Chapter 1

Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Squirting, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A young barber, Mark, was facing a tough decision in the early 1960s. His shop in Los Angeles was losing money and his famed skill at shaving men was no longer in demand. That all changed one day when a lovely woman entered his shop. Her request shocked him but gave birth to his new career. This erotic story evolves into a romance that will leaving you smiling and wishing you could visit his shop.

My name is Mark. I've just turned 77 and the decision to retire is a bit easier now than it would've been earlier. My eyesight and steady hands are slowly slipping away. Only now do I feel comfortable relating the story of my unique career and how it evolved.

My last clients have now moved on to someone I trained. Hopefully, all my former clients will appreciate and also forgive my relating this short account of our experiences together. I've changed everyone's names. Only if you remember the event as I describe it, would you know your part in my narrative. If you do recognize yourself and remember the event with less enthusiasm than I convey, please forgive me. As I promised, your privacy is critically important to me and I'll never compromise it.

I was a barber. Like many guys who returned from war, I had to learn new skills. There wasn't much opportunity for a sniper in Los Angeles in the 1950's.

My older brother David owned a one-man barbershop not far from Hollywood. He was an excellent barber and built a solid business. No matter if you were a regular man off the street or a major studio star, he gave everyone a great haircut. Today it'd be called a "styling" I suppose, except the styles were much shorter then.

For men in those days, a close shave was as important as a haircut. The combination of oils, heat, shaving foam, facial massage and the sharpness of a straight razor in skilled hands resulted in a shave that was much closer and lasted far longer than anything they could do at home.

David was proud of me and my military service and enjoyed relating the war stories I lived to his many customers. These stories grew both in scope and drama over the years, of course.

1956


My career began.

"Hey David, how's it going?" I asked when entering my brother's shop.

"Hey Mark. Going good, I suppose." He only glanced my way for a second before returning to his work.

There were three men sitting along the wall to the left, absorbed in conversation, waiting their turn in the chair.

"Mark! We've been hearing about you and your experiences in Korea," one of them said.

I grinned and responded, "Believe me, with David's help, the stories are improving every day."

Laughter filled the shop.

"He does have a way of making every story better," one replied.

Another asked, "Have you found a job yet?"

"Not yet. There're lots of guys looking."

David said, "Mark, I've been thinking about bringing on a trainee to help out around here. You ever think about being a barber?"

I heard a snicker from somewhere along the left wall.

"You've never indicated a willingness to take on an employee. Why now?" I asked.

"Yeah, I know. But the business is growing and I've three to five guys waiting all the time. I just don't like to hold these guys up like that."

From the left wall again, "David, you expect Mark to go from killing guys in war to using sharp instruments on them here? Uh, I don't know about that."
They laughed.

"Exactly, Steve. Do you realize the nerves, steady hand and patience this guy has? That's exactly what a skilled barber needs. Besides, you guys know as well as I do that I need to get off my feet and rest occasionally. With several of you sitting here all the time waiting for me, I can't stop at all during the day. I've been thinking for a good while about training someone. Believe me, it'd be best for all of us."

I replied, "Okay David. When do we begin? At least I can help you and make a little money."
I didn't realize the impact of that decision on my life for several years.

1961

David died. A drunk driver completely ignored a four-way stop sign and broadsided his car at high speed. Killed instantly, according to the doctor, so at least he didn't suffer. But we did.

Many of his customers and their wives came to the funeral. They all stopped to visit with David's wife Wendy and their two children. Some also came to my parents' house ... visiting, telling funny stories from his shop and how much they appreciated David. They also asked what we needed or how they could help. Their big hugs and quiet words of encouragement meant the world to us. Tragic deaths like this were all too common before seat belts; so we, unfortunately, had a lot of practice in consoling families.

I re-opened the shop for business the following week. Even though I wasn't as good at cutting hair as David, most of the regulars came anyway. My ability to give a very close shave was what really saved me, and eventually my career.

However, the Gillette Company introduction of adjustable razors in the late 1950's was the beginning of the end for barbershop shaves ... at least the kind men needed. It was only a matter of time before my limited skills at cutting hair combined with the lower demand for close shaves. The business that David built slowly died as more and more men found better barbers and no longer needed shaves from me.

