July
As
I walked into the shop, I noticed her immediately. July, a stylist at
the salon where my husband Raheem gets his hair cut. She stood there
with a flat iron in one hand and clippers on her hip. She always had
clients in her chair, so our chats were usually brief but she often
gives me friendly smiles and compliments. I had to walk by her station
to get to my husband’s barber. He had forgotten his wallet at home and
of course I had to make sure he had it before he left for his business
trip today.
“Brooklyn, I know you not trying to slide past me, without speaking?” she said playfully.
“Hey
July, how are you doing love?” I said, as cool as I possibly could. I
was hoping she didn’t catch me fixated on her lips. Those full, heart
shaped lips, tinted perfectly in purple. I loved her style; she always
kept up with the latest trends but somehow managed to create classic
looks, not to mention she was sick with her craft.
“I’m good. Staying busy. When are you going to come and let me get you out of that bun?” she asked smiling.
“I
know this BORING ole bun” I said, while smoothing out my nape. “I’m
going to schedule an appointment soon.” I started to fidget a little,
embarrassed that I had been wearing buns as my go to hairstyle for the
last year.
“Your
bun is your comfort; you just need someone to show you, you have other
options. I think I have a few open appointments this weekend if you want
to come in?”
For
a moment I forgot what we were conversing about, and was in a bit of a
trance. The sound of Raheem’s voice abruptly snapped me out it,
“Brooklyn! I would like to pay the man sometime today” in his normal common
manner. Before turning around quickly I replied “I will do that” to
July. Glancing at me while wrapping her client’s hair she said “I will
be looking forward to it”.
Raheem
was a provider, no doubt and he was good to me. But he was what you
would call a ‘nice asshole’, oxymoron I know but it fit his description
perfectly. We had been married 3 years and I was very in love and
blessed to have him. The only thing I was dissatisfied about was his
inability to make love to me. He was a rough lover, which I don’t mind
but there are times when a woman needs to be fucked and times she needs
to be loved. He only knew how to fuck me. I often felt like I was
performing a household chore during our sex sessions.
I
bent down to the chair he was sitting in, and gave him a kiss; he
kissed me back, and I reached in my purse to give him his wallet. When
my lips touched his, all I wished was that they were July’s lips. I
wanted those purple kisses. I wished him safe travels and I headed to
the front desk receptionist and made an appointment with July for Friday
evening.
The
Thursday evening before my hair appointment I received a text from an
unfamiliar number that read “I can’t wait to get my hands in your pretty
hair.” The message made me smile from ear to ear, and I replied “yes, I
am so ready” and stored her number in my phone. We chatted off and on
for the remainder of the night, about how I would like my hair, random
things we enjoyed doing, and music. That same night she posted a picture
online of her going to an event that sent me straight into lust mode.
The most lustful thoughts, ‘Damn she was sitting that ass out, tits
looked scrumptious, and those sexy ass tattoos on her caramel skin
turned me on. Her style was flawless and her confidence could stop
anyone in their tracks. After my thirsty ass liked her picture I knew I
had to have her.
The
next day while I was getting ready for work she facetimed me. I was
nervous about answering, usually I prefer that someone text me, to ask
me am I available for facetime, but that wasn’t the case with this call.
I answered the call.
“So,
what do I owe the pleasure?” I asked, trying to position my phone so
she could not see that I was only in my bra and panties.
“What’s up Brooklyn, I’m sorry for hitting you with no heads up”
“It’s cool. Is everything ok, with my appointment later?” I asked a little confused and excited at the same time.
“Yea,
we are good with your appointment. I meant to ask you last night, do
you smoke? Cause I wanted to smoke and cool out, a little, if you want
to join me?”
Still
trying to hold the phone so she couldn’t see I was damn near naked, I
replied “ yea, I do and that sounds cool. I’ll text you when I get to
work, because I am running late.”
“ok, no problem. See ya later.”
I really only rushed her off the phone because I didn’t want her to see me blushing.
