During the 1950s, men got haircuts often to keep it off the ears. The side part was most popular among high schoolers. It was tapered short at the top of the neck and over the ears with a half ear long sideburn. The top was medium with the front combed back in a wave. Next was a military short look in a buzz cut or a flat top. There were a few using heavy gel on a slick back look.

In the 70s, the big Afro was popular with black men, the Feathered Wing was popular among white men; the Mullet (short front, long back) made a few stand out.

The 90s had Curtains, Frosted tips, Spiky, Bowl, Undercut (short or shaved sides with long top). The most popular might have been the Caeser Cut worn by George Clooney on E R.

This history is offered to say, until the 90s, men went to barber shops and women went to beauty parlors mostly. With longer hair needing styled, some men, especially the ones with money, started using parlors. They got the works and the women working there cooed over them with manicures, shampoos, styling and a lot of blow drying, conversations. Often other women would come by during a style and comment on it. The services were priced separately often passing 3 times the price of a barber shop haircut. Then, tipping was expected after all that attention from more than one cosmetologist.

Fast forward to the 2020s and barber shops and beauty parlors are unrecognizable now. The parlors feature manicures and pedicures including forearm and calf massages mostly frequented by women. The 10-minute haircut in chains like Great Clips offers shampoos and styling but the huge majority of business is the same cut for a customer printed out after entering their phone number into the system. It's the fast food of hair care.

That brings me to my barber. I've used a chain store barber for at least 30 years now. I use the same one over 90 percent of the time. I'm not wealthy but my wife and I have always over tipped people in the service businesses. We've done some of those underappreciated jobs to supplement income while going to school or just to make ends meet. We know they get minimum wage and count on tips to complete a living wage.

I used the same lady for almost two years. I'd wait for her even though I could have been served by someone else much earlier. One time, I couldn't wait. She wasn't working and I was going out of state. I let someone else do me. It wasn't what I wanted and I didn't take time to retrain her. She had the ticket saying what I liked. She'd seen my lady cut my hair many times. I felt like she just didn't care. A few months later, same thing. I needed a haircut and she wasn't there. I used the next one up. She actually did exactly what I wanted. I decided to quit waiting for my girl. I'd check in online, go with whoever was next up when I was called back. I noticed my girl looking at me in someone else's chair but she didn't say anything. Again, I got what I wanted, I tipped the same as I'd been giving my girl all along. By then, everyone knew I tipped almost a hundred percent the price of my haircut. Two more visits and I got a girl (probably in her 40s, lol) who had been there over two years. She was short, round, had a few tats visible, asked if I wanted to start below my collar or finish there? I was already impressed. She had been paying attention all these biweekly visits for a long time.

I had been widowed for 10 years. I hadn't touched a woman in all that time. Truthfully, I'd been trying to learn to like men with very limited success. That wasn't on my mind as she put the apron around my neck. It covered the arms of the chair and hung down past the seat to keep hair off the clothing. As she started, she asked, "Bottom up or Top down?" with a grin.

I said, "You are in charge. Give me what makes you comfortable." Her head was about even with mine. She didn't make it any easier on herself by standing at the front end of my armrest on each side as she did the top on sides of my head. I get a shaved head look without a razor but pretty close after the clippers and electric razor all over. When she first leaned into my hand hanging over the end of the arm rest, she trapped it there so if I moved it, she might think I was groping her. She slid around to my wrist so I could move my hand but I didn't. She stepped back a little to look at my hair before moving back to the end of the arm rest and leaning against my hand again. She wasn't pinning it; she was just making solid contact. Using the back of my hand, I rubbed her stomach under her right breast. She pretended not to notice. She moved to the other side and I started rubbing right away. She found an excuse to move completely in front of the arm rest, lean in to do my eyebrows. I took the hint to rub the underside of her right breast. Even though she had clipped both eyebrows, she moved to the other side and did the eyebrows again while I rubbed her other breast. She dropped her comb in my lap and managed to push a finger into my crotch when she picked it up. Her expression and her eyes never changed as she studied her results on my eyebrows. I tipped her the usual. I waited on the parking lot beside the building for 15 minutes. I got lucky, she came out for a break. She waved; I held up my phone. She came over.