Late one afternoon, as I was thinking about closing the shop early, a lady walked in with a gentleman following her. Ladies rarely came to this shop unless they were trying to raise money for some cause and wanted my contribution. This lady didn't look like she needed to raise money. She had raven hair, styled into a bouffant with flicked up ends that just touched her shoulders. She was tall, 5'8" or so, and was beautiful. Her makeup looked like it was done in one of the studios and she carried herself with confidence. I thought to myself that she had that Jackie Kennedy type of style. As she walked toward me, the rapid click of her high heels on the tile floor indicated that she was on a mission.

"Are you Mark?"

"Yes, how can I help you?"

"My name is Shelley." She offered me her hand. It was delicate, soft and strong all at the same time. This was an unusual lady ... no wimp for sure.

"I'd like to have a private conversation with you."

"Yes ma'am."

She looked straight into my eyes and had my full attention. What could a lady of her obvious sophistication need to discuss with me?

Shelley didn't introduce the man, which I thought was a little odd. Since he didn't approach or offer his hand, I soon realized that he was her bodyguard. I was intrigued. I'd seen bodyguards with major screen stars and occasionally with some of David's very wealthy customers. They were always in the background and hardly ever came into the shop.

She turned toward him. "Jim, please wait outside. It'll be just a few minutes." She turned to me as he left. Her hazel eyes were captivating.

"Mark, I've something very personal and somewhat embarrassing that I want to ask you."

"Yes?"

"My friend has been here several times and the shaves you give him are the very best I've seen. His beard doesn't grow back for a couple of days and I can't feel any stubble, which is amazing. Would you consider shaving me?"

I stared at her, totally befuddled.

"Shave your legs?"



"No. My genital area." 



That surprised me. I never saw it coming. No lady talked about shaving her genital area, at least not in the 1960's.

"Shelley, I've no experience with that. Sure, I shave guys' faces every day but for areas like you mention, I always thought you used hot wax or some other method of controlling hair growth."

"I know, Mark, but that is very painful and I thought that the shave like you do would be much better for short term purposes. I realize that I'm asking you for a personal favor that goes far beyond normal. I understand completely if you refuse. However, I can't do it myself as well as you could and I don't trust anyone else to do it. I'd like to surprise my boyfriend on his 30th birthday next week."

I hesitated for what seemed like a minute but was probably only a few seconds. "Shelley, I'm willing to try if you're sure about this." What I actually thought was that I needed the work. It had really been slow in the shop; but I also wanted to see this gorgeous woman's pussy. Looking back now, it was probably one of the easiest decisions I ever made.

She responded, "Let's try it one time and see. From what my boyfriend says, you're an expert with a razor. But Mark, I need you to promise that you'll not tell anyone that I was here. As you know, word gets around this town overnight so don't ever betray my privacy."

"Yes, I know, and you can trust me completely. When would you like to do this? More importantly, where would you like me to do it ... your home or somewhere else?"

"His birthday party is Friday evening. Sixty people are coming and the decorators will be working at the house next week. So I'd like to come here on Thursday night about 8:00 pm."

"Here?" I asked.

"Yes, maybe you can set up a table or something behind a privacy curtain."

I glanced around the shop and immediately started problem solving for how I'd do that.

"Of course, let me put some thought to this and I'll be ready for you."

I watched as she departed. She looked as marvelous from the back as from the front. Shelley was one knockout lady, even in a town full of them.

A hundred thoughts at a time raced through my mind. What the hell did I just agree to do? How do I go about it? I don't know any man who has ever tried to shave a woman's pussy. What happens if I nick her? Can I use my regular face oil on her sensitive areas? What about the foam and creams I always massage into a guy's face? How can I apply them to genital hair without massaging them in? Will she slap the shit out of me when I even try? Oh man, this was scary.

My brain worked overtime for the next few days. Although I had a number of the regular customers in, my mind was focused on the task coming up. Obviously, I needed to find a comfortable table she could lie on and a strong light source so I can see all the details of her skin. Any little bump or blemish could end up as a cut.

