I've been getting bikini waxes for years and just over three years ago started getting Brazilians. I love the feeling of my smooth pussy, and I'd have to say that most of the people I've been with love it too!
When asked why she likes her Brazilian wax, answers vary from woman to woman: hygiene; lover's preference; fewer ingrown hairs; and of course, no hair peeking out the side of thong panties or a bathing suit.
My answer is different, though. Sure, I like their answers, and I have to agree with them. But the reason I continue getting my Brazilian waxes every month?
My hot, young esthetician. My beautiful waxer with the softest touch. How aroused I become during the waxing. Any of those would have to be my answer. All of those are my answer.
I got my last wax this past Saturday, and while the procedure pretty much followed my latest waxing routine, this one had an added aphrodisiac effect for me: my lover went with me to the appointment. Of course, he's not allowed in the room with us, but he would see her come out to the lobby to invite me back, see how hot she was, see that she was a young hot Asian (his biggest fantasy). He would be sitting just down the hall in the lobby while I was stripping down for Christine. He would have to sit there knowing that she was looking at my pussy.
For me, it only got better. Something happens back in that room that I've never shared with him. When I first met Christine, she asked what I did. I told her I was a writer. A true statement, as that is what my profession currently is. When she asked what I wrote, instead of mentioning my other genre, I simply said, "I write erotica."
The look on her face when I said that let me know that she was under my spell. She asked me so many questions about writing erotica and how graphic I got. I explained it to her, and before I left that first visit, she had given me her private email address and asked me to send her some stories. I sent a story as soon as I got home.
We've written back and forth since my first appointment with Christine eight months ago. And I write some stories just for her pleasure. She has shared with me that she plays when reading, that she touches herself, that she has read them to her boyfriend while he masturbates.
By the time I showed up for my third appointment with her, we had shared quite a few personal details with each other. I knew more about her than about most of my friends. Definitely more. And she knew almost everything about my sex life, past and present. When it was time for me to undress during that third visit, she didn't leave the room as previously done. And I didn't remove only my pants and panties as required. I stripped completely down while she watched. I saw the smile on her face grow as she looked from my eyes down to my tits down to my pussy she was about to touch. Her hands grazed my tits occasionally, and she even unbuttoned her blouse during my wax, showing me her tits through her sheer white bra. But the wax itself was still professional, even if I did squirm more this time. From the pleasure, not the pain of the wax. I went home and masturbated to thoughts of her touch.
At my fourth visit I stripped completely again, and she took her t-shirt off. She had on a green lace bra that day; her firm young tits looking beautiful. I reached up and touched them as she softly kissed my lips. As she rubbed the pre-wax oil onto my bare pussy, she sucked on my nipples, my back arching. I knew that she had never been with a woman, and I loved that she was exploring that side of her sexuality with me.
She rubbed more than she needed that visit, especially after the wax. She still didn't veer too far from the normal wax, but she did let her fingers linger in my pussy and on my clit longer than necessary to check for stray hairs, and at the time, she was sucking on my right tit. Okay, veering a bit from the normal wax, but still not making me cum. I stood and before I dressed, we made out a bit, my bare tits pressed against her chest, the palm of her hand flat against my pussy. I didn't make it home before I masturbated that day. I came in the parking lot of the waxing studio.
During my fifth visit three months ago. That's when she made me cum, rubbed my clit purposefully, stroked my pussy with two fingers, reaching up to my g-spot. I came hard for her, and she looked pleased with herself, that she had just made a woman cum. I sucked her fingers clean, and even sucked her bare tits (top and bra off that day). Our kissing was full of passion, and it was really quite amazing.
Each visit has gotten to be more intense. Of course, the stories I send her are more intense, as are our emails and chats. And this past Saturday we reached a much higher level.
When she came out to greet me, I saw her glance at my guy (I had told her he would be with me, and that he was turned-on by Asian women). As she approached us, she went right to him. "Hi, I'm Christine. It's nice to meet you." She shook his hand and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, her blouse falling down enough to show him her braless breasts. I watched as he shifted in his seat, covering himself with a magazine. I have never once seen him speechless, but he was then. He just sat there stunned, smiling, looking at her tits.
