very erotic situation last week at the hairdresser. The young woman who usually takes care of me is on vacation and it is a young man, in his early twenties, who takes care of me. I know him a little from having crossed paths with him sometimes during my visits to the hairdresser's. I discover his very pleasant way of working, his fingers in my hair are soft and caressing, it is very relaxing, he handles the scissors with finesse, I have delicious shivers in my head and I let myself go. I also make the remark to him, telling him that I relax wonderfully and that I will perhaps not speak to him much, it is so pleasant. He smiles at me in the mirror, inviting me to enjoy the present moment as much as possible, he completely understands my desire to let myself go. At times his fingers brush against the back of my neck and I realize that it has a particularly pleasant, almost sensual effect on me, and I feel my penis harden gently, by simple natural reaction to this unexpected pleasure. I can't correct anything with my hands, of course; it would attract attention. I assume it shouldn't be too noticeable, since my penis remains safely tucked into the pocket of my little thong. I discreetly glance towards my crotch, which the little protective vest they give us doesn't cover. I realize that the shape of my cock is slightly visible through the fabric of my pants. I do nothing, I can't do anything, the passage of my fingers on the back of my neck and in my hair continues and I feel my penis, which remains resolutely aroused. The young hairdresser moves to the side and his hips lightly brush against my shoulder and arm. I think I feel a more pronounced shape brushing against me, I look in the mirror, his fly is indeed showing a bulge... it's obvious that it's the volume of his cock, but is it flaccid (in which case he must have a splendid one) or erect? The sensation and what I see in the mirror obviously excite me. I imperceptibly let my right shoulder move against this mysterious bulge, which allows me to feel more and more clearly that what is in the pants is not soft. I love this game and this uncertainty. I think he is bi, he is very thin, but in fact I don't know. Did he feel that my shoulder is pressing a little more heavily against his penis? He didn't move back in any case. My penis is now very hard and I feel that the head is no longer in the thong. I discreetly glance towards my left thigh and I see the full shape of my penis and the edge of the head discreetly marked in the soft fabric of my pants.I meet his gaze in the mirror, he smiles at me. He's apparently noticed my excitement! I smile back and ostentatiously rest my shoulder on the bulge of his penis. I feel him leaning back, without restraint. My glans is huge and it's clearly visible. I love it, no one sees us and can guess what's happening. I have no idea how this will or can develop. My sex is on fire, so is he, I think it's just amazing and I let myself go. He finishes doing my hair without practically moving his hard penis from my arms or shoulders. I get up to pay, making sure to hide the deformation my erection is inflicting on my pants under the flaps of my jacket. He gives me a half-angel, half-demon smile as he holds the door for me. I leave the salon in a state of extreme excitement. I have to collect myself because I still have a busy morning. Around noon, while checking my phone, I see that I have a text message, which I open... it's the young hairdresser who obviously found my phone in the salon's database. He asks me if I'm free for the lunch break. Without thinking, I answer yes. He reacts immediately and asks me where we can meet. I give him my address and the door codes. I quickly go home, the salon isn't far from my apartment and he'll probably arrive very soon. In ...

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