I also needed to do some anatomy research. Although I'd explored several of them in the dark, not even my Playboys showed a woman's genitals. I went to the library and, fortunately, found a medical book that showed the details. I then became very concerned.

With men, I push up or down on their cheeks, jaws or chin to stretch and smooth out the skin for the razor. That's the only way I know to avoid nicks and allow maximum closeness. With a woman's pussy, what do I hold? What do I stretch? How will my straight razor fit around the sensitive folds and crevices? How do I shave those tiny hairs between the outer and inner lips? This was too much to think about, especially since I suffered from hard-ons every time I thought about the details. Why did I ever agree to this?

Thursday evening came too quickly. Shelley was fifteen minutes late but I expected that. A lady like her can be as late as she wants.

She was cheerful as I opened the door. "Hi Mark, sorry I'm running a little late. I appreciate you staying a couple of hours past your closing to help me."

"Hi Shelley, no problem. I've been giving a lot of thought to this and think I'm ready when you are." I directed her to the curtained privacy area I'd created at the far end of the shop.

"Could I suggest that you slip off your dress and put on this gown? I'll lock the front door unless your associate would like to wait inside."



"You can lock it. He's waiting in the car and knows it may take a while. He's just hired security to make sure nothing happens to me. I'm not at all worried about you." She smiled.

"Good, just step into the restroom if you'd like to change. I'm just about ready to go."



"Mark, you're about to shave the most private parts of my body. Why should I bother to change in another room or wear a gown?" Her smile was enchanting and I felt like a fool. Somehow, that logic had completely escaped me.

"Of course, you're right. I'm sorry."

"I appreciate you thinking of me but we're going well beyond my normal modesty limits."

We both laughed.

She unzipped the dress, unhooked the fastener behind her neck and slipped out of it in just a few seconds. I think that once she committed to this, her mind went into a professional mode much like it would if she were going to a gynecologist. Since I'm only a simple barber, this was a major event for me.

She hung the dress on a hanger I provided and I took it to the coat rack. I was expecting to see nylons and a garter belt but she was only wearing panties. Her legs really were as tan as they looked and she had an amazing body ... as voluptuous as any I'd seen.

Her bra was exquisite. It was mostly lace, and it covered and supported very full breasts. I'm not an expert on breast size but they would certainly be more than a handful. Her cleavage was what men like me dream about. Shelley's lacy panties matched the bra. She slipped them off with little fanfare and put them in her purse. Unbelievable beauty! Her body showed no obvious fat but she was certainly not skinny. She had to be in her early to mid-30's but time had been very good to her. Everything was firm and fit.

My body was starting to react so I hurriedly asked her to climb onto the table and lie flat on her back. I didn't want Shelley to see her effect on me.

I'd purchased a very soft pad and white sheets to make the hard table as comfortable as I could. But I didn't want to use any sort of restraint like a stirrup to support her legs as that is always very uncomfortable to a woman, or so I'd heard and read. The plan was that she would open her legs to give me access as needed on each side. If she became concerned, her legs would not be restrained and she could close them quickly.

"Shelley, let me go through the process I'm planning to use and see if you have any better ideas. The first thing is that I need to turn on a lamp that is on the stand over there. It will give me the proper light I need to protect your safety and avoid any nicks. As you can see, the standard lighting in here isn't good, especially at night.

"Next, I'm going to remove the largest part of your hair with these electric clippers. I'll be very careful to not let it touch your skin. After that, I'll use a hot moist towel applied directly to your genital area to soften the remaining hair. If it is too hot for you, please let me know and I can remove it quickly. It'll be at the same temperature as the towels I use when shaving a man's face but I don't know how sensitive you are to heat. I'm going to be very careful to assure your comfort."

Shelly responded, "That sounds fine. I've used hot towels before and it shouldn't be a problem."

"The next step is what I need to discuss. Normally, with a man's shave, I'd apply some warm oil and then a shaving cream and massage it into the skin with my hands. Since this is my first time at this, what are you comfortable allowing me to do? Do you want to massage the oil and cream into the hairs or can I do it?"

"Mark, I'm laying here with my genitals fully on display to you. I know you're a professional and won't take advantage of me. Please do what you need to do and let's get going."