I asked, "Do you ever take on additional work on the side?"

She said, "I don't consider it work. Yes, I would like to fix you up some more."

I handed her my phone. "Please add your contact info for me. I will text you and forward my contact info. I have additional work for you if you'd do it."

She put the info in. She said, "Don't text today. Be in front of Harbor Freight at 3:15. I will drive by; you can follow me." I had 4 hours to kill. I went home, showered, shaved, took enough enemas to ensure I was clean, in case she had tools. I do like getting fucked. I fantasize about cumming from a dick in my ass.

I was in front of Harbor Freight at 3. At 3:14 she drove past me slowly, made eye contact and continued on. She lived in a double wide in an old housing area where everyone had more than an acre of lot size. I suspect that was required for the septic system they all had in this rural area.

She unlocked the door and held it for me to enter first. Inside, it was probably 76 degrees. Neither hot nor cold. She said, she wanted to shower if I didn't mind. She said I could join her if I wanted. I said, I had a 100-gallon shower earlier, thank you. I will help you if you want but I'm too old for anything else in there. I had followed her to the master bedroom while talking. She got undressed like we had been married for 20 years. She wasn't fat, she was just round. She more tats I could see now. She only took 10 minutes in the shower. She came out drying her hair. Her pubic was as clean shaven as my face. I had taken the liberty to be in my Bamboo Cool briefs and a soft T Shirt. I was sitting on the bed. She asked if I had ever oiled and snuggled for sex. I told her about my one experience which will always be the best non sex I ever had. She opened a drawer, took out a plastic tarp which we put over the bed after removing the comforter. She had a large bottle of unscented baby oil. She asked if I wanted to go first. I said, I want to oil you. She laid face up. I said, I'd like to start on the other side and probably do everything twice. "Oooh", she cooed.

She flipped over. I started at her shoulders, worked her back, arms, pits, which drew some moans. I worked quickly over her ass to her feet and slowly back up. When I got above her knees again, she spread her legs. I made short work of her hamstrings and lingered just short of her crotch while working her inner thighs. She was trying not to rush it but she failed. She turned over, said, "Touch me you son of a bitch." I did it softly. That might have been worse than not touching her at all. She was clinching her teeth and glaring at me. She grabbed my left wrist and pulled her hard into her crotch.

I let her use my hand for a few seconds and said, "This is just one side of you once. I plan to do both sides twice. I plan to get as excited as I was 50 years ago when she wouldn't let me in her after 30 minutes of oiling. She let go of my wrist, dropped her hands to her side and relaxed. I moved to her shoulders. She closed her eyes. I treated her front the same as the back with more emphasis on her small breasts with pop up nipples. I spent so much time on her stomach she started to push my hands down but stopped. I skipped her pussy. Starting at her feet, I moved up. This time she didn't spread her legs. They were already spread enough to expose her pussy. As I teased her inner thighs, she got goosebumps all over. No matter the temperature, when you are covered in oil, you get cold with the slightest movement of air. I asked, "Do you need a blanket?"

She said, "I need a fuck."

I said, "Me too. However, it's important to me for you to be satisfied, especially today."

"What's so special about today?", she demanded.

"You can never have a second, first time. I'm hurting for you too. I never know anymore how long I will stay up or how fast I will cum. I plan to see you satisfied before I even get out of my underwear."

She said, "Fuck that. I will get you up and I need you in me right now." I gave her some finger; she buked, clamped, shuttered and got her first nut. I continued to finger her and added all four. She accepted them. I kept my thumb out but let the knuckles pass the tightest part. I moved the knuckles in and out of that opening until she grabbed my hand, pulled in until my thumb prevented further penetration. She got her second nut then. She relaxed completely after I eased my hand out of her. I encouraged her to turn over but she said, "Hell no. I'm doing you now."

