Ed and Sandy came into money late in life. She had retired and he was on the cusp of retirement when, against all odds, they won the lottery. The national lottery jackpot was sufficient to ensure that they would never have to worry about money again. But it was also enough that they could spoil themselves a bit.
Neither Sandy nor Ed came from money. They were both raised in middle-class homes and they both started to work full-time in their teens. So their recently acquired fortune was a brand new thing for them both. After buying and furnishing their dream house, and buying new cars, they used some money to take care of themselves.
They hired a personal trainer/nutritionist and began to lose weight and get fit. When they both reached their weight goals, they had reconstructive plastic surgery to remove decades of stretched skin and sculpt their slimmer bodies. As a result, they both looked and felt better than they had in years. A part of their self-care routine, was the hiring of a masseur to come in every week and give them in-home massages. Sandy also hired an esthetician to come in monthly for hair removal and skin treatments.
When Sandy had her first hair removal treatment she was very self-conscious. The esthetician had told Sandy to get completely naked before the treatment. She was very professional and covered the areas that she was not treating. To have a strange woman exfoliating, waxing, and then moisturizing her legs, underarms, and face, felt great (except for the sting of the hair being pulled out) and very luxurious. But it was also a bit disconcerting to have this woman touching her upper thighs the way she did. As she was repositioning the towel that covered Sandy, the esthetician asked,
"Would you like me to do your pubic hair, or maybe just your bikini line?"
Sandy's mind whirled. She had thought about how this might come up. Her habit was to trim her pubes, but not to remove anything. Since puberty she had had abundant hair on and around her vulva. When she was younger, it was soft and curly, and a deep brunette just like the hair on her head. In those years, she didn't even trim it. She just shaved into the crease between her thighs and hips and let it go at that. But in recent years, as it turned an annoying steel-grey, her pubic hair had become straight and wiry. Now she almost had to keep it trimmed or it caused multiple problems. And she knew that the current fad was to remove all pubic hair, because it was "cleaner." She did not believe that. She believed that there was nothing wrong with the way she was created. But still, she thought about it. Years ago, on a whim, she had shaved her vulva. She had to admit that it felt exciting or exotic when it was slick and smooth. And it made sex feel very different. But the hair grew so fast that it came back as annoying stubble within a day or two. All of that raced through her mind as she mumbled,
"Just the bikini line, please."
And that was how it had been for the months since she started pampering herself. She would have her bikini line waxed and would take care of the hair trimming herself (or have Ed do it). She had noticed though, that the bikini line needed less upkeep now than it had in the beginning. Over time, it had stopped growing back as fast or as thick as it had in the past. That made her wonder if she should try "going bare down there."
Sandy had always been shy and self-conscious. But recently she had become accustomed to having Shaye — her esthetician — and Philip — their masseur — touch her in somewhat intimate ways. She had even stopped keeping her panties on when receiving a massage. Neither Philip nor Shaye had ever touched her in an inappropriate way, and she felt very comfortable with them both.
Due to a scheduling problem, Shaye and Philip were on the calendar to come on the same day. Ed had cancelled his massage that day, for an appointment across town. So when Shaye rang the doorbell, Sandy was alone in the house. When she saw Shaye on the doorbell camera, she just wrapped herself in a towel and answered the door. They hugged hello and Shaye led the way into their spacious home gym, where the massage table was set up. Sandy had already covered the table with a sheet and had set out a small side table for Shay to put her equipment on.
Sandy laid on the table, on her back, with her large beach towel covering her torso. As the hair removal wax heated up, Shaye began to moisturize Sandy's feet and hands. They chatted about families and local goings-on. Then, somewhat on a whim, she said,
"I think that I want you to remove my pubic hair today." She didn't know why, but she instantly felt her cheeks redden with embarrassment.
Shaye stopped rubbing cream into her feet long enough to look up and say, "Really? I thought you weren't interested in the hairless look."
"I know," Sandy said. "But I've been wondering what it would be like. And now that I've experienced how long waxing lasts, I just thought it might be time for something new."
"Okay. Do you want to leave any hair at all — like a patch above your vulva, or a 'landing strip?' Or do you want to go full Brazilian wax?"
Now Sandy's cheeks were really red. She had never talked about her pubic hair with anyone except Ed. This just seemed ... naughty, somehow. And that made it exciting.
"I guess if I'm going to do this thing, I might as well go all the way." she said.
Shaye smiled at her. "No need to be embarrassed. Everybody who does this regularly had a first time. The wax is just about up to temperature. I'll do some trimming first and then we'll start waxing. Do you want to do the familiar places first, or the 'new territory?'"
"Let's do what I'm used to, first. That way I can ease into this." She smiled. But the smile belied some trepidation about what was to come. Having your pubic hair pulled out didn't sound like her idea of a good time. But the thought of doing it was so exciting that she already had a tingling between her legs.
