Stealing Spree

Chapter 2447: Hair Treatment (1) *

With the sound of scissors at its snip-snip rhythm filling the room, I behaved like a well-behaved child and sat still in the chair that Yayoi-san had placed in the middle of the living room. After giving me a very comfortable hug that I wouldn’t mind getting lost in, she eventually decided that it was time to trim my hair.

Her hairstylist persona had been totally unleashed. The living room had been transformed into a makeshift salon, with a towel around my neck and a cape over my clothes to protect me from the falling hair. She started snipping away, occasionally blowing a strand of my hair out of my eyes with a gentle breath, her eyes reflecting satisfaction with her work.

”There you go. Your hair looks so much better now, Ruki-dear,” Yayoi-san said, her voice filled with pride as she examined her work in the mirror. She had moved around me, snipping and shaping, and now she stepped back to admire the result. Her fingers gently brushed the loose hairs from my forehead, her touch warm, comforting, and full of affection.

”What’s left is to do some treatment for your hair, make it shine,” Yayoi-san said with a knowing smile as she led me to the bathroom. She turned on the shower and adjusted the water temperature, making sure it was just right. She had that kind of meticulous care that was both adorable and infectious.

However, just before she started, Yayoi-san reddened, possibly remembering the memories we shared here.

”What’s wrong?” I asked, looking up at her fidgeting in place.

”N-nothing,” she stammered, her cheeks a rosy hue. She tried to avert her gaze but that just made her more adorable.

”Yayoi-san, let’s take a bath together. Again.” I suggested with a mischievous smile, remembering our past encounters in this very room. Now that we’re here, why not grab at the opportunity though? Besides... since she’s going to treat my hair, she could do it while we’re taking a bath.

”Ruki-dear, you naughty boy. I’m supposed to be treating your hair. And here I thought I could act as a proper hair stylist for you.”

”But you did, no? This is simply your man unable to hold back anymore.”

Yayoi-san sighed dramatically but the way she bit her lips gave her away.

”Fine, my Ruki-dear is a pervert, isn’t he? And I... do miss you.”

She began to undress herself, revealing her voluptuous figure that I had become so familiar with. The way her clothes fell to my lap was almost a dance, a seductive striptease that instantly had my heart racing and my blood rushing to places it hadn’t visited since our last encounter.

Once she was in her underwear, she turned to me, her eyes filled with both passion and a hint of shyness, ”You’re not going to just sit there, are you?”

”Of course not, Yayoi-san.” I stood up from the chair as I began to strip in the same seductive manner as she did, though I doubted I could match her grace.

She watched with hungry eyes as I revealed my bare chest and then down to my waist, unbuckling my belt and letting my pants fall to the floor. I stepped closer to her, and she didn’t resist as I hooked my arm around her waist.

”Ruki-dear, wait. Put our clothes in that basket over there first.” She said, pointing to the basket placed next to the washing machine outside the bathroom area. ”And our underwear... on top of the basket.”

”Then, should I take them off for you, Yayoi-san?”

Yayoi-san shyly nodded, something she seldom did because of her usually composed and mature demeanor. Her cheeks flushed redder than a ripe tomato. It was quite the sight, seeing her in such a state of bashfulness.

With expert finesse, I unhooked Yayoi-san’s bra, catching it with one hand before it could fall to the ground. Her bountiful breasts bounced free as she stepped closer, pressing herself against me. I could feel her breath against my neck as I slid her panties down. And in response, she pulled on the waistband of my boxers as we stripped each other off of our last article of clothing.

”Let me take that,” I said as I grabbed my boxers that she held in her hand before moving to the said basket, tossing the clothes we just removed with a bit of flair. The sight of our underwear on top of the basket was like a declaration of our intentions for the afternoon.

”Should I get a towel for us, Yayoi-san? Or... forget about it for later?”

”Un, let’s leave it for later, come back here now, Ruki-dear.”

Her voice had a gentle command that I couldn’t refuse. I stepped back into the bathroom and she grabbed my hand, pulling me back to her. My arm instinctively wrapped around her waist, our bodies fitting together as if we were two puzzle pieces made for one another.

