My Hot Hairdresser
Ξ February 6th, 2009 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Chat |
I had an appointment to get my hair done today. I have to make a whole diary entry about it… LOL Basically my hairdresser is smoking hot!
I got there and when I saw her I just couldn’t articulate anything intelligent so I just smiled and followed her. She is always hot but it takes me by surprise every time. She is not a thin girl, nor is she huge. She thinks she needs to loose 30 pounds but don’t we all. She was wearing tight black leggings and a black sweater with high heel black boots, a grey belt and necklace. She had her hair died blonde again and had it in a ponytail. I totally felt like I was a young horny guy going to get his hair cut by his hot hairdresser, and wishing her boobs would rub on his face when she washed his hair in the sink… Unfortunately she had to have my hair rinsed by someone else.
I wanted to stay there for days just to keep staring at her and her big boobs. I kept wanting to hit on her or at least tell her how smoking hot she is but I couldn’t find something intelligent to stay that wouldn’t sound like I was a drunk guy in a stripping bar… Christ! Now I understand how a guy would want to spend all his money on a stripper or for a porn site (like mine ironically) just so he can keep looking at that girl he is so hot for… If I was rich I would go get my hair done every day by her. Total uncontrolable lust…
Back home I told Celt all about her while giving him a blow job 