Shaye did her usual quick and efficient job of removing the stubble from Sandy's upper lip, chin, underarms, and legs. Then she said,
"Okay. Here we go." She uncovered Sandy's pubis and folded the towel carefully across her stomach and breasts. It almost slipped off, several times.
Sandy's eyes were closed and her cheeks were red, as she grabbed the towel and threw it to the floor.
"Now that you've seen what you've just uncovered, the towel seems sort of silly."
As Shaye grabbed her clippers and started trimming Sandy's pubic hair, she kept talking, trying to put her client at ease.
"I have never seen your breasts before. They are very nice."
Sandy raised her head and chuckled, "You mean, 'for a woman my age?'"
"No!" Shaye said, emphatically. "I mean, for anyone. They have a really lovely shape and size."
Sandy laughed again. "They should. They cost enough!"
Shaye was shocked. "No way! They look completely natural."
"Yeah," Sandy said, "that's what I paid for. I didn't want anything obvious at all. In fact, I told the surgeon that if anyone other than Ed ever saw them, I wanted them to walk away wondering if they were fake."
"They truly are beautiful." Shaye continued. "I'm younger than your kids and I only wish mine looked that good." She stood back from the table and raised her shirt and bra. "See." she said.
This was the first time that Sandy had seen another woman's breasts up close. She had seen other women in locker rooms, but in those instances, she was not supposed to look. Now though, Shaye was inviting her to look. Even though she considered herself to be heterosexual, Sandy had to admit that seeing Shaye topless was something of a turn-on. She smiled and said,
"Those are nothing to be ashamed of! I only wish that I had your nipples. And your kids don't seem to have ruined your breasts, as happens to women so often."
Now it was Shaye's turn to be embarrassed. She blushed and said, "Yeah, my husband loves my nipples. And I guess my breasts have survived childbearing pretty well. I'd still like to have the shape and perkiness of yours, though."
She pulled her clothes back over her breasts and picked her clippers back up. When the buzzing machine came into contact with her clitoris, Sandy jumped from the enjoyable sensation. And she felt a surprising disappointment at not being able to see the other woman's breasts anymore. Her sexual excitement was seriously growing now. She could feel the moisture beginning to work its way out of her vagina.
Shaye pulled the skin of Sandy's vulva tight as she ran the clippers over it. That caused her labia to open. And out came the juices. Sandy was instantly embarrassed again.
"Don't worry about that." Shaye reassured her. "It is perfectly normal. I'm touching a very sensitive spot and now I have this vibrating tool in my hands. Your body is reacting how bodies react. When I do this on men, erections are inevitable too." She giggled when she said that.
"You've done this to men too?" Sandy said, in genuine surprise.
"Absolutely. The first few times were both exciting and unnerving for me. After a while though, it was just another job. But you would be surprised at how many men want a 'happy ending,' after I finish waxing them."
"Do you ever do it?" Sandy asked, somewhat breathlessly.
"Never have and never will. But ... sometimes I've been tempted."
Now the liquid was running freely from Sandy's vagina. Shaye put the warm wax on one side of he labia. She was rubbing it with a fabric strip as she said,
"There is one man who hires me a few times a year. When he gets hard, it's almost as long as my forearm!" She laughed softly and then growled, "I would love to see that thing do what it does!"
Just then Shaye pulled on the fabric-covered wax on her vulva. Pain shot up to her brain and she yelped. But the pain was almost immediately replaced by a dramatic jump in her level of excitement. Her legs opened as far as they could on the narrow table and she prayed that Shaye might touch her clitoris. She desperately needed to have something inside her and to have her clit rubbed, hard!
Shaye spread wax on the other side and was rubbing her labia with the cloth. Sandy thought she might orgasm just from this touching. She couldn't believe how excited she was, and how good it felt to have the skin pulled back and forth across her clitoris. No one but Ed (and gynecologists — ugh) and herself had touched her labia since she was a child, playing 'doctor.'
RIP! The next wax came off and the pain mixed with the desire, almost making Sandy light-headed. She couldn't believe how the pain made the pleasure so much stronger. Shaye was working faster now that the first few big areas were done.
"Oh my God." Sandy thought. Shaye was working on the hair that grew inside her outer lips. The warm wax was right next to her clit. There was the cloth covering. "Oh ..." Shaye was rubbing the cloth to make the wax stick firm. And there it came ... an enormous orgasm!
She had been trying so hard to hold it back, that when it came on, it was stronger than anything she had experienced in years. The orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. She went as stiff as a corpse. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut. Then the pulsing spasms started. The feeling was absolutely exquisite pleasure. She rode the feeling like a wave, until it finally started to ebb. When her body finally relaxed, she opened her eyes and remembered where she was and who was next to her.
