So, about every 6 weeks or so I visit one of the local beauty spas to get my back waxed. I like the smooth feel of my skin afterwards although, to be fair, not the biggest fan of the actual waxing process. Well, who would? It was approaching the time for my next visit so sent a text off to Jo, the therapist, to arrange an appointment (she gave me her number last time to be able to book direct with her). After a couple of hours got a text back with agreement of the date and time. Excellent. Turned up on time and Jo showed me into the treatment room. She is around 40, lovely trim figure and, I noticed, wearing stockings under her trousers. Mmm, nice, I thought to myself. She leaves me to get my t-shirt off and lie up on the treatment table. After a couple of minutes, she's back and we're ready to start. Idle chit chat while she is tearing hair out of my back with the warm wax. After around 15 minutes she is done. She then gives me a nice, gentle and soothing massage of my back, which is lovely. She finishes that and as I sit up and turn round she looks at me and say "looks like my next appointment has cancelled so I have a free hour. Is there anything else I can do for you?" She has a slightly coy, interesting look on her face that I can't quite place. "Oh, I say. I don't know - you caught me on the hop a bit". "Ok" she says. "Well, and excuse me if this is a bit personal, but do you trim 'down there'" looking towards my lap. Feeling slightly awkward, I say " Well, as it happens, yes I do. Normally shave every few days but not done it for a week or so now". Her mouth eases into a faint smile. "Have you ever had it waxed?" she says. "No, I haven't. To be honest, I've never really plucked up the courage to ask for it to be done before". I reply. I'm not quiet sure what to expect now. I hold my breath. She smiles. "Well, how about we try it out now then - see how you like it?". "Er, ok" I say, a little apprehensively. I look down, my pulse starting to quicken a bit. She moves over to the door and locks it, explaining that we don't want any unexpected interruptions, do we? "NO!" I laugh nervously. "So why don't you just slip those jeans and pants off and lets see how we can tidy you up" she says. I feel a little nervous. "Don't worry" she says "You'll be fine. Get them off and lie down on your back". What the hell, I think to myself. So, I ease my jeans and pants off and place them on the chair, on top of my t-shirt. I then slip up onto the table, realising I am holding my breath again. I am also conscious that I am trying to keep my cock calm and flaccid. I then notice that she has slipped her top and jeans off. Shit. She has a lovely, petite figure and the stockings are showing her legs off a treat. Shit. Cock starts to quiver a little. She smiles. "That's good. I need him a little firmer if I am going to do a decent job with the waxing" And with that she takes hold of my cock and starts slide the foreskin back. I am putty in her hands already. My cock starting to swell in her small hands. She leans forward and hovers over the end of my cock - her hot breath wafting over my glans. "Mmmm" she says. "That's better". She slips her lips over the end of my now rock hard cock and slides all the way down. She works it gently for a couple of minutes and I am in ecstasy. It feels so good. Her hands, small and petite working magic over my cock and balls while her warm mouth and tongue send shivers around my body. She then steps back and gets to work with the wax. Jeez, that smarts a bit but at the same time is strangely erotic. This coy smile plays out across her face the whole time. When she has finished she massages the area making sure to spend time playing with my still rock hard cock. "Now it's your turn" she says, slipping off her bra and panties. I am faced with a smooth, bare pussy. Mmmmmm. My fingers brush the edges of her lips. My god, the heat radiating from her pussy sends tingles all over me. She eases out a quiet moan. My fingers slide in and instantly I can feel the moisture. She makes a bit more noise. Next thing I know she is on the table, her pussy right in my face, opening, inviting my tongue in. I am lost. I work my tongue over her pussy, toying with her clit as she goes back to work, sliding my cock deep into her mouth. After a deeply pleasurable 10 minutes or so of this she turns around, glorious smile on her face and eases her pussy down on my cock. Sweet Jesus, that feels good. Her pussy is now wet and her lips swollen. She starts sliding up and down as I reach for her tits, teasing the nipples first with my fingers and then pulling them down to my mouth. This moment feels intense and exhilarating as we drive deeper into each other. After a while I know I cannot contain myself. I let her know I am close to cumming. She nods, already knowing how close I am. She slides off my soaking cock and grabs it with her hand and works it firmly but sensually. I start to quiver and then explode. Cum shoots over her pussy and stomach, my legs shaking and still she wanks me. After a few minutes, when every last drop of cum has been squeezed from my balls she lets me. She sits up, letting the cum drip slowly down her and onto me. After cleaning up she looks at me and says "Let's make sure you book an hour next time, eh?" and smiles at me. I walk out of the salon with a huge smile on my face, my body still tingling both inside and out. Hell yeah - I can't wait for the next time! |
