June had passed with a heat wave hitting us half way through the month, and it was great news when my boss asked if I would work on cases for Exeter Magistrates Court and spend the next 3 or 4 weeks in and around some of the busiest and hottest holiday resorts in the UK. For the next 2 weeks I worked flat out from early morning until 2.00 in the afternoon, taking good money, having the odd scuffle and seizing the odd possessions. Every afternoon and all day Sunday found me on the beach or trying my hand at wind surfing, with the evenings taken up with the pub and chatting up the nicer holiday maker, and even once getting my leg over.

It was with the arrival of several dozen cases in the Brixham area that took my mind back to the last time I had been there and had been given my first haircut by a girl. That cut had made a great impression on me, and many a night as a 15 or 16 year old I would relive that cut and my all too short time with the barbers, Tina and Dawn, wondering about what they were doing, if they remembered me, what they wore under their white cotton shirts and short denim skirts and even stronger and wetter things that can only be found in a teenagers mind. The following week I moved down the coast to a new location, and as if was now the height of summer finding a hotel proved to be difficult and it wasn't until nearly lunchtime that I managed to find a room in a small pub come hotel on the sea front in Brixham. It was too late to start working then as the temperature was well in the eighties, so after a beer to cool down I decided to explore and see how things had change over the last 7 years. The town didn't look a lot different and probably still looked the same as it had for the last 20 odd years, and so with a slight tightening in my chest I decided to seek out the old barbers and maybe get a cut if it still had girls working there. As I rounded the corner from the High Street I stopped so quick that an old dear walking behind me ran into the back of me and mumbled something I'm glad I couldn't hear. There in place of my much dreamt of barbers was a huge multi story car park for the supermarket that now stood next to it.

Dejectedly walking back to the beach I couldn't understand why I felt so upset, it was only one cut, so many years ago and I've had hundreds since then but it would have been nice to go back to where my interest had first started. On the way I stopped off and bought a cold six pack before finding a quiet space on the beach near the harbor wall and stretching out. 4 of the cans went down in the next 45 minutes and I started to get over my disappointment. Just as I was starting to drift into a beer helped snooze I thought the whole town had landed on me as over the wall and straight onto me sprang a wet bedraggled shaggy dog that, using me as a springboard, dived onto a ball lying just by my side. "Oh, you bad dog" came a stern voice from the other side of the wall and I looked over to see a face that I thought I recognized though couldn't place. "I'm sorry I threw his ball a little too far, hope he didn't hurt you", she said with concern. In my work you meet a lot of people and when I see a familiar face the first thing I think is "is this a customer", so I stared for a moment before reassuring her that her crazy dog had not hurt me too bad. As she came over the wall and started to put a lead on the dog I was struck by her looks, her long muscular tanned legs clad only in tight white shorts and her firm body under a equally tight blue vest, "I'm sorry, I know it sounds stupid, but don't I know you" I asked, thinking what a dumb question it was. "Not unless you live in town, or have been in my shop over the road, and from the look of you I don't think so" she replied with a smile. "Sorry about the dog again" she said and without a second glance she turned and walked off, dragging the reluctant dog with her. Turning, I watched her as she crossed the road and went into a shop with blacked out windows and a banner proclaiming "Grand Opening Soon", my eyes then took in the sign above the shop and I realized just who she was, "Tina's Barber Shop" the sign proudly informed in black, red and gold. The last time I had seen her was when she had cut Timmy's hair back in the old shop.

