You know that feeling when you walk into a place you haven’t been to in years, but your body remembers everything? The smell of hairspray, the snip of scissors, and that one, fucking hot woman who’s been haunting your wet dreams since you were a teenager.
Sari. My hairdresser. And my dad’s coworker’s ex-wife.
When I was a scrawny twenty-year-old punk, Sari was a panther in her forties whose yoga pants and tight tops made the blood drain from my brain every time I sat in that chair. We became good friends after her divorce. We’d shoot the shit, and I’d try to flirt a little every time. She’d always laugh and nudge me in the ribs like I was some fucking little boy. And I guess I was.
Then I moved away. Years went by.
Now I’m forty, in the middle of my own divorce, and back in my hometown licking my wounds. I was on an evening walk when I realized I was standing in front of her old hair salon. The lights were still on. The door was open.
“What the fuck, I have to go say hi,” I thought and stepped inside.
Sari’s eyes went wide as saucers when she saw me. She was just finishing up some old lady’s fluffy curls. I walked straight up to her and pulled her into a tight hug. “You’ve become a big boy,” she whispered in my ear. I grinned and slid my hand down her back, giving her hip a little squeeze. “I’m not the only one who’s grown.” She slapped me on the chest and laughed, but I felt her body electrify.
Once the old lady was seen out, I expected Sari to say her goodbyes. Instead, I heard the sound I’d been waiting twenty years for: the click of the door lock.
The game was on.
“Come see what new stuff I’ve gotten,” she said, nodding towards the backroom.
I followed her like a dog. The backroom wasn’t a storage space anymore, but a dimly lit room with a massage table and a fuck-ton of atmosphere. She started explaining something about a new employee and massage licenses, but I didn’t hear a word. I just stared at the way her hips swayed as she talked.
When she finished, she turned and opened her arms for another hug. I pulled her against me, and she pressed her head against my chest and sighed deeply. I slid my thigh between her legs and started grinding lightly.
She looked up, and we kissed.
Not some fucking movie kiss, but a raw, hungry claiming. Twenty years of waiting erupted in that one moment. Her hands were tearing at my shirt, and my fingers were already at the waistband of her yoga pants.
We stumbled backward, and I hit the massage table. Sari didn’t hesitate for a second. She dropped to her knees, ripping my shorts and boxers down in one smooth motion.
My cock sprang out, fully hard.
Sari let out a low laugh. “Jesus fucking Christ… If I had known you’d been hiding a hose like that all these years…”
Her mouth cut off the rest of the sentence, closing around my cock. She was a pro. Her tongue swirled, the suction was perfect. I leaned against the table and gripped the edges as she took me so deep my vision blurred.
She glanced up for a moment, cheeks flushed and eyes glistening. “I haven’t had a real cock in my mouth in years,” she panted.
I grinned. “Well, don’t stop then.”
I grabbed her by the hair, not too gently, and pushed her head back down. But I couldn’t wait. I lifted her up, turned her around, and pressed her hands against the massage table. I tore her pants down and buried my face in her wet, hot pussy.
She screamed. She was ready, so fucking ready. I’d barely licked her for a moment before her legs started to shake and she came so hard the whole table rocked.
I didn’t let her rest. I kicked her legs wider apart and thrust inside her in one fluid motion. That feeling… that tightness, that heat. I had waited so long for this.
I fucked her like a madman. The rhythm was raw, fast, relentless. I gave her everything I had been holding back for twenty years. She screamed and moaned beneath me until I felt her body tense up again. She was coming again. I sped up, grabbed her hips, and pounded her over the edge.
When she’d come for the second time, I flipped her onto her back on the table, spread her legs, and dived back in. Now it was my turn. “Come inside, baby,” she whispered. “Give it all to me.”
That was it. I exploded. I shot my load inside her again and again until I was completely empty. I lay on top of her, sweat pouring from both of us, the only sound in the room our heavy breathing.
After a moment of silence, she turned, looked me in the eyes, and gave me a dirty smile.
“So… are you planning on sleeping on your dad’s old couch, or are you coming to bed with me?”
