The Neighborhood MILF: Gloria
I’ve known Gloria for almost ten years now. The beautiful sandy blonde and her husband Randy live on the next block. Their backyard barbecues are always a big hit. It’s a popular hangout in the summer, and they always seem to have plenty of beer and alcohol on hand. It dawned on me the other day that we may miss out on those get togethers this year, with the “social distancing” rules. Gloria has been affected more than most people I know. She’s also my hairdresser, and Governor Reynolds rule temporarily banning hair salons has taken its toll on her.

I like to keep my hair short, and it’s been getting pretty shaggy without her available to cut it for me. I called her to tell her how much I miss her company as well as her barbering skills. She said she misses everyone too, and was going crazy sitting at home all day.

I really felt bad for my girlfriend and asked if there was anything DJ and I could do for her. She assured me they would survive, but admitted that she missed the social interaction with her customers. I definitely agreed and told her how scared I was to cut my own hair.

Gloria said if I wanted, I could come over and she would give me a haircut if I was okay with that. I didn’t want to get her in trouble, joking that she’d have trouble cutting my hair while keeping a distance of six feet. We laughed it off, realizing it was probably a bad idea. However I believe Gloria was anxious just to have someone to visit with. She tried to convince me to come over and cut my own hair at her house, and she would walk me through it from a safe distance. I hesitated at the offer, but Gloria insisted it would be easy.

I took her up up on her offer, telling her I’d be over in a few minutes. I felt both excited and guilty at the same time, wondering if we could get into trouble. I figured ‘What could it hurt?’ and walked over to her house.

It was an awkward situation when she let me in, as we tried to give each other plenty of space. Gloria invited me into the kitchen where she had all her utensils and equipment laid out on the table. She apologized for her appearance, as she was apparently just lounging around in her bathrobe.

”If this is a bad time, we can try it again later” I offered, sensing that she wasn’t ready for this.

“Nonsense!” she answered back. “I was just about to give myself a trim anyway.”

She had a mischievous smile as she put her coffee on the counter and tied her hair back, telling me to take a seat. I was curious how this was gonna go, but took a seat at her kitchen table, waiting for more instructions.

I was somewhat shocked when my sexy stylist opened her robe, flashing her naked body. It was a quick glimpse, and she giggled as she covered back up.