"Okay, so I'll apply the oil and cream and then carefully shave the area as close as possible. Please know that I'll have to gently stretch the skin around your vulva to allow the razor to remove all the hair. To do that, I'll have to touch your labia majora and possibly the labia minora to stretch the skin. But I promise to do the least amount I can and not touch your most sensitive areas more than necessary." Those medical diagrams came in handy for my vocabulary.

"Sounds good. I'll let you know if I become uncomfortable but I trust you." I noticed a slight smile on her lips.

"Good, so please lie back on the pillows while I pull the light into place."

"Mark, do you think you can also remove the hair around my anus."

I almost knocked the light over. Never once did I think about hair growing in the butt crack of a woman. Oh god, why did I agree to this?

"Of course, Shelley, I was planning to ask about that." I lied, but did it convincingly.

"Yes, I think while you're working there, just go ahead and make me as hairless as you can."

"While we're thinking ahead, would you like the hair above your mons shaped into some pattern or removed totally?"

Without missing a beat, she said, "How about trimming it to form a small neat triangle with the bottom pointing to my clitoris?" 



Again, I swallowed hard and felt my cock jump. Sophisticated women just didn't talk to men using those words in the 1960's, at least not in polite company. But this was a whole new world to me and I needed to grow into it. It was clear that Shelley had thought about this and her decisions were both quick and final. I took the trimmer normally used on men's hair, held it so that Shelley could see what I was doing, and cleaned it carefully with an anti-bacterial wash.

"I want to make sure everything that comes anywhere near you is clean and bacteria free. This is the trimmer I'll use for initial hair removal." She nodded. I turned on the trimmer and its quiet hum began the next stage in my career.

Carefully trimming all the longer hair from her pussy area took only a couple of minutes and didn't require me to touch her. I took a small new brush and swept away the cut hair. I must have touched her clit with the bristles since she jumped a bit; but she didn't say anything and I continued. 


I noticed the hair in her anal area while I worked but decided not to use that trimmer between her cheeks due to its size and shape. I also didn't think the buzzing vibrations to her ass would be appreciated. I wasn't long into my new career before I learned this wasn't an issue at all with most of my clients.

I removed the hot towel from the steamer and carefully unfolded it with tongs to cool to the proper temperature. Normally, while I waited for this to happen, I'd be telling jokes or listening to an extravagant lie about something. With Shelley, I couldn't think of anything to say. Being speechless was never a characteristic of mine before that night. She was likewise quiet with her eyes closed.

After a minute or so, the towel felt right to me and I folded it to fit between her legs. As I gently laid it across her, she reacted with heavy breathing and little "oohs." But she quickly assured me that it was fine and that the warmth felt good. I asked her to raise her bottom a bit so I could wrap the towel under her. That was needed to soften the hair in her anal area. She did that without hesitation. 



After another minute, I removed the towel and poured warm oil into my gloved hands and began rubbing it onto all the remaining hair. I used this time to examine her very carefully for any bumps, moles or imperfections that must be avoided with the razor. I explained exactly what I was doing and why. She glanced at me and smiled.

It was now obvious that she was getting aroused. Her body twitched a few times and her breathing pattern changed; but again, she never said a word so I continued.

Shelley's labia were swollen when I finished the oil rub. Her clit was also peaking out from its hood and there was a viscous clear fluid flowing from her vagina. I was very careful at this point. If she had an orgasm, the show would be over, or so I thought.

I slowly applied a shaving cream with my gloved hands to the entire area. Again, her breathing quickened, her head jerked back and her hands grabbed the pad along her sides. Did she just have one? Oh shit! To my surprise, no words were exchanged.

After a moment, I said, "Shelley, I'm going to begin the razor work. Please do the best you can to be very still and don't cough or sneeze without warning me. This razor is very sharp."
I offered her a towel to cover her eyes before I turned on the bright work light. She accepted and I gently laid a fresh cool towel over her face. I thought I saw a slight smile but maybe I was just imagining things.

I turned on the floodlight and my uncontrollable cock jumped. This was an amazing erotic sight. Her pink vagina was gaping open and it glistened with moisture.

