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I went to the salon today. I like to look my best for all the great guys who come to visit my room when I’m on my web cam. Today was a bit strange. I went to the same place I usually go, it’s a small location and the staff is amazing, and inexpensive too. They really know how to pamper me.

I go in for the works usually, have my hair washed, my nails trimmed, polished, and painted, and a waxing, I hate the moment of the waxing but it’s worth it to be so clean and smooth, most of the guys love it when they see me

I always start with my waxing, hate it and just want to get it over with…

I lay back closing my eyes, but not because it hurts, but because if I see it, it seems worse. I make regular appointments so it doesn’t take too long. After a few quickly painful jerks of the wax strip I was done. I hurt a bit between my legs, but I knew that before I was done it would be great. I slipped on a clean pair of panties, and sexy little skirt.

Nails next… I love the great designs the lady does for my nails, they are so unique. Don’t know what I’ll do if she ever quits. We make some pleasant conversation, talking about our lives, and the wonderful men we have in them. She doesn’t know there are many many guys I love in my life, but it’s ok I love all my favorite guys. While she files and trims my nails I dream about the stories my members tell me, especially the nice ones, and ask the manicurist if she ever dreamed of having a guy who was so good in bed that with only a look he could make her want him. She laughed and smiled at me but didn’t answer. I took that as a yes… We enjoyed each others company for time, it was always nice to chat with her, we had become friends over the months and years I had been coming to the salon.

After my nails had been painted and dried came my favorite part… to have my hair washed… god I love when someone else is massaging my scalp and washing my hair, it is probably one of the things I will have to demand from a man if I ever get married, he will have to obey me and wash my hair for me often. But today was a surprise, the lady who usually washes my hair wasn’t there, and this very handsome, dark skinned man extended his lean neat fingers toward my wrist. He took it kissing the back of my hand and sitting me down.

I don’t know where he was from but I couldn’t understand a word he said, but his eyes spoke volumes to me. They smiled as he gently laid me back and began wetting my long dark hair with warm water. He looked into my eyes, they were so lovely and green, very exotic looking with his dark skin. I could feel my tummy tingle a bit as I started to get nervous and excited at the same time.

He dripped shampoo into his hands, lathered up and began to run his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp. My whole body began to relax, it was like he was touching my entire body, easing the unfelt stress and tension. His hands felt so good, I began to imagine them massaging other parts of my body.

I couldn’t believe how he was making me feel, he was doing more then just washing my hair, he was making love to me with his light touch, his deep green eyes, smiling down into my eyes as he continued to massage and caress and stroke through my hair. He was muttering something under his breath as he started rinsing my soap out, and I couldn’t make out what he was mumbling about.  I ask him if he would speak up, and in his halting English he said, “Lovely hair miss, it was my pleasure” He then passed me off to the stylist.

While my hair was being dried and styled, I couldn’t get those beautiful green eyes out of my mind gazing into me, making me think about him in my bed. I started to want him, wanted to feel his touch all over me. His fingertips caressing my thighs, massaging my beautiful toes and feet. To feel his full lips pressing to my hot body and tasting me as he made me ache deep inside for him.

Wanted to feel his tongue swirling round where his fingers left off, caressing, making me want him.

In moments I was done, it had been a long morning at the salon, and one I wouldn’t soon forget. I wanted to ask the hair washer to come home with me and show him how I would tease him, but I just couldn’t, I’m not that kind of girl… at least not in real life. On my webcam I can be as brazen as I want… in fact, I want you now! Come and let me show you how I would fuck you all night and cum all over you, I might be thinking about the beautiful hair washer, but you’ll be the one I’m with and I’ll love you if you help me with this fantasy and I’ll help you with yours, just tell me what it is and we can imagine and cum together