While
at work we texted and talked all day, and I found myself shivering from
thoughts of her kissing me. She told me she had picked up some wine;
red and white because she didn’t know which I liked more, and she was
also cooking. I hadn’t thought to myself once, what was happening. I was
just going with the flow. I loved the way she spoke to me.
At
4:45 pm I got a text from her that said,”I can’t wait to make you fall
in love and get my hands in there, I want to make sure you are satisfied
and very happy”. I sat up in my chair, arched my back, and stretched my
arms until I let out a light moan. I was instantly turned on and I
started to fill the moisture building up. My new lace panties and
pantyhose were both sopped from my excitement.
My
appointment wasn’t until 7:00 pm so I had time to get home and hop in
the shower. While in the shower my mind began to wander and fantasize of
July eating my pussy in
her salon chair while I watched her devour me in the full length
mirror. I snapped out of my shower day dreaming when my music stopped. I
swiftly finished my shower, and started to get dressed. I asked myself
‘g string or nothing? Sneakers or high heels?’
After
all it had been almost five years since I’d been this attracted to a
woman. The pink g string I chose accented my full ass and cinnamon
complexion, I decided I wasn’t wearing heels or sneakers and instead
chose my thigh-high flat riding boots because I wanted to ride her face
like, it was a stallion.
It
took me no time to get the salon. It seemed like every light was green
and there was no traffic in sight. Maybe I was just in my own zone. Upon
arrival at the salon, July greeted me at the door with a hug
“Hey
lover. You smell good”. She sat me in her chair and removed my bun from
the crown of my head. I noticed a bottle of 76 Cabernet Sauvignon and
wine opener on her work station.
“We
are just going to give you a treatment, blow you out, and a good trim”.
She placed her hand in mine, and led me to the shampoo bowl.
Warm water ran over the top of my hair as her hands started to massage my scalp, I exhaled “oh…that feels so good”.
As
she leaned closer into me I could now smell her perfume and feel her
nipples rubbing my shoulder, she asked “So why did it take you almost a
year to schedule an appointment with me?”
I
replied, “I’m the biggest procrastinator. But I’m here now, so…” at
this moment the water from the sink’s spray water hose hit my smock,
causing her shirt to get wet, showing her erect nipples and imprints of
her nipple jewelry. Some water had also gotten under my smock and
trickled down, in between my breast. I responded with a muted shriek.
She
finished my sentence “That’s all that matters, right?” I had to cross
my legs to keep from giving myself up, that I wanted so badly wanted to
taste her. She felt my body’s response to the water that trickled down
my shirt
“Did I get you wet?” she asked.
I giggled “yea, a little bit…”
She
bit her lip and began to dry my hair while gesturing me back to her
chair, “I like that miss Brooklyn. Tell me what you like.”
Opening the wine, I answered “I don’t know what I like…”
She
walked over to the curio cabinet that housed the wine and martini
glasses, my eyes couldn’t stop staring at how perfect her hip and ass
ratio were, it had me in a trance.
I
sat down and she handed me the wine glasses, I poured our wine and she
begin to apply leave in conditioner to my curls “You don’t know what you
like? Well what don’t you like?”
I answered defensively “actually I do know what I like. I like to be loved, gently, I want to make love”
“Raheem doesn’t make love to you?” she asked.
I
hadn’t even thought of him, until she mentioned his name. ‘Why did she
just do that?’ I thought to myself. Maybe I blew this whole thing out of
proportion, maybe she never was interested…she interrupted my thought
“Do you like this?” she asked as she started to kiss my neck and nibble
on my ears. I whispered “yes” in her ear.
She
stopped and looked me in my eyes “I can finish your hair later; I don’t
want to do it, just to mess it up”. My body temperature was rising
quickly. I finished my wine, tied my hair in a bun; we grabbed our
things, and headed to her car. As soon as we got in the car she handed
me a rolling tray with papers and one cigar. I rolled up one doobie and
one blunt. I lit the doobie first and inhaled the first hit I took. The
next hit would be hers. I leaned over her gears and blew her a shotgun,
she sucked the smoke out of my mouth so hard that I couldn’t help but
start to kiss her. The car swerved “you about to have us in the ditch,
doing shit like that” Still smoking I pulled down my pants halfway and
starting massaging my clitoris with my fingers, while licking her neck. I
passed her the blunt, she took a puff, and exhaled “I want you so bad,
we are 5 minutes away from my place”. I quickly gathered my composure.
