The Wax

Well after some trouble with my archives and IM tag with my MG I am able to share the story/fantasy she had written about me on her sex blog. I thought it was an amazing read.

I don't know this woman all that well. We have shared some emails and IM's but there is something about her that drives me crazy. Like when she talks about eating my pussy and calling me a "good little whore". I love it! Something tells me she is a bit dominate and I have never been in something like that. I think it would just be so fun to be used by a woman.
Mmmmmm, she is a great find indeed.

I never knew the thought of getting a bikini wax from another woman would be so erotic to me. Re-reading this has me all squirmy and wet. I hope you enjoy.

Here is the story that she conjured up after our SIMOTW last week. Enjoy!! I did and and will again and again reading this.

the wax
She was pleasantly surprised to learn that I have all my own supplies for bikini waxing and asked shyly if I would mind doing hers. I smiled and asked if she'd had them done before, and how much she liked taken off. "All of it," she replied softly. "Full brazilian." I told her, anytime. She said, "how about now?" So we got off our bar stools, paid the tab, and walked the four blocks back to my house, where I plugged in the wax warmer, set up an area with towels and supplies, and opened another bottle of wine while the wax melted. Even though we'd teased and kissed in play and I knew her sexual preferences were the same as mine, I wanted her to be relaxed and comfortable. She said she was ready for the pain and the pleasure, and I saw the message in her eyes that told me exactly what that meant.

After a while, we went back upstairs and I asked her to make herself comfortable on the towels but that I definitely needed her naked from the waist down. She took everything off and I playfully rebuked her, telling her that her gorgeous breasts were going to distract me. She reminded me that I was going to be taking everything off so it wasn't like I could remove the wrong patch of hair now, could I? I spread her legs apart and, with the best professional demeanor I could muster, examined her like an artist looking at her canvas.

We'd had sexy IM chats before but here I was faced with those very parts I'd typed to her about caressing, parts like I am intimately familiar with on myself. To further tease me, I could catch just a whiff of her scent and I caught myself subconsciously licking my lip. She giggled at me and, with a rueful grin, I stirred the wax as a distraction.

I had warned her that I'd never done this before but had had it done to me enough times to get an idea of it, and she agreed to ride my learning curve. I decided to start on her thigh and work my way in, and touched it lightly so as to prepare her mentally for where the wax would go. She sucked in her breath and it was my turn to laugh at her. I applied the wax with the stick, laid down the cloth strip, pressed, then tore it off quickly. She gasped but it came cleanly and took the hair with it, so I gained some confidence and began to prepare the next.

After a few pulls, her thigh was done and I began to move over the crease where her panties would sit and over her mound. I asked if she was handling the pain okay and she said that it wasn't that bad. In fact, she echoed my opinion that the procedure was somewhat arousing. I smiled and told her that I was glad she was enjoying it.

Where the skin became looser, I had to use my fingers to hold it firm before tearing away the strip so as to minimize pain and bruising. When she gasped, I blew on the newly bared spot lightly and, looking up at her face, caught a glimpse of her lips parted in pleasure. I decided to finish her left half before moving back in from the right, and asked her to maneuver a bit so that I could get the skin next to her labia. As she wriggled, I saw the wetness glistening there. "You ARE enjoying this!" I exclaimed and she cast me a devilish look as she replied, "oh yes!"

After her left side was done, I rubbed the wax-off cream into her skin to clean any remnants of stickiness from her and my fingers before moving onto the second half. As I made sure to cover every bit of skin I had waxed, I heard her moan so faintly, and noticed her eyes closed and her hand cupping her bare breast, fingers lightly pinching her nipple. I had been growing aroused myself but wasn't sure I could give the rest of her bikini area the attention it deserved ... at least not immediately.

I put down the lotion but continued to rub her freshly waxed skin very lightly. Then, with the backs of two of my fingers, I brushed her swollen labia ever so slightly. Her moan filled the room and her head dropped back. Encouraged, I rubbed her parted lips with my knuckle in between them and felt her fluids coat my finger immediately. Her clit swelled out proudly from under its hood and I touched it gently with the same circular motion I use on myself and saw her eyes fly open as she groaned, "oh yessssss."

My mouth was watering for her taste, and the coconut scent of the lotion only added to the temptation, but I was determined to explore her further with my fingers first. I loved watching her reactions as I rubbed her little clit and slowly inserted a finger into her. But when she wiggled down onto my hand, I sat up.

"You know, I don't think we're going to get the waxing done at this rate, missy," I said in my sternest voice. "I'd better finish the job you came here for."

"I'd rather you finish the job you were just on," she pouted, but I wanted her to want it a little longer. I wanted the lust in myself to build up too, and I wanted the extra time to think about what I was going to do with her.

The second half of the wax went as easily as the first, and I made sure to blow on her reddened skin after every pull of the cloth. Her hands were kneading her breasts and pulling at her nipples almost the entire time now. At the end, I had her turn over onto her knees so I could do her taint and around her tight little asshole, and I knew from our chats how much that turned us both on. It was done quickly and I hastened to rub the lotion into her skin so that the wax was completely gone. But as she lay on her elbows and knees, her ass wiggled in my face just a little bit, and I pressed my finger so slightly against her asshole. "Fuck yes," she moaned, and pushed back onto me. I was fully hot for her now too and, with my other hand, slid two fingers deep into her wet pussy. I could feel the shiver go through her whole body.

"On your back," I whispered, and as she obeyed, I ran to get a butt plug. I knew just what I wanted to do to her. Her legs as wide as they could go, I slid the lubricated plug into her ass, my two fingers back into her pussy, and, spreading open her lips with my other hand, began finally sucking on her sweet clit. She was so into it that I could feel her muscles squeezing my fingers as I fucked her, and the plug sliding out so that I had to push it back in with my pinky finger as part of my rhythm. My tongue and mouth did everything to her clit that I could think of, her moans guiding me. She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me deeper into her cunt and as I sat on my knees, I rubbed my own clit through my panties with the back of my heel; I knew that they were stuck to me but I was so turned on. All I could think of was the darker, warmer taste I'd get if I could make her cum.

She started to call out dirty words to me, asking me if I loved eating her pretty pink pussy, how it felt to slide my tongue into her gash. I was in agony because I wanted to touch my own clit but my hands were quite full of her. I lifted my face long enough to command her to cum in my mouth like my good little whore and something about that did it; she began screaming and I could feel the spasms in her pussy as she fell over into orgasm. I continued to rub my tongue on her clit - licking it isn't quite the expression - until she boxed my head with her knees and pushed my head off her. Her beautiful face flushed, chest heaving, she looked up at me and started to laugh.

"That was the best bikini wax I've ever had," she gasped.

"I'm glad you liked it," I smiled, wiping my chin with the back of my hand.

"Very much," she replied, sitting up. "In fact, for a tip ..." she reached in and kissed me gently but deeply, tasting her own juices on my tongue, and I felt my pussy spasm with hunger again, ".... I'm going to give you one back.

"I'm still not sure which of us was more eager as we switched places. But when I say I LOVE bikini waxes, no one knows exactly what I mean.