As you start trimming my hair, I am admiring you in the large mirror that hangs in front of me. That sharks tooth is drawing my eyes constantly to your tits – I can see by the profile pattern through your top that you have a nice lacy bra on under it. As you move round in front of me I get a close up view - can't take my eyes off them!
You move back so that you are three quarters behind me – I can feel your thigh against my shoulder as you pull a handful of hair back to cut it. With the cutting movement there is a very slight sway to your hips, and I find the rubbing very sensual – I am starting to react. Why must I have this schoolboy reaction? Not that I'm complaining of course, but shouldn't it have become more sedate and controlled as I've got older?
I push my elbow very slightly backwards into your thigh, expecting you to draw away. It is only the tiniest of movements, really just applying a little pressure, a test, rather than a visible motion. Instead of the withdrawal, I am surprised to feel your legs part slightly, and a gentle increase in pressure applied back! You finish cutting that part of my hair and move to take up a similar position on my other side, where I again apply my elbow – this time a little more positively, and with delight I find the same response from you. As you move behind me, I drop my arm out from under the cape and find your leg with my hand, sliding up until I reach the top of your leg. When my fingers probe the area around your crotch, I am watching you in the mirror, and our eyes meet as I find your pussy for the first time. There is no resistance from you – I feel a slight downward action against my fingers, and your eyes widen slightly as I stroke your pussy, pushing against it through your pants.
