Something for the weekend, Sir?
written by:
Nicole

Something for the weekend, sir?

This curious phrase dates probably from the 50's , maybe even WW2. In these days condoms were available at your local barber. I suppose it was an all male environment, and not as embarrassing as buying them from a woman at the drug store.

The customer would have his hair cut and the barber would ask him "Something for the weekend ,sir?" meaning did he want any condms. Now who is going to say NO? A certain sale. Some chaps probably had cupboards full of them at home.

I get mine on line, by the way. Lots of shapes and sizes and colours and flavours, and contours always in stock.

ANYWAY, on to the story. When I first came to London I was 23 or so, and I had trained as a hairdresser. When I say trained , two people had shown me how to cut hair, both fashion and barber style, for about 10 hours total, and I had a diploma done on a friend's computer that looked legit to the naked eye.

Talking of naked, I'd worked largely as a model and dancer, but there wasn't the work in London, well it wasn't paid right, at the time, so I thought I'd cut hair till I found something more interesting. Like a "high class escort" , as it happens.

A thousand pounds a fuck. Price still applies boys, girls, if you should want me.

Anyway, I worked at an Italian barbers ,Tony's, he hired me because I speak Italian and because I have big tits. After a year I had increased his custom by double.

Even more on a cleavage day.

This story concerns my favourite customer, a World War 2 veteran, Walter who was in his mid 70s. Every month he would come in, on his way to see "the old duffers" as he called them, because he'd been a boy soldier, and most of them were five or more years older than he. They had some sort of dinner once a month, those who were local, and alive, from his unit. He was a very funny, confident old guy. I find a lot of them are a bag of nerves, because of what they went through for us, probably. The group had recently discovered balti (type of curry), and he said one of the officers had a colostomy bag and it was only time he was glad that he had it.

Walter's wife had passed away in the 1960s and he had never remarried. He said it would have been disloyal. In some ways I wish people still had those sentiments today. But I don't think I'd be very good at that, personally, because I am a tart.

So I used to give him a haircut and a little trim round the ears and eyebrows and turn him out looking very smart in his red Paras tie, and his blazer. He used to come in, by arrangement, after closing time, on his way directly to the dinner, so we were always alone.

We used to talk a lot and he enjoyed our conversations, I was his only female friend it seemed, apart from a nosy neighbour of his called Doris, who he thought was either after his money, or his fresh vegetables.

It must have been a year before I asked him if he never missed the physical side of marriage, even if his regimental dinners and his allotment (it's a garden or vegetable patch somewhere away from your house) kept him happy in other ways.

After some time he admitted he had bought girlie magazines and tried to masturbate to them.

" But they're all so young, and it's so graphic, and they're all you know shaved and everything, I don't like it, you know, I like a bit of mystery"

"Oh it's just a fashion, really the shaving" I explained "lots of real girls are like that now, not just nude models, you know"

Walter was not a dirty old man, at all, he was a real gentleman, and he never, ever inititiated any rude conversations.

No, It was always me.

In conversation he said he had a VCR, and not a DVD. I had a few Videotapes though I didn't want to shock him too much by giving him a movie I was in! I found him a nice romantic soft porn one, and in a large brown envelope a tasteful and beautifully lit 10x8 Black and White of me, nude. It wasn't graphic. Legs together, just a suggestion of pubes, the very very top 10mm of my vulva if you had very VERY good eyesight, and one exposed rather gorgeous even-though-I-Do-say-so-myself (32DD) breast, the other one was lovingly cradled in my hand though strictly speaking I need both hands to hold one breast .

If you're interested the photographer was a wannabee arty photographer who rather than get a dayjob, made money by doing ad work, weddings, and some porn. Quite the all rounder you might say. This was back in Luxembourg. The usual drill was to start off arty nude or lingerie, and then we'd get basically rder and rder, and quite often in return for a few hand prints for my portfolio, I'd give him a hand job or a blow job, or fuck him sometimes. He was about 15 years older than me, but quite well endowed and horny.

I was dead nervous about showing Walter my picture , I have to say.

I gave him the videotape in a bag but I couldn't resist showing him the photo.

"Do you like.... her?" I asked breathlessly

99% of men would have looked at my tits first but not Walter - straight to my eyes

"It's you" he said, amazed

"Yes, I did a bit of modelling in Europe and the States" I said "Do you like it?"

