Chapter 1 — My Exhibitionist Experience at the Barber Shop

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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I go to the barbershop once a week.

Not so much to get my hair cut—but to make sure she, Grace Lee, the woman who runs it alone, gets a clear view of my most private part.

Lately, with the weather getting hotter, I always go wearing a T-shirt and ripped jeans—shorts, really.

I deliberately use the torn spots in the fabric to tease her, or at least provoke some reaction, stirring a strange, thrilling sensation in me.

For reference, these shorts have several rips, but the one just below the left pocket sits right next the zipper. If I wear them without underwear, there's a good chance my erection will slip out—awkward for most, but for me, it's a feature.

I exploited that one day, stepping into the barbershop completely naked beneath those shorts, after careful planning and mustered courage.

Every man has probably felt it at least once—the subtle thrill when a woman in tight black leggings or snug jeans leans over you at the salon, her arm brushing your chest, the soft graze of her lower abdomen against your side, the fleeting warmth of intimacy.

She, Grace Lee, the barber, always brushed against me just slightly—her stomach, the inside of her thighs—sending tremors through my chest. But that day, I wanted to shock her.

As usual, there were no other customers in the morning. I could feel the soft pressure of her lower belly against my arm as I secretly used one hand to fully stiffen myself beneath the shorts.

My cock stood upright, ready to burst, and just as planned, the tip poked out through the torn seam on the side.

When she removed the white cape after finishing my haircut, I instinctively covered myself with my left hand, unable to hide my embarrassment.

She, completely unaware—or so it seemed—calmly said,
“I'll wash your hair now. Come this way,” and turned to turn on the showerhead, preparing the shampoo.

Inside, I worried—what if she thought I was a pervert? But I steeled myself: if needed, I'd apologize politely, say I just had a habit of not wearing underwear and it was unintentional.

Finally, my body shifted back, and my erect cock tilted slightly to the left, half-exposed.
I could feel my pulse racing all the way to the back of my neck.

But then—her complete lack of reaction was deeply disappointing.

I expected at least a flicker of surprise. But her face was hidden behind a towel, and I couldn't tell if she'd seen it or not.

She calmly washed my hair, then smiled her usual gentle smile. “This way, please…”

At that moment, I decided to go all in.

While she had her back turned, I deliberately pushed my cock fully out through the rip.

It jutted forward, rigid and twitching, swaying slightly as it waited for her gaze.

Sitting in front of the mirror, I casually spread my legs. She dried my hair without once glancing at my exposed cock.

Then, suddenly, in a voice that seemed to suppress a laugh, she said:
“It's been awfully hot lately. Most male customers come in wearing shorts, you know.”

In that instant, I understood.

She had seen it. She was giving me a hint—maybe even acknowledging my deliberate act.

Was she pretending not to notice? Or had she known all along?

I hesitated. Should I confess? Or keep pretending?

At first, I just mumbled, “Uh… yeah… it's gotten suddenly hot, hasn't it?”

But as I looked into her eyes through the mirror, I caught it—her gaze, sharp and direct.

Yes! She was definitely looking at my erect cock.
And not just looking—she was watching with a faint smile, completely unfazed.

My body tensed. Excitement surged. I took a deep breath and spoke, my voice trembling slightly:
“Um… actually… I did this on purpose. If it's rude… I'm sorry.”

And then—her response stunned me.

“Hoho… it's okay. I understand. Some men get a strange thrill in moments like this. I get it.”

I was overwhelmed—grateful beyond words.

Her kindness, her understanding, gave me even more courage.

“Thank you… I feel so much better knowing you understand. Then… um… could I ask one more favor?”

For the first time, her composed expression flickered—surprise flashed across her face.
“Huh? What…?”

“I have a wish… I've always wanted to… masturbate right in front of you.”

She recoiled, genuinely shocked. “Oh no, here? What if another customer walks in? Absolutely not.”

I let my face fall, disappointed. “Yeah… I'm sorry. I guess I asked too much.”

“No, no,” she said quickly. “It's not that I mind… I just don't want someone else to see.”

That was my opening.

“I understand… but what if we go to the washing area? The curtain blocks the entrance. No one could see us right away. I could pull my pants up instantly if someone came.”

She laughed loudly. “Oh, customer, not now… next time…”

“No, please,” I begged, my voice urgent. “I'm so turned on right now… I'll be done in less than a minute. Please.”

She hesitated, watching my desperate eyes. Finally, she sighed.
“Fine… go ahead. I'll keep watch for customers.”

I couldn't believe it. Overjoyed, I quickly moved to the washing station.

I didn't take off my pants—my cock was already out, and I began slowly stroking it up and down.

But she kept her eyes fixed on the door, never looking at me.

“Um… Grace…?”

“Hm? Oh…”

She turned, and her expression shifted—suddenly flustered.

“Could you… watch me? I think I'll come faster if you're watching…”

To my surprise, she asked, “Aren't you embarrassed? With me watching?”

I lied, “A little… but I really want to come quickly…”

Suddenly, she let out a stifled laugh, then stepped closer.

I dropped my pants and underwear completely, standing naked from the waist down, locking eyes with her.

She stared at my cock with open curiosity.
The knowledge that she was watching me jerk off sent me spiraling into ecstasy.
I was on the edge—but I wanted to savor it, so I slowed down.

Out of nowhere, she said, “You have a really nice one,” and took another step forward, standing calmly beside me.

I looked at her and whispered, “It's right on the edge… if I could just touch your sexy hips… I'd come instantly. Could I?”

I expected rejection. But to my shock, she simply said, “Go ahead,” and moved right next to me.

I couldn't believe it. Was this real? A dream?

I'd jerked off countless times imagining those firm, round hips. And now I could touch them?

With trembling hands, I gently caressed her hips. Then I stopped stroking myself and moved my right hand forward, toward the space between her legs.

She flinched. “Wait, this is… a bit…”

“Just once,” I pleaded. “Please… just open your legs a little.”

She hesitated—then slowly parted her legs about ten centimeters, watching me with a strange, curious look.

I moved my left hand from her hip to her most private area, gently stimulating her, while my right hand resumed its urgent rhythm on my cock.

I looked into her eyes and gasped—“Huh… hhh… ughhh…”

I came harder than I ever had in my life.

I gripped too tightly—my semen shot out nearly two meters, landing on a shelf across the room.
It was filled with gels and sprays—my cum splattered between them, visible and undeniable.

“Oh my god, what now?” she whispered, quickly grabbing tissues.
She pulled out five or six and handed them to me.
“Hurry up and clean it—someone's coming!”

Footsteps echoed.
I wiped myself frantically, pulled up my pants, and zipped up just in time.

She greeted the new customer calmly, her voice steady:
“Welcome! Please come in…”

I exhaled deeply, regaining my composure, and glanced at the floor.

To my horror—white streaks of semen were scattered everywhere.

Panicking, I crouched behind the curtain, pretending to pick something up, wiping the mess near my feet.
But the spray on the shelf—I couldn't reach it. I was terrified the seated customer would notice.

I walked to the counter like nothing had happened, pulled out my wallet, paid, and said, “Thanks, take care,” then hurried out, humiliated and flustered.

But as I left, she called after me—softly, almost tenderly:
“Thank you~ Come again soon~ Customer~”