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Wax Job

by Mat Twassel

Copyright© 2022 by Mat Twassel

Fiction Sex Story: After a discussion with her boyfriend, Meghan decides to get a wax job. Illustrated.

Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult   Consensual   Fiction   Illustrated   .

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My BF suggested I get a wax job. We talked about it and since I like him and was curious myself...

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Kelly has been doing my hair forever. Trim, youthful, and sexy, she got divorced early then remarried. No kids. She shoots in a women’s gun club and she and her husband have motorcycles that they use for day trips and some overnights. As far as I know she is straight, never a hint of another woman or cheating. She knows my complete life story.

So while getting a cut and highlights, I floated the idea of getting waxed. Playing a bit shy, I asked if she does that (I knew she didn’t) and she said they have a woman who does it and other hair removal, eyebrows, facial hair, etc. Being coy again I said that I wouldn’t want a stranger to do it.

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“Oh, Maria is very good!”

“I know, I just don’t want...” I didn’t finish the sentence. Kelly was trimming and we were quiet.

“Would you do it?”

Silence. A thoughtful silence, and I was getting aroused.

“I could do it, maybe early some morning.”

Honestly no other woman has seen me—plenty of men—so the idea of baring and being touched, especially by Kelly, was a sexy thought. She likes me a lot and her delayed response and her husky, sexy voice made my middle tingle a bit.

So a week later at 7:30 am I showed up. I had slept alone that night and took a thorough shower.

Kelly was already there. The place was almost empty, no receptionists, just a few gals getting ready for the day. I walked in and she was there and in a businesslike way she ushered me upstairs and through a door to the esthetician’s area. I had never been alone with her this close. I changed into the usual gown but this time my clothes and underwear were gone and I was wearing just my bra. I sat on the table, kind of narrow, nice vinyl, swung my legs around and put my head back.

 
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