"It's beautiful" he said and handed it me back

"No, you keep it" I said "enjoy it"

"Fabulous" he breathed, and looked at it again.

I could tell from his body language he was getting an erection.

"you're not... all shaved then?" he ventured

"Um.......... I wasn't then, butttt..... I am now" I laughed

"I didn't mean to pry" he said, laughing too

"Oh don't worry.. EVERYbody knows" I said

He didn't know quite what to say to that, so he didn't.

"Babysmooth everywhere except on my head, and some of that's extensions" I said

The next time he came in, he'd watched the video and, he said, framed the picture and it was in his bedroom. He seemed embarrassed to tell me this.

"Do you look at it last thing at night?" I teased?

"Well.... yes, somtimes. You must be appalled, I'm sorry"

"I'm not, don't be silly, I said enjoy it, and that IS what I meant, actually. That's why I gave it you, so you could have a wank with me" I reassured him

We went on to easier subjects and I cut his hair and did his usual grooming

As it was coming time for him to leave, I looked out of the room we were in towards the shopfront. I had remembered to draw the blinds.

"Did you want to see the real thing?" I grinned

"What? You mean Here?" he looked shocked !

"Down boy, only boobs though. What do you think? Would you like to see me in the flesh?"

"Oh, Nicole... Nicole"

He was obvously getting hard, almost painfully so, which I took as a 'yes'

I had a black crossover top on, there was quite a bit of cleavage on display, anyway. I undid a tie, then the other one

I had a bra on underneath, one of the ones that makes my titties look smaller, actually.

I took the wrapround off

My black bra kept the volume under control

"Shall I take this off?" I teased

He just sat open mouthed

I undid the clasp at the back and held the bra in place, and took my time taking it away

Walter was transfixed

"Oh my lord, that's the most beautiful sight I've ever seen" he groaned

Out of the bra, they loooked massive.

"Do you want a little feel?" I giggled

"No, no I can't , my old horny garden hardened hands and your young..... soft.... flesh it would be horrible for you"

"Hey, walt, I'm offering. Hold them!"

His shaking hands came from by his sides and cupped them oh so gently

"Oh my" he sobbed, almost "they're so .... firm"

"You can suck them If you want" I offered

"Really?" his tremblng wet lips tentatively surrounded an already fully erect nipple, and we both gasped

His breathing was getting a bit ragged, I started to worry in the back of my mind that I'd give him a heart attack

I gently withdrew the nipple, making a great show of playing with it myself.

"That's going to give me an orgasm if you do that too much" I said "do you need an orgasm?" I grinned

I took the black protective apron off of him, and his erection was plainly visible in his pristine cavalry twill. I suspected they might not stay pristine for long.

"What? How? Did you want to go out of the room? Could I have a tissue?"

"Not what I had in mind. If you want to you just wank yourself off, while I watch and help a little bit, or....... I will take your cock in my mouth, and you can do it there?"

"Er... I ..... I didn't think people actually did that? I thought it was just prostitutes and.... in the film you gave me, films like that!"

"Now don't be niaive, Walter, darling. I don't know about everybody else, but I do it, and most of my friends do it. I can't think of anyone that categorically won't. Some swallow it, and some don't , that's a matter of choice, and heh heh negotiation"

I knelt down between his legs, and boldly stroked the bulge

He was getting rather red in the face

"Do you want to get him out for me? Make yourself comfortable?"

His trembling hands (he was normally steady as a rock, by the way) opened his belt, and fly. I helped him down with his trousers. He seemed taken aback by my insistence, and my assistance. It was like in his mind a woman had to be persuaded to "let" the man do this and that, and that she had no desires of her own.

His boxers were crisp and clean and well filled with penis.

Walter had once probably been over six feet tall, but was just a little stooped now, a little shorter, though evidently in excellent health.

"Walter, you are very hrd , aren't you?" I grinned , resting my chin on the bulge as I smiled up at him.

After a bit of wriggling and some acute embarrasment from Walter, the member was released !

It was a good seven inches, and phenomenally hrd, I have to say. A splendid erection , and would have been, even for someone decades younger.

His hands gripped the arms of the seat like he was at the dentist. He could not quite believe what was about to happen to him.

I licked my lips, smiled a big smile, and took him in my mouth. He moaned and shifted under me.

