Ten to Nine Forever
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2021 by Mat Twassel
Flash Sex Story: A brief, illustrated story of an emergency haircutting appointment.
Caution: This Flash Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual .
I was fifteen minutes early for the appointment, as was my habit. She answered the door wearing nothing but jeans. She was as beautiful as advertised.
“You are so punctual,” she said. Her mouth made an ‘mmm.’ “Is punctual the right word? My English is not always so good.”
“I don’t know Swedish, but we could speak French or German,” I said.
“No, I like the English.”
“And I’m sure the English like you,” I teased. At first she didn’t get the joke. Then she smiled. A hugely beguiling smile. Then she said, “I guess I should undress all the way.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Aren’t you here to cut my hair?” She looked at my backpack, which I’d set on the floor.
“Your hair, yes,” I said.
“But how can you...” Her hands went to her hair. “Misunderstanding, maybe,” she said. “The swim shoot shoot. Um, swim suit suit. Um, hard to say in English. Swim. Suit. Shoot. There.” She smiled again, a touch of nervousness showing. “The director knowed of someone. Short notice, he said. Housecalls.”
“Oh,” I said, understanding. “Sure.”
“I want to be all bare, if that’s okay.”
“No problem,” I said.
She pushed down her jeans. Her blond bush was full, a downy nest. “Nice,” I said.
“I don’t cut for...” She shrugged.
“A long time?” I supplied.
She nodded.
“Speaking of time,” I said, “Your clock seems to be stuck. At midnight. Or noon.”
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