Smooth and Delicious

I make an appointment for a waxing, yet I have other plans.

Following my recent encounter at the lesbian boutique I became inspired indeed. Coming from a small town in Ohio, Houston provided things I could only dream of. I was so eager to further explore what the city had to offer.

While cruising an area called Montrose, I spotted a sign that advertised 'waxing.' Taunting another woman turns me on like nothing else. I immediately pulled into the drive and parked near the front door.
I lingered momentarily observing those who patronized the business. I tugged on my shorts and exited the car.

Upon entering the shop, I saw a bevy of skin products and related beauty items as well. 'I'd like to schedule a waxing,' I said to the woman behind the counter. Her eyes darted to my short shorts with a look of concern. 'Ummm, sure, let me check the schedule,' she said rather hesitantly. 'I have an opening in fifteen minutes,' she replied, as she continued looking at my shorts. 'I'll take it,' I replied quickly.

I sat among the others as I waited for them to call my name. The woman behind the counter walked past staring at my legs as she passed by, with that look of concern again. I feared I was a bit under dressed. Soon thereafter, my name was called.

I followed a woman to one of the studios in the back. She was kind. She handed me a bottle of water and a warm robe to wear during the procedure. 'She'll be right with you,' she said as she closed the door.

I removed my clothes and wrapped that warm robe around my naked body. I stared at the waxing-table. It was very similar to what one would see at a gynecologist's office. 'My oh my,' I said to myself. Soon, there was a knock on the door, 'may I come in?' I heard. I was surprised to see it was that woman behind the counter, the one who seemed distracted by my attire. I already knew this wasn't going to be what I was hoping for.

I remained standing while she prepared for the session. 'Have you ever been waxed before?' she asked. 'My first time,' I replied. 'You'll do fine,' she replied so clinically. Once the stage was set, she motioned for me to sit in the 'waxing chair' she called it, as she turned away. I crawled into the apparatus and placed my feet in the stirrups. My pulse was building. This was the woman who scoffed at my shorts and now I was naked and spread so wide.

Suddenly, I saw her looking in the mirror as she's washing her hands. Her voice was so professional, yet she was staring me down indeed. 'I'm confused,' I said to myself. She turned and placed a chair near the foot of the waxing-chair and took a seat. I watched her closely hoping to see a spark of life.

'I see that you requested a full waxing?' she asked. 'Yes,' I replied. 'Okay, let's get started,' she said and asked me to open the bottom of my robe. Instead, I nervously untied the string around my waist and opened my robe completely.

She did her best to remain professional, yet her sudden mannerisms sung a different tune. She froze and just stared at my presentation, as I laid there naked. Her rapid blinking was hard to ignore. She swallowed hard.

'I'm sorry, it's been a while since I've done this.'

Those nervous eyes of hers kept peering at my body. I felt so vulnerable. My shallow breathing caught her attention.

'Are you comfortable?' she asked.
'I'm fine,' I replied.

As she mixed the solution, I saw her look at my pussy and wet her lips. She began to spread that warm wax around my pelvic area as I stared into her eyes. 'You're well-trimmed,' she said with a gentle smile. 'You'll be fine,' she said as she attached the strip to my flesh. 'Ready?' she asked. I nodded my head while biting my bottom lip, 'I'm ready.' In a flash she removed that strip, I felt no pain whatsoever. I noticed her hand lingered on my leg longer than necessary.

'Have you worked here long?' I asked.
'I've been here for two years,' she replied.
'Oh, I see,' I replied, as I stared at her hand on my thigh once again.

The fresh scent of pussy was in the air. I waited until she looked at me then I bit my bottom lip. Her eyes darted down to my pussy then back into my eyes, and quickly. She wet her lips again as she prepared for another run.

Strip by strip she continued to swipe it clean. Her final touches left me smooth as a peach. I used my fingers to examine her progress, 'feels great,' I said as I felt myself. She lowered her head, but her eyes were raised and watching closely.

As she remained motionless, I slid my hand back down and began to touch myself, inappropriately. 'Feels so nice,' I now whispered. She continued to monitor me from the side of her eye. I slid my index finger deep inside and cleansed it in my mouth. She turned her head slightly in my direction, watching me suck my finger clean. She nervously stared at my smooth pussy.

'Are you ever tempted?' I asked as I rocked my left leg so elegantly.
She suddenly gasped and shook her head in disbelief, 'sometimes,' she quietly replied.

A moment of silence ensued as she observed my state of arousal. I purposely displayed some pink as I opened my labia wide. 'I'm sorry, I'm just,... 'It's okay' she quietly whispered. Her catatonic stare was sensational.

'I saw you looking at my shorts,' I said to her.

She blushed yet didn't respond. I continued to bait her. I knew she could hear how wet I was becoming. When her eyes rose to meet mine, I licked my lips so provocatively.

Suddenly she rose from her seat and proceeded towards the door. 'I must have upset her,' I said to myself with regret. Instead of leaving the room, she locked the door. I observed as she washed several tools and closed a number of products that were lying open, then she washed her hands at the sink.

My heart was racing as I laid there touching myself in front of her. She stared at me with great concern, then a smile appeared on her face.

'What are you doing?' she asked.

I inserted that index finger again and twisted it in circles. She took a step forward then stopped in her tracks.

'I won't tell a soul,' I whispered, as I stared into her eyes so lustfully.
'You're dangerous,' she said as she gazed at my pussy, without any concern whatsoever.

She slowly walked forward and returned to her seat beside me. She traced her finger down my stomach, then trailed it down my leg.

'Damn you,' she said as she accepted her fate. She stood and placed her chair between my legs, then she slowly took a seat.

'Go for it,' I whispered as I scooted myself closer.

I wanted to breach her morals that have been tested many times. Her eyes were hungry. I quietly sat in that chair while she violated policy. She devoured my smooth treat with such delight.

'Eat that pussy,' I kept whispering as I twisted my hips from side to side.

I listened to her desperate moans of approval. I wrapped my legs around her and trapped her between them. 'Eat me,' I repeated. I suddenly came all over her face. She raised my legs and tongued my ass too. I was gasping uncontrollably. 'Get some,' I whispered softly.

That woman ate me like there was no tomorrow. I misread her look of concern which turned out to be her way of eying the prize. I held her head and basted her whole face. 'That's it,' I said to her as she turned it up a notch.

A sudden knock on the door indicated that her next customer was waiting. She quickly retreated and left the room immediately. I laid there trembling with arousal. To avoid any entanglements, I quickly dressed and returned to the lobby.

As I stood by the counter to pay the bill my attendant smirked and fought the urge to acknowledge what just occurred. Her professional status returned yet we both knew her breath smelled like pussy.

I often wonder how many times she was invited to indulge. The temptation must be unbearable at times. I'll never forget. / Carrie