I laid on my stomach. She straddled my ass and oiled my back and arms. She slid down to my knees and oiled my ass. She had my legs trapped so I couldn't spread. She poured oil in the crack and shoved her hand down after it. She hurt my balls with the pressure of her wrist as she found my cock pointing toward my navel. It was hard. She said, turn over. She pushed off to one knee allowing me room to turn over. She had my dick in her before I had a chance to even think about it. She was grinding me. I reached for her. She fell onto me, rubbing her oiled body over mine. Her firm tits felt so soft on me. My dick was in heaven. Then it was cumming. I made noises I always make, even when I'm alone. I think she got another nut too. We laid still till I fell out of her. My pitiful old cock had welted to a limp 4 inches.

She rolled over, said, "Don't move." She came back with a warm, wet washcloth and a hand towel. She cleaned my cock and balls pretty well. She surprised me with the attention she was giving my ass. She nudged me to turn over. I did. She got on me and slid around with her stomach and tits on my back for several minutes. She once again straddled my knees and started massaging my ass. The oil ran down the crack. She rubbed it well. She got between my legs and spread them. I felt the unmistakable tip of a vibrator between my balls and ass hole. I raised my ass and she took the signal. She eased it into my ass about 4 inches. She played with the different settings of vibrations. She was slowly sliding it in and out while doing that.

I said, "More; bigger." She fucked me with the length of it for a few minutes. She got a bigger one and fed it to my ass. It was wrist size in diameter. She fucked me with that for several minutes, adding oil from time to time. She pulled it out and started fisting me. I'd never had that. My dick wasn't hard but it was feeling good. I reached back to confirm she was fisting me. I said, "Deeper." She was expert here by easing it very slowly in, inch by inch. Her arm was probably only a foot from knuckles to bicep. Having her arm bent stopped it when her bicep touched my ass. She stopped. I reached back to confirm. I think she went no deeper but leaned her bicep into my ass a couple of times as if she was forcing more arm inside me. I felt the warm, thick cum ooze out of my soft dick. "Yes." I breathed. She slowly removed her arm and fist from my ass. She laid on me. She had somehow pulled a big soft blanket over us. We slowly began to get warmer and warmer. When I woke up, she was dressed.

"Time to get up old man." she said.

I rolled over. I said, "I'll take the blanket to the dry cleaners for you."

She said, "I usually just throw them away. They are cheap. Maybe a little more than the drycleaners but not much. I chuckled. Got it.

I showered, got dressed, tossed a Franklin on the nightstand by the bed. She looked at it, shook her head and said, "Not necessary."

I said, "Please. It is for me. I'm not calling you a whore. I'm tipping for a service worth more than one of those to me."

She nodded with a smile. "Would you like to come back?" she asked.

I said, "I need at least four days to get over this. If you will entertain me a couple of times a month, I'd be most grateful."

She said, "Sounds like you want to fuck as often as you get a haircut."

I had to agree. She said, "I will send you a text every two weeks saying, OFF tomorrow."

You reply, "Glad to hear it, if you are available."

"I will respond with something innocuous, but it will have a number in it. That number will be the time of your arrival."

I looked puzzled at the cloak and dagger stuff. She said, "I work with sneaky, backstabbing people. They find ways to nose into my business. I don't take it personally cause they nose into others as well. I'm protecting myself and maybe you with this. I do not have a boyfriend or a girlfriend close enough for this right now. Who knows what tomorrow will bring?"

"You are way too smart to be working as hard as you are. If I was 40 years younger, I'd take care of you full time."

She laughed, "Maybe you could come every week then." nodding at the $100. "You gave me what I needed and then you cumming while I fisted you made me jealous. It doesn't happen every time for me, but I too like to climax with a dick in my ass. Just so you know, I always swallow when a man lets me blow him."