Barbara’s Brazilian

You’ve got to do this,” my friend Jenny had told me. She sent me to a beauty salon where there was a woman who did Brazilian bikini waxes. I wasn’t sure what it was, but she told me to wear a thong, so I was a little nervous.Barbara, who did the waxings, told me to lie on the table and relax. I felt so naked lying there in only my short cut-off t-shirt and my thong panties. “Lift your hips,” she said softly. I did and she pulled the thong down. First she trimmed my pubic hair, letting tufts of the soft fur fall onto my thighs. When she had left only a brief stubble, she reached for the wax and spread it on in small strips.

I felt a slight tingle in my legs and my pussy as the warm wax dripped through my hair and onto my skin. Barbara worked quickly, painting the wax over my sensitive mons, laying down soft strips of tape, and then pulling them off quickly. A warm feeling spread through my pelvis, and I could feel my pussy dripping onto the soft cream-colored sheet that I was lying on. I hoped that Barbara wouldn’t notice.

When she had finished using the wax, my nipples were hard, my cunt was aching with arousal, and there was only a thin strip of hair left down the center of my pubis. I moved my head up and looked at it, tasting my soft skin with my fingertips and then trailing them along the patch of soft hair she had left. “Nice,” I said, moving to pull my thong back up.

“Oh we’re not done yet,” she said. “Roll over and get on your elbows and your knees.” I looked at her nervously, but she just smiled and patted my hip gently. I rolled over as she directed and knelt on the table. The smell of my wet cunt mingled with the scent of the wax in the air, and I blushed furiously. Barbara repeated the waxing ritual between my thighs, moving my slick cunt lips out of the way with her fingertips as she removed the hair from around my labia.

I was trembling with desire every time her fingertips touched my cunt lips, less from Barbara’s actual presence than from the way her fingertips were working so efficiently. But the best part was yet to come. I felt her hands spreading my ass cheeks apart, and the warm touch of the wax stick along my anus. She painted around the bud with gentle strokes, and I closed my eyes and my mouth, trying hard to keep from letting her know that I was coming. When she pressed the soft strip down and then pulled firmly to remove it, I couldn’t help it, I bucked and moaned in pleasure, my pussy and anus clenching in orgasm.

“All done,” she said, pulling my thong back up. I put on my jeans, blushing, and went all the way home with a pleasant tingling between my thighs. I couldn’t wait to show my boyfriend my new Brazilian wax.