”Yayoi-san, we haven’t prepared the tub yet.”

”... Just fill it up. It’ll heat up by itself. But Ruki-dear. Will you keep distracting us? We still have your hair to attend to,” Yayoi-san said, her voice a mix of playfulness and urgency.

”Well, my hair can wait... Let’s properly wash each other’s bodies. I didn’t get the chance to do so last time we were here. Besides, I want to make sure I don’t miss a single spot.”

”Naughty boy,” She chuckled, but her eyes were already filled with anticipation as we stepped underneath the showerhead.

Before turning it on, I leaned in to capture her lips, starting this moment with an intimate kiss.

Yayoi-san’s hands slid around my neck, her fingers playing with the strands of hair she had so meticulously trimmed. Our kiss grew deeper, and our bodies pressed closer until the need to breathe became too great.

”Hah~ I missed this,” As our lips momentarily separated, Yayoi-san whispered, her breath hot and sweet against my skin.

”Me too, Yayoi-san.”

Our kiss resumed and this time, I pushed her against the wall before pressing myself closer to her, trapping her between the cool tiles and my heated body.

Without any clothes separating us, my cock had been reinvigorated long before we stripped each other pressed against her stomach, leaving a wet spot from the precum that had leaked out. I couldn’t help but grind against her a bit, the feeling of her soft flesh against my erection making me want to take her right then and there.

Yayoi-san’s eyes grew hazy with desire as she felt my erection, her hands sliding down my back to grasp my ass, pulling me even closer to her. She broke the kiss with a gasp, ”Ruki-dear, you’re so eager.”

”How can I not when you’re this close to me, Yayoi-san?” I planted soft kisses along her collarbone, making her squirm further.𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Her cheeks were flushed a deep red, and she giggled, ”But your hair... We should get to that.”

”Sure. You can work on it, Yayoi-san. Let me just... kneel in front of you... so you can reach better,” I naughtily said as I got down on my knees, my face level with her sacred place.

Realizing my intentions, Yayoi-san didn’t stop me. Instead, her hands truly began their work on my hair at the same time as I leaned in closer to her wet, warm sacred place.

As I breathed into it, Yayoi-san’s lower body quivered from my warm breath. I watched her reaction intently before I decided to make my next move. I gently parted her legs wider, making sure she had enough balance, and placed my hand on her thigh, moving it upwards.

I kissed the inside of her thigh, feeling the softness of her skin and the warmth emanating from her.

In response, Yayoi-san’s grip on my hair tightened. She couldn’t find the window to reach for the shampoo so she could start treating my hair.

That’s why before digging in, I reached for it and handed it to her, ”Here, Yayoi-san. Don’t want your hair treatment to be delayed further. And while you’re doing it, don’t mind if I do this.

Upon saying that, I took the plunge and kissed her sweet, sensitive spot as my tongue glided across the warm folds of her slit. Yayoi-san’s legs quivered even more, and she let out a soft moan, dropping the shampoo bottle to the floor.

I picked it up for her again before continuing my task. Her thighs quivered even more as I took a gentle taste of her juices, making her gasp. The sound of her moan echoed through the room.

Eventually, Yayoi-san turned on the knob of the shower as the warm water cascaded over us, mixing with the sweetness of her nectar. She took the shampoo from my hand, her eyes never leaving mine as she squirted a generous amount into her palm. With a gentle yet expert touch, she began to massage my scalp, her fingertips kneading away the tension I didn’t even know was there.

Luckily, she turned the shower off before the bubbles from the shampoo flowed down my face. I continued to pleasure her, her taste getting stronger with each passing second as her love juices filled my mouth. Her moans grew louder and her legs shook from the intense pleasure as I found a rhythm that she liked.

Likewise, Yayoi-san never stopped with her task of treating my hair. Her hands worked through the soapy lather with a gentle yet firm pressure, matching the rhythm of my mouth. We were both lost in our world of passion and care. Our desire for each other grew further with every second that passed.