Abby popped her head around the corner just as I sat down in my chair to eat my lunch.

“I booked you for someone in about 20. A new client. He said he has a job interview and is desperate to look professional. You were the only one with time, seeing as you’re the only one here,” she said with a laugh.

I groaned and waved her off. “Fine. At least shut the door so I can eat my lunch,” I told her.

She rolled her eyes, gave me the finger, and then she shut the damn door.

The salon where I work was once a residential house. It’s split up into sections. The largest back section that had been the kitchen now contains three stall-like stations. Each has a chair for the house stylists. Perk: each one has a door. Non-perk: the walls are paper thin. We make do. As I was the only stylist in that day, Abby was handling all the nail calls, while I was all about the hair.

I washed down the last bite of my meal with a soda just as my door opened, and Abby announced, “This is Josh. Josh wants to look more like a professional manly man than a skate rat.”

Josh grinned but nodded in agreement. “It’s true.”

“I have Mrs. C. She’s here for her manicure. So, call if you need anything. But don’t call.” Abby waved at me. I stuck my tongue out at her when my client wasn’t looking.

I couldn’t help but notice Josh was buff like a skate rat. His hair was cut asymmetrically. The style worked well with his handsome face and bright blue eyes, but not if he was trying to get a buttoned-up kind of job.

I hadn’t been out on a date in quite a while. Let alone had sex. So I was hyperaware of how good-looking he was, even though he was so much younger than me. I had a good 20 years on his 20-something age, but that kind of age difference hadn’t stopped me in the past.

“Have a seat,” I said. “I have to find a smock, and then I’ll take you back to get you washed.”

He sat in my chair and looked around my space. “Is that you?” he asked, pointing at a photo of me from long ago at a hair show. My do was short, stuck up in a mohawk; my hair was also dyed a shocking shade of pink.

“That’s me.” I laughed, rummaging in the cabinet for a vinyl cape. When I glanced in his direction, I couldn’t help but notice Josh was studying my ass.

“You haven’t changed much,” he murmured.

God, his eyes were blue. And my pussy was revving like an engine in my jeans. I could feel my cunt getting wetter by the second.

“I was about your age in that picture.”

He shrugged, unimpressed. “You look the same but for the hair.”

My hair was currently a short choppy bob in a lovely shade of turquoise. What can I say, I’m offbeat.

I smocked my new client and led him to the sink. “Let’s wash this so we can cut it. Shouldn’t take long. Do you have any ideas of what you want?”

“It’s on my phone.” He was staring at me intently as I directed him back toward the sink.

I got a pump of shampoo after wetting his head and pushed my fingers into his thick hair. My breasts aren’t small, and they were right in his face. An occupational hazard. As I lathered him up, my tits brushed his cheek and I heard him suck in some air. I had to keep from laughing.

I continued to soap him, not keeping my tits in check, letting them occasionally graze his cheek, his chin, his eyebrow. At one point, his mouth gaped open and I’m pretty sure my nipple brushed over his lips.

My pussy was gushing, and I decided right there I’d screw him if I could. What the hell, I could use a good fucking.

I sat him up, toweled his hair and held out my hand. “Now to cut.”

Once in my chair, he showed me his reference pic on his phone, and I shrugged. “That won’t take long at all.”

I ran my hands through his hair and happened to glance down. His cock was hard. I smiled, moving his hair this way and that to see what I liked. Then, taking a gamble, I slid my fingers down his body to graze his hard-on. He watched me in the mirror, his mouth open. I swear I felt his cock jerk beneath my touch.

“Is that okay?” I asked. “That I touch you?” I hoped like hell it was.

He mumbled something unintelligible but was nodding the whole time.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I replied.

“Yes,” he managed to verbalize.

Pushing aside the smock, I unzipped his pants and found no briefs. Bonus. I pushed my fingers into his fly and rubbed them along the hard length of his naked shaft. His hips shot up a few inches, seeking more of my touch.

I pulled out his dick and saw him glance at the door. I winked before reaching over to engage the hook and eye latch to guarantee us a bit of privacy.

“Not too sturdy but no one will force it open. We let each other be around here,” I whispered in an attempt to reassure him.

He nodded, and when my fingers circled his erection again, he let out a soft sigh. I had the feeling he didn’t need all that much convincing. But I didn’t want to take any chances.

I stroked his dick slowly and then squeezed him hard. I bent to take him in my mouth and heard him swallow a moan. I lapped at him and tasted the salty burst of his pre-come at the tip of his cock.

Then I straightened myself and combed out his hair. His smock was pulled up to his stomach, his bare cock standing erect through his open fly. I found the clippers and put on the guard, then I buzzed his sides down to a nice neat level.

