Hairdresser part 3: Jeny Smith suducting a woman

Jeny Smith, the skilled hairdresser, was in for an unexpected treat today. Her usual client, a married woman named 처 октябре (Jaehee), had requested an afternoon appointment at Jeny’s home-based salon. The moment Jaehee walked through the door, Jeny could sense a different energy from her usually reserved client. Jaehee’s eyes seemed to linger a little longer, her smile a tad wider. Intrigued, Jeny welcomed her in, leading her to the salon chair.

As Jaehee settled in, Jeny began to wash her hair, the warm water cascading over Jaehee’s scalp. Jeny massaged Jaehee’s temples, the touch firm yet sensual. She could feel Jaehee tensing up slightly, a soft intake of breath betraying her budding arousal.

Emboldened, Jeny let her hands wander south, gently massaging Jaehee’s neck and shoulders. “You’re so tense today,” Jeny murmured, her voice low and husky. “Let me help you relax, Jaehee…” Her hands slid lower, tracing the outline of Jaehee’s collarbones, fingertips dipping into the neckline of her blouse.

Jaehee’s breathing hitched, skin flushing pink. She parted her lips, as if to speak, but no words came out. Jeny took this as her consent, her silent permission to continue her seduction.

Slowly, teasingly, Jeny began to undress Jaehee, starting with the buttons of her blouse. One by one, they popped open, revealing creamy skin and lacy undergarments. Jeny’s fingers traced the swell of Jaehee’s breasts, circling the hardening nipples through the fabric of her bra.

Jaehee squirmed in her seat, a quiet moan escaping her lips. Jeny leaned in closer, her breath hot against Jaehee’s ear. “Do you like this, Jaehee?” she whispered. “Do you like how I touch you?”

Jaehee could only nod, lost in a sea of sensation. Jeny smirked, taking that as another green light. She unhooked Jaehee’s bra, letting the straps slide down, exposing Jaehee’s breasts to the cool air. Jeny cupped them, squeezed them, watching as Jaehee’s nipples pebbled in response.

Pushing her advantage, Jeny shifted the salon chair, turning it away from the mirror. She wanted Jaehee to experience this blindly, to focus on touch alone. Kneeling down, Jeny began to unzip Jaehee’s skirt, peeling it off inch by agonizing inch. Jaehee lifted her hips, helping Jeny along, her panties now fully on display.

Jeny traced a finger along the damp fabric, smiling at the evidence of Jaehee’s arousal. She hooked her fingers into the sides of Jaehee’s panties, pulling them down slowly, revealing the smooth skin beneath. Jaehee was completely bare for Jeny now, vulnerable and wanting.

Knowing Jaehee was married only made this hotter, taboo in a tantalizing way. Jeny couldn’t wait to claim her, to make Jaehee hers, even if only for today.

Jeny stood up, shedding her own clothes, present for Jaehee to see. She guided Jaehee’s hands to her naked breasts, encouraging her to touch, to squeeze, to do whatever she wanted. Jaehee obliged, her touch clumsy at first but quickly finding a rhythm.

Panting, Jeny guided Jaehee’s hands lower…lower…to the apex of Jeny’s thighs. Jaehee hesitated, then dipped two fingers inside Jeny’s wetness. Jeny moaned, hips bucking forward. “Yes,” she hissed. “Touch me, Jaehee. Make me feel good.”

Ensnared in a web of lust, Jaehee began to move her fingers, thrusting in and out, curling to hit that sweet spot inside. Jeny’s arousal multiplied, her juices dripping down Jaehee’s knuckles. She was close, so close…

But Jeny wanted more. Removing Jaehee’s fingers, Jeny spun the salon chair around, revealing the mirror once again. Jaehee gasped at her reflection, seeing herself for the first time since disrobing. She was the picture of carnal desire, naked and needy, breasts heaving.

The sight spurred Jeny on, a wicked glint in her eyes. She knelt between Jaehee’s legs, pushing them apart. With a final, heated look at Jaehee’s flushed face, Jeny lowered her mouth to Jaehee’s center, licking once, twice, along the slit.

Jaehee cried out, hands flying to grip Jeny’s hair. Jeny suckled Jaehee’s clit, flicked it, teased it mercilessly. Her fingers entered Jaehee’s core, pumping in time with Jeny’s tongue.

It didn’t take long before Jaehee was on the brink, pleasure threatening to sweep her away. Jeny worked her harder, faster, bringing Jaehee over the edge. Jaehee’s climax crashed through her, her body tensing, then going boneless as the waves of orgasm powered through her.

Jeny held Jaehee through it, letting her ride out the aftershocks on her tongue and hands. When Jaehee finally stilled, Jeny pulled back, licking her lips, savoring the taste of Jaehee’s arousal.

Face flushed, hair mussed, Jaehee stared at Jeny through half-lidded eyes. “Wow,” she breathed, the word barely audible. “That was…”

“Amazing?” Jeny filled in, grinning. “Because I thought so.”

Jaehee nodded, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to Jeny’s lips. It was a chaste kiss, a thank you, but it held the promise of something more.

Something that would be revisited another day, perhaps. In another stolen moment.

But for now, Jeny would enjoy the afterglow with Jaehee, their naked bodies pressed close, heartbeats slowing in tandem.

The haircut could wait. This pleasure was more important today.