Tiffany walked closer to notice that he had a lot of boxes loaded in the back of his truck. The packers and movers had already shipped most of his stuff. But the boxes looked too big for one person to carry. Tiffany waved hi from across her lawn, "Hey you need help with those?" The steanger looked at the boxes. Taking a minute to think, he said "Yeah I think I do."
"By the way hi I am Tiffany"
"My name is Smith" the stranger introduced himself.
The entire task of carrying the boxes inside and setting the things up took the entire evening leaving both of them drenched in sweat. "Thank you so much for helping me out today. If it wasn't for you, I probably still would've been struggling with the boxes."
"Hey you really don't need to mention that. Just remember the favour when I need one" she said tying her hair in a bun. The moment she made the bun she realised, "Oh my god we got so busy moving the boxes I absolutely forgot about my hair appointment."
"I am really sorry" Smith started apologizing, "I probably should've done thus myself. So sorry for putting you through this."
"Hey it's perfectly fine. I can reschedule it. By the way I noticed you don't have anything to eat, what are you plans?"
"I am supposed to meet my friend tonight for dinner and I am going to make it in time because of you."
"That's great! Why don't you come over tomorrow for breakfast?"
"That's so nice of you. I would love to" he said. Waving each other goodnight they headed back home.
The next morning Tiffany heard a knock on the door. Assuming it's Smith she shouted from the kitchen, "Come in it's open!"
Smith was drawn to kitchen by the fresh aroma of eggs, bacon and coffee but what actually caught his attention was Tiffany standing with her back at Smith. She just out of shower and still in her bath robe, towel tied around her hair and bathroom slippers. She looked ravishing.
They both sat down for breakfast where they talked about what brought Smith to the town and how Tiffany has lived here all her life. They talked about how their past was and how they wish their future would be. After the breakfast Smith thanked Tiffany, "Thank you so much for the breakfast and helping me out yesterday. And I am really sorry about your hair appointment. If you don't mind, I can return the favor by giving you a haircut?"
Tiffany was taken aback for a minute, "Do you know how to cut hair?"
"Well, I won't lie. I was no hairstylist in my past life. But there is first time for everything right?"
"I have never let anyone touch my hair. But there is first time for everything I guess?" She said.
"So that's a yes?"
"It is. Let's go to my bedroom!"
Smith followed her to the bedroom.
She pulled off the towel from her hair and dropped it on the bed and shook her head to drop her bun. "So? How do you want to do it?" She inquired.
"I guess we'll need a pair of scissors and a comb" he said
Tiffany pulled a drawer in her dresser and pulled out a comb and a pair of scissors. They weren't particularly hairstyling scissors but good enough to get rhe job done.
"Where do I sit?" She asked. He asked her to sit on the floor crossed legged in front of the mirror. He himself sat behind her on the bed and started combing her. Hair he detangled her hair with dexterity and combed them well before asking, "How short do you want them?"
"Well not too short!" Tiffany exclaimed. About shoulder length. Tiffany's hair was red. And reached where her bra strap would be. Smith combed her hair for one last time and with a few quick snips he cut Tiffany's hair into a straight line just below her shoulders. Her hair plopped down on her lap and around her with each snip of the scissors. Giving a few finishing touches he showed Tiffany the final results. Tiffany asked him to make the straight like a U. A few more snips followed and Tiffany was enjoying the process. Satisfied with the length and the cut Smith started combing her hair and held it like a pony tail. He felt the tipsnof the freshly cut hair. And Tiffany could see Smith's reactions and expressions in the mirror. He gently slid out his dick which was already very hard. Tiffany was shocked to see this and she froze. Smith started brushing the hair on his dick. Looking at Smith enjoying himself and looking at his dick really turned Tiffany on as she started touching herself. Smith kept fucking her hair as Tiffany reached climax too. Smith couldn't hold it as his dick exploded and he came all over Tiffany's hair. Smith just dropped coldnon the bed as Tiffany climaxed.
When both of them recovered they realised what had happened. "I guess you'll have to give me a hair wash Mr. Hairdresser" Tiffany sighed catching her breath. They both went to the washroom and stood under the shower having steamy shower sex.