"Shelley, I'm going to be touching you now and you'll feel me pulling and stretching your skin as I shave you. Do you need to stretch your legs or stand up for a minute?"

"Actually, I do. Where's the rest room?"

"It's just in the hallway, first door on the right." Thank heavens I'd cleaned that room top to bottom and replaced the toilet since I couldn't get the old one looking as clean as it really was. She laid the towel aside and slid off the table. As she walked away from me, my entire focus was on her butt. The firm cheeks moving from side to side as she walked held my undivided attention. That was one fine bottom.

After listening to her peeing and washing up, I was more excited than ever. This was not good, but what could I do? She returned to the table and quickly climbed up and resumed her position.

"Thanks, I needed a break. Sorry about wiping off some of the shaving foam." 


"No problem. I've plenty." For some reason, she didn't re-cover her eyes with the towel. After switching on the light, I re-applied the shaving cream and reached for the razor. Belatedly, I remembered that my strop was still on the chair outside the curtained area.

"Shelley, I need to strop the razor over at the chair. Please excuse me for a few seconds."

While touching it up, I noticed Jim outside the window staring at me. Surely he knew what I was doing.

I returned to work and said, "I think I'm ready now. Please open your legs and let me position them so I can begin."

She smiled and slowly opened her long legs. I moved between them and was surprised by the softness of the skin on her thighs. Since I'm right handed, I decided to begin on her left side, as that was the easiest place to work at that point. I eased forward and gingerly touched her labia again.

The only way I could tighten the skin and smooth the area to be shaved was to pull on her outer labia. Using my left fingers, I
stretched the left lip to the right and slowly shaved the side and valley next to her leg. As expected, the razor did a fantastic job and all I could see was bare, totally hairless skin.

This procedure put the edge of my left hand into contact with the most sensitive area around her clit. The tensioning and tugging while my little finger rubbed against her clit and the opening of her vagina seemed to create a wave of electricity within her. She was probably approaching an orgasm; maybe she was in one as her abdominal muscles were twitching and her breathing was rapid and irregular. Her eyes were closed, her nostrils were flaring and a few beads of perspiration were on her forehead. I heard only small, quiet moans but no words were exchanged.

To help her control, I backed off and started shaping the triangle she wanted. That was very easy and didn't generate additional sexual tension. She relaxed and appeared to resume her normal breathing. I also relaxed for a moment and tried to relieve the pressure in my crotch by re-positioning my cock.

"Thanks Mark. I appreciate what you just did. I needed a little break."

"Shelley, we're going to get through this together so please try to relax. I'm doing my best."

"You're doing fine. I'm very sensitive and expected this might happen. You're being the perfect professional and I appreciate it." I smiled, as did she.

"To shave the right side of your vulva, I'll need to change the angle since I'm right handed. I suggest that you lie as you are now, and bend your knees so that the bottoms of your feet are touching. Of course, I'll need to remove your shoes. Is that okay?" 



"Sure."

I lifted her foot and unbuckled the small strap holding the right shoe. Removing it revealed the most beautiful foot with perfectly manicured and polished nails I'd ever seen. This lady's body was flawless. After removing the left shoe, I quickly changed to new latex gloves. I wished I could have changed my undershorts as my pre-cum was leaking.

With her legs splayed open and her pussy accessible, I stepped up along the left side of the table. Her arm was between the table and my leg and I could feel the warmth of it on my penis. She was not rubbing me on purpose, I thought, but she definitely could feel my hardness.

I leaned over her stomach and began to pull her right labia toward the left to give me the tension needed. With every movement of my hand, I saw her viscous fluid sticking to the glove and stringing along. My breathing was now rapid and shallow. I had to concentrate hard to get through this without causing a scene.

I was so focused on not nicking her that I almost missed the other obvious signs of her arousal. Her clit was distended and her hands again gripped the sheet. Now that her feet were bare, I noticed that her toes were curled. Even more perspiration was obvious on her neck and chest. 
We needed a break.

"Shelley, let's talk for a second about how best to shave the other hairs."
She hesitated a couple of seconds and responded, "Well, I assume you mean my anal hairs. I was thinking that it might be best if I get on my knees and raise my rear so you can shave it."