Not being noted for my shyness I immediately crossed over the road and tried the shop door, "Oh hello again, is anything wrong" she asked as she saw me in the door way. "I think I remember where I've seen you before" I said, once again feeling a right idiot "didn't you used to work just off the High Street, with another girl"?  "Yes, I used to work with my Aunt, but last year the supermarket bought all the land for expansion so Tina decided to quit and I bought this shop a few months ago and as you can see its nearly ready to open".  Looking around for the first time I liked what I saw, all the walls were panelled in pale golden timber, the mirrors were etched and engraved, the lighting was subdued and radiating from numerous crystal wall lights and the 4 new red leather and chrome chairs sparkled. She must have noted my look of approval as she commented, "It is nice isn't it" and added, "So tell me when I cut your hair". As I told her of our first meeting a smile spread across her face, "Yes, I remember you both now, how are you and your brother" she inquired with genuine interest, and I went on to tell her what had happened over the last 8 years. It seemed easy and natural talking with Dawn and then, whether through the beer or my desire I'm not sure but I reminded her of her offer to give Timmy a shave and asked if it was open to anyone or just 9 year old boys, at this she just laughed and continued chatting, whilst avoiding my comment. Thinking Id blown all chances I though I had nothing to lose so I asked Dawn if she like to go out to dinner and to my surprise she smiled and replied, "After what my dog did I think I owe you dinner, what about if you come back this evening, my flats upstairs and I’ll make dinner for us, and it will give me a chance to get covered up a bit", as she looked down at her minuscule clothing. 

Returning to my room I showered and changed into fresh clothes and for an hour or so sat in the bar sorting paperwork and updating my laptop. At 7.00 I packed away my work, bought a bottle of wine from the bar and walked down to Dawns shop. I found the door unlocked and as I stepped through I found that Dawn had indeed changed and now wore a brilliant white cotton overall so short that very little of her tanned legs were covered. "Good, your just in time to christen the shop, come and sit in my chair and lets clean you up" she said with a lovely wide smile. I sat in the chair and she quickly swirled a heavy grey cape around me and topped it with a white towel. "I think a quick cut first", Dawn commented and reached for the clippers hanging in front of me, and fitted a guide. With a snap they buzzed into life and I felt them touch the back of my neck for a second then run all the way up to the top of my head. Several times Dawn repeated this maneuver and before long my hair lay in piles on the floor except for a short light covering over my head. Discarding the guide and reversing the clippers she soon tidied up my hairline and my spine tingled as she ran the clippers low down my neck. "Now, do you trust me with a razor?" Dawn asked with a mischievous smile on her face and before I could reply she walked away and returned seconds later with a shaving brush in her hand and proceeded to thickly lather my neck. "Let me show you what Aunt Tina gave me as a going away gift" Dawn said, and reaching up onto a shelf removed a dark rosewood box and opened it for my inspection. Inside, closely fitted in a dark red velvet lining was a set of seven ivory handled razors " They are early Victorian and look as though they have never been used, just think you could be the first person to feel these in over a hundred years" Dawn said as she selected the razor from the section marked Monday. Reaching down beside me Dawn lifted a black leather belt fixed to the arm of my chair and I watch in fascination as she slowly at first, then with more vigour, ran the open razor up and down the strop. Abruptly the slapping and hissing stopped and turning to me with a smile Dawn said "Here goes, and I hope you tell me if it hurts" but all I could do was to sit there and try to stifle my moans of ecstasy as the razor traveled all around my neck and ears. Removing the cape and standing in front of me Dawn examined her work and smiled in satisfaction. "That's better, now come on" she said "dinner time" and before I could thank her she was leading me up the stairs to her flat.

