal to my ?Asian Thing?.*They istanbul travesti all had thick accents and they directed me to a chair. The woman about to cut my hair was a woman in her thirties or so. She had horn-rimmed glasses and stood just to my shoulder when I was standing. When I sat down, her very generous bust, rare with Vietnamese girls, was about even with my face.*I told her what I wanted and she went about it very professionally. She tilted my head this way and that by placing her hand on my chin and directing me. Her hands were soft and her touch very gentle.*She leaned forward at one point to smooth out the hair on top of my head. She had tilted my head downward and then reached. My nose was neatly tucked into her cleavage for about fifteen seconds.*When she leaned back to inspect her handiwork, she saw my eyes continuing to linger on her breasts. She smirked and went back to work. The next five or so minutes of cutting included her placing my head either close to or buried in her ample bosom several times.*When she was done, she beamed at me and I realized that, even though she was no teen girl anymore, she was definitely a looker!*?You come back?? she asked me in her heavily accented English.*?Definitely!? I said with a grin.*She patted me gently istanbul travesti on the cheek and gave me a very saucy smile.*I did go back to see her many times. I was getting my hair cut about every six weeks or so, and each time she treated me to several closeups with her boobs and held my head and face pressed into them a lot.*Needless to say, I was enjoying the hell out of getting a haircut. So, like I said, haircuts are the best!*The last time I went for a cut, I grinned as I walked from my car.*I was having a problem with an old injury that day. It happened when I was a young teen playing football. Someone blindsided me and tackled my ass. Ever since that day, there are times where I can?t put any weight on my left leg and it causes an awful limp. The pain usually goes away on its own after a few days so I just grin and bear it.*I limped into the shop and my favorite haircutter smiled broadly. When she saw me limping, she asked me what was wrong. I told her about the old injury and she frowned as she studied my posture.*?I can fix!? she said, ?We have massage here. We fix!?*I politely declined. The injury, as far as I could tell, was a problem in the joint between my upper thigh bone and the hip. The center of the pain was at the top of my leg and nestled just istanbul travesti to the left of my balls.*I didn?t tell her that of course. I just said that it was in an awkward place and it would be hard to reach.*She shooed away my objections and, with the help of one of the other ladies, a younger and very attractive girl who spoke almost no English, they ushered me to a back room.*I looked through the door and saw a massage table. As much as I would have liked to get a massage from either one of these girls, I didn?t think this was THAT kind of massage place and I didn?t want them to think of me as a pervert.*?You take off clothes!? my haircutter said, ?We come back!?*?My clothes?? I said, still worried that they would get the wrong idea about me.*?Yes!? she insisted, ?You take off all clothes! We help!?*They shoved me through the door and I heard them tittering to each other as they closed it. I grimaced and sat on the bed to think about it.*'They did say to take off all my clothes!'*I thought to myself.*What the hell! I stripped down to nothing and lay face down on the table. This wasn?t my first Asian Massage Parlor rodeo.*After a minute I heard a knock on the door.*I said I was ready and the two women came in.*They studied me as they stood over me and the second girl spoke in Vietnamese. My haircutter responded and the other girl nodded.*?Where is pain?? my cutter asked.*?Well,? I said haltingly, ?It?s at the very top of my left leg where it meets my hip.?*She reached in between my thighs and started squirreling her hand around. I spread my thighs apart and she reached deeper.