FreePeggy continues her training. Sex Pics

Whoever said the first is the worst is an absolute idiot.

When it was finally my turn, he whirled around to face me, flipping his white smock like a matador staring down a bull. "Ma'am," he said, inviting me to take the chair.

"I was looking for Tony," I said, striding toward him..

"Uncle Tony retired last year," he said. "I'm Mario. Please, have a seat."

The over-stuffed chair welcomed my tiny bottom, and I stretched my slender limbs as Mario draped the smock around my neck. I had been sitting for so long, it felt good to stretch out my legs, enjoying this luxury, normally reserved for men.

"What can I do for you today?" said Mario, running his fingers through my shoulder-length bob, dragging my silky locks over my face and back again, his hand coming to rest on the nape of my neck.

"Brush cut, today, miss? Maybe a flat-top."

He laughed, and some of the patrons, who were still gawking, laughed along with him.

"No," I said in low, confident tone. "Just a shave."

Mario's jaw dropped in disbelief. Suddenly at a loss for words, he ran the back of his hand across my cheek, his fingers lingering on my pouting lips.

"What's there to shave," he asked. "You're as smooth as a baby's bottom."

"My legs," I answered, slipping one long shapely limb from under the smock and raising my knee toward the opposite arm rest. "Can you do that?"

"I..I guess I can," stammered Mario, turning red in the face. His hand fell to my thigh, and he rolled it over my knee, stroking the backs of his fingers down the side of my calf to my shoe.

"You'll have to take off your stockings and shoes, of course," he said, undoing the silver buckle on my oxford.

The shoe dropped to the floor as I drew my leg back under the smock. Shifting in the chair, I reached up my skirt, hooked my thumbs into my waistband and tugged my pantihose off my hips, lifting my bottom, as I wiggled them down to the tops of my thighs.

"You take them off," I whispered, lifting the smock just enough to give Mario a glimpse of my thighs, bound together by the waistband of my nylons.

Without missing a beat, he reached for my other shoe, slipping it off without alerting any of the other patrons. He must have been an expert lover, because his hands were under the smock and squeezing my thighs before I even heard the shoe drop.

His smoldering eyes locked on mine as he pulled my nylons over my knees and began the slow decent to my ankles, the palms of his hands caressing my calves along the way.

One hand reached under and drew my knees together while the other pulled my pantihose over my heels, his thumb stroking the arches of my feet before freeing my toes.

He held my nylons out for my inspection, looking like a magician who had just pulled a rabbit from his hat.

"Be gentle with those," I said. "They're delicate, and I want them back in one piece."

Tucking them into his hip pocket, Mario smiled. "You don't need a shave," he said. "Your legs are fantastic."

Straightening myself in the chair, I fixed my gaze on him and said "Don't tell me what I need. Just do your job, and make it quick, I'm a busy girl."

With that, I leaned back in the chair and extended my right leg, resting my foot on his counter top. Mario sprang into action, grabbing his brush and tracing my ankle with lather. I closed my eyes and wondered what he would be like in bed. He was strong and handsome, and he obviously knew how to handle a woman.

As his hands moved up my thigh, I bent my knee, lifting my bum to give him access. At the back of my thigh, right below my ass cheek, there is a single tiny freckle. It is the sweetest spot on my entire body. Spank me there and I'll cum every time. Kiss me there and I'm your slave.

As Mario's lathered hands reached that spot I started to cream. My hips rocked involuntarily, and a long, low moan escaped my lips. Noticing my tension, Mario lingered on that spot, taking a nice feel of my ass, his fingers grazing the edge of my panties.

"You're very fit," he said, his hand well inside my skirt. "You have a magnificent little ass, I would so love to kiss it."

Gripping his wrist, I pushed his hand back