Again, I felt dumb but excited. "Okay, that'll work. Let me wipe you with warm water and then we can finish."

I grabbed a fresh towel, dampened it and gently removed the remains of the oil and shaving foam. She again seemed to enjoy this soft friction on all her intimate spots. She squirmed and I noticed her eyes were dazed and focused on the ceiling.

When she turned over, tucked her knees under her stomach and raised her butt into the air in front of my face, I shot a load in my shorts. I was so stunned that I had to hold onto the table till the spasms ended. Her bottom was just perfect. Shelley's butt crack opened wide and revealed the most perfect anus I could imagine. It was tight and very neat but with several dozen fine hairs.

"That's good Shelley. Let me apply some shaving foam and it'll take just a moment to finish up."

I slowly rubbed the foaming cream into her crack, but avoided her hole. This must have tickled as she started giggling. After just a moment while the foam did its job and me staring at her anus, I picked up the razor and spread her cheeks to create tension on the very sensitive skin. Another giggle came.

"Shelley, please. Every time you laugh, your bum moves and it's making me nervous. I really don't want to get this far and cut you now." 



"Sorry. I think the menthol in the foam is causing it to tickle. I'll try to concentrate on something else while you finish."

I resumed the stretching, spreading and slowly shaving the few remaining hairs. Even though the steel blade was at room temperature, it was obviously cold to her. Every time the blade touched the sensitive folds around her puckered hole, I heard Shelley sucking air through her teeth and saw her butthole wink at me. I almost lost it again.

Using a new towel, I carefully washed off the remains of the foam and announced that we were finished. And I really meant "we" as it was hard on both of us.

She turned and sat on the edge of the table. Leaning back, Shelley reached down to her genitals and quickly felt for any stray hair or stubble.

She smiled. "Well, I must say my skin feels like that of a newborn baby. Not a single imperfection and the smoothness is amazing. Just touching myself is causing tingles," she said while sliding off the table.

Shelley walked to the coat tree. She quickly pulled her panties from her purse and slipped them over her feet and up her shapely legs. She picked up her shoes and buckled them on, then removed the dress from the hanger and slipped it down over her head. She asked me to zip her up, which I was glad to do. Shelley then reached for an envelope in her purse.

"Mark, I'm impressed that you could do such a delicate job for me. Your skills are perfect for such sensitive work. Here's an amount that I think is fair for making you go to all this trouble. I appreciate you being willing to do this and am sure my boy friend will be pleasantly surprised."

Then she shocked me by quickly leaning over and kissing the side of my face as if it was the most natural thing to do. Never had a woman of her elegance and demeanor kissed me. The warmth of her face, the scent of her perfume and the feel of her soft lips are still among my favorite memories. She looked down, obviously at the wet spot on my trousers, and said, "I'm sorry I wasn't able to control myself. Your touch, the oil and cream rub and the way you handled the razor was just too much. My friend said your hands and razor were steady as a rock and I certainly agree. Thank you."

Shelley turned and walked out. The steady clicking of high heels on the floor left a little sadness as its sound faded. I remember thinking that would be the last time this night would ever happen. What a great memory! It is now more than 50 years later and the details are as fresh in my mind as the day it happened. In the envelope was $100.00, which is as much as I'd have charged for 20 haircuts.






About a week later, the mail arrived as normal but I was cutting hair so the mailman dropped it in a pile on a chair near the door. The rest of the day went by quickly as I was unusually busy for a change. As I was locking up for the night, I glanced at the mail and decided to finally open it. Near the top, there was a small unusual envelope. It had no return address and it was in a wonderfully precise and flowing handwriting. I opened it.

"Dear Mark,

Thank you very much for your professional work last week. My boyfriend was shocked and ecstatic because of your work. It was a very fun weekend and I was much more sensitive to his touch than I ever thought possible. He has no idea that you did the work and I will never tell him.

Again, thank you. I'm sure we will meet again. S."

I later saw her being interviewed on television one evening and her name wasn't Shelley. That didn't surprise me for a second. It was just the beginning.

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