I paused every minute or so to talk to him

"Stroke my hair if you want, but don't push my head" I said "you can grab my tits if you can reach"

He had rather long arms, and he could

I stopped the sucking again, to gather his cock in between my tits and to engulf it there, with my probing tongue lubricating the knob

"Shall we take it nice and slow?" I asked , and released his cock from my tits. It had gotten even bigger.

I stood with my back to the sink

"I'm going to have to come, myself" I explained , and unclipped my little black skirt, so I only had my black g string on.

Walter's eyes were popping out of his head, as I swiftly stepped out of my g string, leaving me totally naked apart from my (very) high heels, and I leant back against the sink. Hairdressers sinks have a contour, where the customer's neck goes, for hairwashing. The up or out bit of the contour managed to embed itself right in my asshole! It was cool and rather pleasant so I left it there, with this bit of porcelain twanging my ring.

I made a great show of wanking myself off just a couple of feet away from him, pounding my cltty, grabbing my tits, but within three to four minutes I was coming for real. Walter was rather shamefacedly stroking himself as he watched me.

"I'm coming" I groaned and I was, my hips bucking against the cold sink. The cool porcelain, where it was lodged was stretching my anus, helping me come.

"Are you putting this on?" he asked , amazed

I showed him my sopping wet fingers

He was still sceptical

"Come on, did you not wet them in the sink?" he said

I stepped forward and placed the wet fingers in his mouth, which happened to be open, in amazement.

He tasted, and although it may have been a while, since he'd last tasted a wmn, but he then believed me !

I lcked my own fingers then, and dropped to my knees once more.

"Let's finish YOU off, Walter, darling" I said and again took the head into my mth, drooling up at him with my big blue eyes

"Oh my dear , my dear" he breathed "I don't suppose there would be the slightest chance.... that you would make an old man very happy... well.....even happier?"

"Did you want to mke love to me?" I asked rather innocently !

"Oh my dear" he gushed, and he was about to gush as well, when I gripped his base to stop him

"Yes, of course you can" I smiled "but not here, not now. I'm not doing it on the floor where I work! we would be far more comfortable at my flat, two block from here, but you have your dinner to go to tonight, so let's make it tomorrow, you meet me outside here. I finish at 6, make it 6.30. Now do you want to save your strength for tomorrow, or do you want to cme now?"

"I'd better save it" he laughed

I tucked him away, he was still phenomenally hrd

"As If" I laughed "that will be straight back in yoru hand as soon as you get home from your curry. My advice is, let all that tension out, now, into my waiting mth!" I grinned "and I do swallow, no worries"

There is a big three foot clock on the wall behind him, and it has a second hand.

I wasn't timing him honest, but I was just kind of aware of the hand going round.

90 seconds

I've had men last less long

I've had some ejaculate before they even go in my mouth

Walter gave me his all, bless him, a body popping, toe curling, spine curving, moaning groaning cataclysm of an orgasm, all in my hot little mouth.

I gobbled and swallowed and licked and sucked , all very theatrically, you know. Lots of eye contact.

"Yum yum" I said and popped him out out with a big smack of the lips, then I licked all the surplus sperm round my lips for him to see

He looked like he was about to faint

"Oh, my my , Walter " I teased, "there was a lot on your mind wasn't there?"

We tidied him up and he went on his way. I dressed and left.

The next day passed and I could see a smart figure outside the front of the shop,well early and seeeming to be holding a lot of flowers.

Sure enough it was Walter, shifting from foot to foot, and grinning.

"Walter you shouldn't have "

It transpired he'd grown the bloom himself, and arranged them beautifully.

He had wine also, Le Piat D'Or.

We walked arm in arm to my flat, chatting. People would have thought he was my grandad. Great grandad, even.

When we go there, I could feel the tension.

"Let's not get all nervous, we both just want to enjoy ourselves, yes?"

"Er yes" he agreed

"I just hope I can be .... man enough for you"

"You can, you are" I said "and if you should struggle, I have er..... wiles, and indeed potions for every eventuality"

"Oh, okay" he said , uncertainly

We had some cold wine from my fridge, and left his to chill

I showed him my modelling portfolio, and then the XXX one.

He was a bit taken aback at the size of the vibrator up my bottom. It did admit that it probably would have given me a hernia if they'd have switched it on. I vividly recalled the half jar of vaseline and the shoe horn.

Anyway, I took him into the bedroom and sat him down.

