Never felt this way before.

He had a way about him, so mild, and quiet. Always so polite.
He had been to my shop a few times now. My only client who gets a regular shave. He leaves the mustache though, and it really suits him. A mature look for a young man. Small talk, and nice weather. Hot towels and a little lather and we begin. First the right side of the face starting at the sideburn. His face is so round, wouldn't exactly say a strong jaw. Delicate, just like his personality. My blade moves quickly, down the cheek, now up on the neck. His eyes are closed, he looks so peaceful, he always steals glances. Marvin Gaye sexual healing comes on the radio. Body heat instantly intensifies.
On to the left side of the face wich means another towel, and a hand massage while it sits.
I reach for his hand and start to rub and caress and squeeze,and he squeezes back. He is peaking at me through the opening of the towel. I can feel myself get warm. My heart beats faster and faster as we share looks. I'm sure I'm blushing
"Sex-u-al Heeeeling inside"
Now the chin and lower lip.
He has a clef in his chin that I really have to spread with my two fingers. He always deeply imhales the scent of my hands.
Now the lip.
He looks at me, He looks at me with intention. He looks at me with the most stunning blue eyes with little flecks of yellow and brown around the pupil. Weaponized beauty, laser cuts right through my soul.
He parts his lips.
"Let me know when you want me to use my tounge."
(I'm wet suddenly)
"Yes please"
He sticks his tounge in the corner of his cheek as my blade and fingers do their work.
Shave compete, he smiles. His warmth makes my much older heart smile.
He mentions soon he would like to see me for a massage.
I can only imagine, how it would feel to have my hands on him.
He thanks me and leaves.
My heart leaves with him.

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