Leeds Lusciousness

Shanice's hands had been in Jamal's hair every two weeks for three years. Best barber in Leeds, everyone said. But it wasn't just her skills with the clippers that kept him coming back.

It was those thick thighs in tight jeans. That round arse that made him forget his own name. Those full lips that pursed in concentration as she lined him up. Shanice was pure African goddess, Gambian parents, Leeds-born, with a body built for worship.

"Same as usual, yeah?" she asked as he settled into the chair.

"You know me."

"That I do." Her fingers ran through his hair, assessing. "Been coming here three years, Jamal. Still haven't asked for my number."

He met her eyes in the mirror. "Would you give it to me if I asked?"

"Only one way to find out."

Something shifted between them. The air in the barbershop felt charged.

"Other customers will be here soon," she said softly. "But I close at seven. If you want to come back..."

"I'll be here at seven."

Her smile was slow and full of promise. "Good. Bring wine. Red."

Seven o'clock. The "Closed" sign was up. Shanice opened the door in a dress that made Jamal nearly drop the wine bottle.

"You came."

"Told you I would."

"Smart man." She took the wine and led him inside. "Back room. More comfortable."

The back room had a small sofa, a mini-fridge, and low lighting. She poured two glasses while Jamal tried to remember how to breathe.

"Three years," she said, handing him his glass. "Three years I've been waiting for you to make a move."

"Why didn't you?"

"I wanted you to want it bad enough." She sipped her wine. "Do you?"

"God, yes."

She set down her glass and straddled his lap on the sofa, that thick body pressing against him. Up close, she smelled like coconut oil and something floral.

"These hands," she said, taking his and placing them on her hips, "have been wanting to touch you for three years. But I had to be professional."

"We're not in business hours now."

"No." She kissed him, slow and deep. "Now we're just two people who want each other."

Her dress rode up as she ground against him. He could feel her heat through his jeans.

She stood up and stripped the dress over her head. No bra. Just her magnificent breasts, heavy and full, and a tiny thong that was already soaked.

"Your turn," she commanded.

He undressed faster than he ever had in his life. When he sat back down, she knelt between his legs.

"Been thinking about this," she said, stroking him. "Wondering what you were working with under those joggers."

"And?"

"Better than I imagined." She took him in her mouth, and Jamal's head fell back against the sofa.

Shanice was as skilled with her mouth as she was with her clippers. She took her time, teased him, brought him to the edge and backed off until he was begging.

"Please, Shanice—"

"Please what?" She looked up at him with those dark eyes. "Tell me what you want."

"I want to be inside you."

She climbed back onto his lap, positioning herself. "Finally. A man who knows what he wants."

She sank down onto him, and they both groaned. She was tight, hot, perfect. Her thick thighs gripped his sides as she started to move.

"Yes," she breathed, riding him. "This is what I needed. A proper man."

She moved faster, her breasts bouncing in his face. He took one nipple in his mouth and she cried out, grinding harder.

"Don't stop. Don't you dare stop!"

She came with a shout, her whole body shaking. But she kept going, kept riding, until Jamal couldn't hold back anymore.

"Shanice, I'm gonna—"

"Do it. Inside me. Now."

He exploded, gripping her hips, pulling her down as he pulsed inside her.

Later, tangled together on the small sofa, she traced patterns on his chest.

"So," she said. "Same time next week? After your haircut?"

"What about during the haircut?"

She laughed. "Don't tempt me. Though..." Her hand traveled down. "We do have the whole shop to ourselves right now."

"You serious?"

She climbed on top of him again. "The barber chair reclines all the way back. Ever wondered why?"

Jamal was about to find out. And he had a feeling haircuts in Leeds were about to become the highlight of his month.