I did a long slow striptease for him, down to naked, with plenty of bending over and masturbation

He was wheezing rather. It sounded like he had a harmonica lodged in his throat

Finally I undressed him and got him onto the bed

I asked what psoition he favoured, he laughed that he only knew one, the MISH !

I said after watching the film he must know more , he said all the others were obviously only for the camera

I fitted a condom over his slightly unsure erection, and coaxed him into getting on top of me

I usually get my legs way up and out of the way, but I figured my traditional Walter would prefer a standard spread leg approach, so I lay there like a good girl, while he grasped his cock and tried to get it a bit harder in his hand.

"It's ok" I cooed "just push in, you will get harder inside"

Once he was in my muscles went to work on him, squeezing , gripping. He was soon as stiff as a ramrod.

"Oh" he said "I'm sorry... I think...."

"If you want to come, just COME" I reassured him "I can wait, or I can look after mySELF"

"Oh dear"

"It's okay, baby, just keep pushing"

"Oh my"

"Come on baby, give it to me"

His hip movements became more vigorous but erratic

"Oh! OH! I'm sorry"

"It's okay, just let it go! I'm fine " and before long he slumped as he spent his load into the condom

He couldn't stop kissing me

"What about you?" he asked me "you can't have got much out of...... this"

"Oh you'd be surprised" I giggled "and anyway you were lovely, very sensitive"

I wasn't lying, he had been very concerned with my pleasure.

As he withdrew and went to dispose of the condom, I noticed by the way, quite some 'output' in the teat as he knotted it up.

He cams back to find me , on the bed, lges speard, gently masturbating. His eyes nearly popped out of his head, though he'd seen me do it the day before ! I do masturbate A LOT and I am very expert, thank you.

"You can watch me if you want, you're very welcome" I cooed

He did want to

Most people do, I find

He was only about six to nine inches from me, I didn't know if he was shortsighted or something. From there he should have been able to see every (empty) hair follicle, and every little dribble of juice. There was a lot to see because I was phenomenally wet when he first entered me.

"My god that's a beautiful sight" he said "you're very unihibited"

"I am" I admitted "I've had a lot of practice!"

We laughed

He never delved, I don't know If I would have told him I'd been, well, a prostitute.

A few minutes later I warned him I was coming and I did, with a gush and a spasm, and some genuine moaning.

I licked my fnigers and offered some to him, he took me up on it.

I asked him if he had ever ..been. ..down there

He said not

I offered him a lesson

The master class was given

I know both sides, you see, I eat pussy as well as get eaten.

I am qualified to instruct.

And Instruct I did

There was none of this "I'm already an expert" nonsense you get with the youngsters

He learnt, and learnt quickly, how to suck, lick, lap, finger

He gave me another beautiful orgasm, and in the process got rather hard again, the randy old goat.

I told him firmly I was now in charge and lay him down, and fitted another condom. I threw a leg over and quite casually mounted him

He seemed quite impressed

Lots of eye contact, lots of grinding , lots of playing with my own bearsts! I placed his big hands on them, to feel their considerable weight and the fabulous hardness of the nipples! He was absolutely in raptures over them. You can have a look at them if you like, see link on my profile. Print them out and see how much sprem you can get onto them.

This time, Walter, although he got rather out of breath, lasted a very healthy half hour. I think he only cmae then because of my "trailer" for our next meeting when I said I was going to teach him how to take me from behnid and then up the btotom. Although he had said he wasn't keen on the idea, it certainly lit the blue touch paper when I er .. brought it up.

So, that was the first time Walter fucked me. Or I fucked him.

The next time I did introduce him to my bottom, and he DID like it up there, after all, despite his reservations. He told me so.

You would probably like it up my bottom as well. Nice soft buttocks, but a very tight little arse. Nice contrast.

We met for sex every two weeks for about a year, then one evening he said he'd something to tell me. He was seeing a woman, and not only that but she was nearly 20 years younger than him, merely in her 50's.

We stopped having sex at that point, but he always reported in on his haircut days. They had dated for 8 - 10 weeks or something, before "anything happened". She was apparently reticent because she thought he'd be incapable or at best a fuddy duddy.

Well how wrong was she. Not only did he go down on her but after a few sessions he was introducing her to anal - and she loved it! And all trained by me. I should run courses!

They moved together to the seaside, and I always get a Christmas card off them.

A lovely man and a lovely success story.

Nicole xxxxxxxx