We pulled into her driveway. Stepping out the car, I felt my moisture
dripping down my thigh. I wiped it with the hand I had been massaging
my clit with. “Come here” she demanded, she took my hand and licked my
pointer and middle finger clean.
Once
we got into the house, we went to the kitchen and got the second bottle
of wine. Drinking in between kissing and breathing we moved to the
living room. Sitting next to her she began rubbing my pussy on the
outside of my panties. She could feel my clitoris enlarged and throbbing
because my panties were soaked. Moving my g-string to the side she
said, I am going to make love to you and teach him how to make love to
you too. I was in bliss and then I realized what she had said to me.
I abruptly stopped her “what did you just say?”
I
said “I’m going to make love to you and teach Raheem how to make love
you too.” Just as I was pulling away from her in confusion, I felt his
hands on my shoulders. It was my husband, I am thinking, “what the fuck
is going on?”
Flustered I replied “I’m sorry Raheem”
Stepping
out of the shadow “it’s ok baby, I am not here to judge, merely a
pupil. I have never seen you respond to me the way you responded when
July was touching you. I’m here for it”
Raheem
rolled up for us, which led to the conversation about their plan to
teach him how to make love to me. After our smoke session, it was not
long before July and I were back to enjoying each other again. Licking
her nipples, they looked and tasted like Rolo candies she moaned
“mmmhmmm” I slid down in between her thighs, kissing as I went deeper;
she quivered from the first stroke of my tongue on her clitoris. I
flattened my tongue and attempted to lap up every drop of her river,
which was flowing in abundance “Brooklyn…mmm…Brooklyn, right there” I
sucked her until she started to jerk and her moans turned into screams
“ahhhh mmm I’m cu-cu cuming”.
Chuckling, she motioned me to come up, “sit on my face”.
I
lifted my body and straddled my legs across her face to position my
pussy in her mouth. She grabbed my legs and pulled me into her mouth,
with immense pressure she inserted her tongue into my pussy “that feels
so fucking good” I moaned. I couldn’t help but push her face in more
which made the pressure from her tongue became more concentrated,
causing me to roll my hips more intently. Our rhythm was impeccable. My
legs began to shake and get weak, she knew I was almost ready to erupt
and didn’t want to skip a beat, so she grabbed my legs to give me some
additional support after which she let out a muffled command ”cum in my
mouth” and that’s exactly what I did. Just when I thought it was over.
She whispered, “should we show him what to do with his dick? I can get
the strap” I was in a trance I had again forgot all about my baby who at
this time was stroking his manhood on the couch. I replied, “yes”
I
followed her to the bedroom; Raheem followed behind me, still stroking
his dick. He sat down at the head of the bed; I got on the bed, facing
Raheem, on all fours and to my surprise I felt her tongue again, this
time, licking the back of my thighs, making her way up my back to my
neck. I felt her warm wet pussy on my ass She gripped my hips as she
bent me over and me propped me up. “Oh shit” I moaned as she slide into
me. With each stroke in and out, I fell deeper into ecstasy. My man
watching as I got fucked by July’s sexy ass. My response to her gentle
stroke turned him on, “damn baby, you love that shit”. Grabbing his dick
I said “I do” and filled my mouth with his manhood. I came down on his
shaft, tightened my lips as July laid me down with gentle long and deep
strokes. My breathing was heavy, while Raheem and July groaned in bliss,
almost in unison. Using my hands to assist my mouth, I looked up at
him “you ready?”
He replied, “yes I have never been more ready”.
I turned around and looked at July “thank you”.
“You’re welcome, you deserve it” July whispered.
I turned back around to my husband, and slowly eased on his dick, “now show me what you learned baby”.
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