The Hair Dresser - Sex Stories

The Hair Dresser

My friend Jane used to work at a beauty school. Occasionally one or two of the students would rent rooms from her in her four bedroom apartment. One day she called and asked if I could help her newest roommate, Sarah, move in. Sarah had just caught her live-in boyfriend in bed with another woman and needed to move out immediately. I worked out avidly at the time, and a major drawback of having that body type is people ask you to all the time to help them move. I agreed to help and got the location from Jane. Putting on my work jeans and a tank top, I jumped in my car and headed their way. When I arrived, the two ladies were moving bags of clothes into the back of a truck. I walked toward them and Jane put down her bag to introduce me to Sarah. Sarah was in her mid-twenties, a few years younger than Jane. She had ravishing red hair and the whitest skin. Her eyes were puffy from crying, but she was still incredibly sexy in her cut off sweatpants and Red Sox shirt. I asked them how I could help and for the next couple of hours I moved Sarah's bags, boxes and furniture into Jane's apartment. Finally. around six in the evening we were done. They thanked me for my help and I drove off. The following day I received a text message from a number I didn't know. It was Sarah, asking if she could take me to dinner for helping her move. I agreed to meet her, hoping that dinner would lead to something else. I got to the restaurant first and sat in a booth in the corner. When Sarah arrived, ...

... she was much more primped than the day before. Her red hair was styled in curls, and she wore blood-red lipstick to match. Draped over her body was a green summer dress that highlighted her curvy breasts and hips as she walked toward the table. The dinner conversation was pretty tame. She talked about why she chose beauty school and that she had been with her ex-boyfriend for over three years. Toward the end of the conversation, she angrily murmured something about having forgotten what sex with a real man was like. Half-joking I told her that I could help her with that if she wanted. Surprisingly, she replied that she'd take me up on the offer and within minutes we paid the tab and headed to the parking lot. Driving in separate cars, I rushed to meet her again at the apartment. Jan and the other roommates were not home yet. Still, we spent very little time getting to her bedroom, which was still in shambles and boxes. We turned on some music and moved items off her bed to make a space for what was about to come. In one move she discarded her summer dress, exposing a milky white body covered only in a black g-string. Her nipples looked like brown Hersey kisses prodding out of firm, B cup breasts. Very impressive. I took off my shirt to expose my relatively clean shaven and hard-worked chest. By her smile I could tell she was also impressed with me as well. We closed in with our hands ravishingly touching each other. Her hand slid down the front of my jeans and started to run ...