 "Well" asked Dawn as we arrived in her lounge, "you never said how you liked my new uniform" and just to emphasize her stiff white overall she ran her hands down the front of it to straighten it out and then did an about face so that I could see the rear, but as I had followed the rear and its very short length up the stairs I already know how delightful it looked and what she had on beneath it. "Sit, sit" she instructed "dinner won't be long, just open the wine and pour us a drink". Dawn soon returned with several trays and laid them out "its too hot for anything else so I shot down to the harbor and got us some sea food, hope you don't mind that with some salad". She returned and sat opposite me at the table and handed me a plate with half a lobster, several giant prawns and half a dozen oysters nestled in a bed of salad "I just took a chance and hoped you like oysters" Dawn said, with her eyes bright with mischief "they always do something for me". An hour later all the food and two bottles of wine were gone and I was sitting on her couch watching the sun, as it set over the harbor. Soft music started to play and I heard Dawns voice saying, "Pete, would you come through for a moment" and walking along the hall I saw her standing in the doorway at the end of the hall. "I think its time for the rest of your makeover," she stated casually as she took me by the hand and led me into her bedroom, where I stood staring at the old leather and enamel barbers chair in the corner of the room. "This chair was in the shop when I first bought it and has been in use for 50 or 60 years so I didn't have the heart to throw it out, and I knew it would come in handy up here one day" Dawn told me. "Take a seat sir, I wont keep you long then we can see about that long overdue shave you were asking about" and with that she left me standing in her bedroom.

Sitting in the old chair I had to admit to myself that it was comfortable and well worn in and I started wondering what was about to happen. Dawn soon returned bearing her equipment and in short time she had caped me and reclined the chair into a position she seemed happy with. "I'm sorry" Dawn said, and I dreaded what she was next about to say, had I overstepped the mark or had she seen the growing bulge in my jeans, "I'm just too hot in this overall, do you mind if it comes off" and thinking that she wanted to change into something cooler thought nothing of it as she walked away and then returned only moments later minus her overall, but also minus anything else except a very skimpy pair of white panties and a rather tiny white cotton bra. Very soon Dawn had me lathered and was standing over me with the razor in her hand, and with each stroke down my face I became further enthralled with my barber. She eased my head into the various positions to enable her to complete the shave and all I could do was look at her cotton covered breasts and wonder how much further her nipples could stand out. Once the shave was finished Dawn uncaped me, filled her hand with a sweet smelling lotion, then seemingly not noticing the bulge between my legs sat on my lap and started to massage my face.

Hesitantly at first then unable to control myself I gently cupped her breasts in my hands and in time with her massage I kneaded her breasts. Stopping for only a moment to undo her bra, then the buttons on my shirt Dawn continued to massage my face and then down to my shoulders and chest and when I returned my hands to her now bare small, child like breasts she let out a low moan that then became a tremble and then a shudder as I rolled her nipples between my fingers. Sliding off of my lap Dawn knelt in front of me and began undoing my belt and jeans before tugging them around my knees. By this time modesty was not part of my feelings and I was glad my manhood was out and ready. Gently then with more urgency Dawn raked her nails over my lower belly then over my now fully erect penis, stopping only at the very tip where she planted her wet lips and even wetter tongue. Pulling at me I hobbled up, as Dawn wrestled off my jeans and I almost fell onto the waiting bed. Moments later we were in each others arms, our mouths exploring each other and our hands wandering far and wide. As we both gasped for air my hands slipped into her panties and eased them down and found to my surprise instead of a usual curly haired patch nothing but a baby soft denuded mound. "Nice bit of razor work isn't it" was all Dawn could manage before her lips once again found my nipple. Lovingly we explored each other's bodies, feeling satisfaction from the others moan of contentment, and rising with pleasure at each other's ecstasy. Dawn made me feel as I had never before felt with only the use of her nails and her wicked tongue, whilst I for my part seemed to know exactly what she craved and needed. When eventually she deemed it was time Dawn crawled up my body and softly planted herself on me, and we stayed like that for ages her muscles contracting round my penis with each movement of her hips and me thrusting into her gently at first then harder and with more confidence. At the sun rose Dawn beat me 5 orgasms to 4, though I had to admit as twice in one night had been my maximum I wasn't complaining.

Now a year on I work full time for the company in the South West, Dawn and I have been married for 3 months, every 4 or 5 weeks she does the best haircut I've ever had, every couple of days she shaves me and best of all once every couple of weeks its my turn to put her in the old barbers chair and shave clean her stubbly mound. So you could say that I have found my holiday paradise.