It was a hot summer day, and Sarah had decided to treat herself to a new haircut. She walked into the salon, her long brunette hair cascading down her back, and took a seat in front of the mirror.
“I want something short and easy to manage,” she told the stylist, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Something like a ponytail haircut, but closer to my head.”
The stylist nodded and got to work, snipping and chopping until Sarah’s hair was transformed into a sleek, chic bob that framed her face perfectly. Sarah ran her fingers through the short layers, smiling at her reflection.
“Thank you,” she said, getting up from the chair. “I love it.”
She made her way to the changing room, eager to try on the new dress she had bought to go with her new hairstyle. As she slipped off her clothes, she heard the door to the changing room next to hers open and close.
A moment later, a woman’s voice called out, “Hey, can you help me with this zipper? I can’t quite reach it.”
Sarah peeked through the crack in the door and saw a stunning blonde woman standing outside, her long hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. She was wearing a slinky red dress that hugged her curves and showed off her toned legs.
“Sure,” Sarah said, stepping out of her changing room. She walked over to the woman and gently pulled the zipper up, feeling a jolt of electricity as her fingers brushed against the other woman’s smooth skin.
The blonde turned to face her, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement. “Thank you,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “I’m Rachel, by the way.”
“I’m Sarah,” Sarah replied, feeling her heart race.
Without warning, Rachel leaned in and pressed her lips to Sarah’s, her tongue darting out to taste her. Sarah gasped, surprised but eager, and returned the kiss, her hands reaching up to tangle in Rachel’s ponytail.
The kiss deepened, and Sarah could feel Rachel’s hands roaming over her body, caressing her breasts and hips. She moaned, arching into the other woman, her nipples hardening beneath her fingers.
Rachel broke the kiss, her lips trailing down Sarah’s neck as she nibbled and licked at her sensitive skin. Sarah shuddered with pleasure, her hands gripping Rachel’s ponytail tighter.
“Let’s take this to your changing room,” Rachel whispered, her voice husky with desire.
Sarah nodded, leading Rachel into her changing room and closing the door behind them. Rachel pushed Sarah up against the wall, her hands working at the buttons on her shirt.
“You’re so beautiful,” Rachel murmured, her lips finding Sarah’s again.
Sarah moaned, her hands reaching down to cup Rachel’s ass, pulling her closer. She could feel Rachel’s hard cock pressing against her thigh, and she ground her hips against it, desperate for more.
Rachel broke the kiss, her lips curling into a wicked smile. “I want to taste you,” she said, sinking to her knees in front of Sarah.
She tugged Sarah’s pants down, her eyes greedy as she took in the sight of Sarah’s wet pussy. She leaned in, her tongue darting out to taste her, and Sarah cried out, her hands reaching down to tangle in Rachel’s hair.
Rachel licked and sucked at her, her fingers working their way inside Sarah’s wet folds. Sarah moaned, her hips bucking against Rachel’s mouth as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge.
With a cry, she came, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Rachel stood up, her lips glistening with Sarah’s juices.
“Fuck me,” Sarah gasped, her legs shaking.
Rachel didn’t need to be asked twice. She pushed Sarah up against the wall, her cock sliding into her wet pussy with ease. Sarah moaned, her hands reaching down to grip Rachel’s hips as she started to thrust.
Their moans filled the changing room, drowning out the sounds of the busy salon outside. Sarah’s pussy clenched around Rachel’s cock, her orgasm building again.
With a final thrust, Rachel came, filling Sarah with her warmth. Sarah moaned, her legs giving out as Rachel pulled out of her.
They stood there, panting and sweaty, for a moment before Sarah spoke.
“Wow,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Rachel smiled, her hand reaching up to brush Sarah’s short hair out of her face.
“Wow indeed,” she said, before leaning in for another kiss.