The center of his hair would remain longer and needed the scissors. But that could wait.

First, I put my hands on the chair’s arms, hovering just above his hard cock. Then I looked up at him. “Do you want me to suck you again?”

He nodded.

“Say it, then.”

“Suck my dick.”

“Cock,” I said, winking.

“Cock,” he said on an exhale.

“My pussy was gushing, and I decided right there I’d screw him if I could.”

“Good boy.” I slid my lips down his shaft. I pressed my tongue hard against the underside of him as I descended. I gave him a good suck and another dramatic lick. I took my time, teasing him — wanting him to want it so bad he ached. I’m pretty sure it didn’t take long for him to reach that state.

Josh made a hissing sound and put his hand on my hair, gently at first. Then he pushed, while at the same time forcing his hips up so his dick surged into my throat. I fought for air, found it and pressed back against his hand. He released me, and I stood.

“Now, let me shape up the rest.”

I worked his hair into a neat but still fashionable length — all the while watching his cock standing at attention. His eyes bored into me in the mirror’s reflection.

“Touch yourself,” I said.

His hand wrapped around his hard-on, and he started to work it. Slowly.

I tried to look as cool as a cucumber, but my panties were thoroughly soaked. I put the finishing touches on his hair and made sure it was symmetrical. I touched up his neck with the clippers.

“You have a nice wave to your hair. Let’s let it air dry.”

I double-checked the door and peeled off my T-shirt and jeans.

He studied my sudden nakedness as he took off his smock. Then he stood and pushed down his jeans. Reaching out, he unhooked my bra and peeled it off, then he kissed my neck. He used his teeth on me, nipping my neck gently, and I liked that — a lot. He pushed his hand into my panties and sighed when he discovered how wet I was.

Two fingers slipped inside me, and I tilted my hips to get them deeper. His mouth remained at my throat as his thumb found my clit. He worked me that way until I hovered on the edge of coming.

I turned and put my hands on the counter, pushing my naked ass back at him.

“Fuck me,” I said. “Hurry.”

My pussy felt swollen and sensitive; I was so hot I felt like I might burst into flames.

Josh grabbed my hips and slid into me with a low grunt. The pleasure was nearly unbearable.

“Oh, yeah. Do that again,” I said.

He found a slow, easy rhythm, withdrawing just enough to make me clench in desperation, and then slamming back into me. I pushed back to take him, meeting each of his thrusts.

While he pounded me, I played my fingers over my clit. My ever-increasing wetness made my digits slick and slippery. My cunt grew tight around him, and the friction and goodness of it all stole my breath.

“Faster,” I commanded.

He dug his fingers into my hips and moved faster, stroking that beautiful cock in and out of my clutching cunt. I loved his power and his lack of inhibition. He was the perfect example of everything I found desirable about younger lovers.

“Yes, yes, yes.” I was chanting the words quietly. I didn’t want Abby to hear me.

I squeezed my pussy every time he drove in deep, desperate to climax.

I rubbed my clit harder and faster, unable and unwilling to hide my urgent need to come. Before long, I exploded with pleasure, my cunt flickering and spasming around him.

He groaned softly, then pulled free of me. He shocked me by spinning me around and dropping to his knees in front of me. He pushed three thick fingers into my cunt. I watched him do it and then watched as he pressed his mouth to my pussy. He looked up at me, keeping my gaze, fucking me with his fingers and lapping at me with his tongue. What a sweet boy!

The sensation of being so full and his tongue — so wet and eager on my clit — was overwhelming. The visual didn’t hurt either: that boy’s handsome face looking up at me as he fucked me with his fingers and ate me with an animalistic glee.

“Oh,” I uttered, shoving my hand in his damp hair. I bucked my hips, watching the muscles in his forearm flex as his tongue repeatedly played over my swollen clit. I came again, watching his glistening fingers gliding in and out of me.

He stood and positioned me to face my reflection in the mirror as he got behind me. My cheeks were flushed, my eyes glazed with lust. He slammed back into me, his balls banging my body. I pressed my hands down onto the counter and thrust my ass back, meeting him stroke for stroke.

“I’m going to come,” he said — a little too loud.

I looked at him in the mirror and put my finger to my lips. “Shh!”

That seemed to trigger something in him. He slammed into me one last time, froze and held me tight. His face was a mask of effort as he struggled to stay quiet through his orgasm.

When he finally stepped back, I gathered my clothes. “Now let’s give you a quick dry to see if everything’s as neat as I hope.”

He nodded.

I had a feeling I had a new regular.