I stood up and kissed him on the other cheek. "Back in a bit, Sweetie." I then gave Christine a quick hug and planted a small peck on her lips. She took my hand and we walked down the hall, giggling and looking back at my guy. "She'll be smooth for you in no time!" Christine teased, and we both smiled at him.
I stripped down completely again while Christine stripped down to her white cotton and lace thong. We made out for a bit, fondling one another before I lay on the table. She sucked my tits while I played with hers. "Better begin the wax," I said. Not that I wanted the wax so much. I just wanted her fingers on me!
She went about the wax as had become our normal routine. Waxing a bit here, playing a bit there. Waxing, playing. "You know, he's still thinking about seeing your tits," I said. "And he's thinking about you seeing my pussy."
"Let him think about it! Does he know how close we've become?"
"Nope. He knows I won't allow anything come up to interfere with my waxing appointments, but he doesn't know why."
"So he doesn't know what we have planned for today?
"Nope, but you better get to it!"
Christine got up on the table with me, lying on top of me. Her hard nipples were on mine as she kissed me, her tongue deep in my mouth. Her panty-clad pussy was grinding against my now-smooth pussy. Her panties were wet, her juices and mine. I had a clitoral orgasm in no time. Thankfully her kisses muffled my moans. I have always loved pussy-on-pussy grinding, and her tight little body on top of mine added to the pleasure.
Knowing that more clitorals always quickly follow the first, she moved between my legs. Her tongue found my clit, not that it was hiding from her. She sucked it into her mouth, tonguing it until I came repeatedly. Each orgasm more intense. "Finger me..."
Christine slipped first one, then two, fingers in my pussy while her tongue continued working on my clit. "I'm gonna...." Still sucking, she took off her panties and handed them to me. I sniffed them, then put the wet spot in my mouth, silencing my screams. Once the orgasm had subsided a bit, I told her to reach into my bag.
She hopped off the table but before moving to my bag she stood at the head of the table. I leaned over backwards and licked her clit. "Mmmm. Taste you in a bit. Get my bag."
She reached in my bag and pulled out the strap-on. I explained to her how to put it on, but once it was on she knew just what to do. She fucked me with that dildo until I thought I would explode. I lost count of my orgasms as I played with my tits and clit. She seemed to love being the fucker, not the fucked, a first for her. I offered to return the favor, but she didn't want to take it off. "Another time. Roll over."
I did, and she slipped the wet cock into my ass. Just the tip at first, but slowly she had it all in me. I silently wished for a mirror in the room so that I could watch, so that I could see her face. So that I could see her tiny tight ass thrusting that cock into me. I was rubbing my clit furiously and I came again.
She pulled out and lay back on the table. I lay over her then, kissing her, being in charge. I bit her nipples, pulling them with my teeth. She was squirming as my wet pussy dripped down onto her body. I kissed her flat stomach and moved to her also-waxed pussy. I tasted her for the first time. I mimicked her actions, licking and sucking, fingering her pussy. I then began rubbing her clit as my tongue tunneled into her small, snug pussy. She closed around me tightly as she came. As she came on my tongue. As she came in my mouth. I glanced up her body to see her face. She was biting her upper arm to muffle the screams. She tasted so good. I worked my way up her body and kissed her then.
"Better be going. You have other clients." I stood up and slowly got dressed, admiring the pleased look I had put on her face. "I see I missed some cum!" I leaned over and licked her pussy as she spread her legs for me, my flat tongue slowly working from her pussy to her clit. "I hope you enjoyed." Of course, from her smile and the bit mark on her arm, I knew that she did. "I'll show myself out while you get dressed."
I made my way back out to the lobby then to pay for my services. Or, pay for the waxing I should say. My guy stood up anxiously. I knew what he wanted from the look in his eyes. As I scheduled my next appointment, he moved behind me, wrapping his arms around me. I felt his hard cock pressing against me as he kissed the back of my neck.
Christine came down the hall then. "I checked her myself. Smooth as a baby's bottom." She smiled the largest smile I've ever seen. "See you in a month!" She turned and walked back down the hall, my guy watching as her hips swayed.
When we got to the car, I gave him a big kiss. "What have you been eating? You taste different?" I smiled coyly. "And hey! Why was her lipstick smeared?!"
"Let's go home honey, and I'll tell you all about it. While you fuck me."
See, THAT is why I love getting Brazilian waxes.
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