I was surprised he opened the door so fast after I knocked. He was smiling kindly - not a lecherous smile – not the smile of a man who’d seen me stand in front of him shamelessly with my skirt pulled up and my panties pulled down. Not the smile of a man who’d seen me play with my pussy and give him a hand job in a dressing room. And surely, not the smile of a man that licked his spent cum up from my belly - but the warm smile of a good and trusted friend.
“Come in, come in!” He said. Opening the door wide and reaching for my overnight bag at the same time.
I thought for a moment I might turn in fear and run back to my car, but his inviting smile and the fact that he seemed so at ease – so normal – made it easy to take the next few steps through his front door into his entry way. I shuttered as the door closed behind me, partly because of the unknown that awaited me, and partly due to the wetness that was so evident to me in my panties.
“Any trouble getting here?” He asked. “Come on,” he said, urging me into his living room, and setting my small overnight bag next to the stairs, “let me show you around.”
Jay reached out to me, took my hand in his and gave me a tour of his nice home. We went into each room and he talked casually about the house and some of the furnishings. He took me into his den, or his office as he called it, and it was filled with books and pictures and trophies. Across the hall there was a big, formal bathroom with a double sink, shower, tiled floor and lots of mirrors. We stopped there briefly so I could peek in.
What caught my eye in the bathroom was the large stack of immaculately folded fluffy towels and washcloths sitting on top of the vanity. They looked curiously out of place, and I wondered why someone would need this many towels and washcloths. Before my mind could go any further, Jay lightly tugged on my hand and talked casually as we walked back toward the front of the house.
We turned a corner and there were some stairs leading down. “The basement?” I asked, as I began to take a step down.
“Yes, sort of. Actually, it’s a play room.” Jay said, matter of factly, “But, I’d prefer we stay up here for now. That’s for later, Sally.”
I turned to look at Jay, and I detected something different in his eyes, something different and inconsistent from his gentle way – something secretive. I started to ask him what was down there, but he tugged on my hand again and led me back toward his living room simply saying, “Let’s talk upstairs.”
I knew from the way he said it there was something down there he didn’t want me to see. From the brief glimpse I got looking down past the plush carpeted stairs and thick wooden hand rail, the room looked large and well lighted – perhaps it was his ‘man cave’. But, before my brain could take it any further, he’d deftly reached down and picked up my overnight bag and then before I knew it, we were standing in the upstairs hallway, and he’d stopped. Jay reached out and took hold of my other hand so that he was holding both of them, slowly raised both together and lightly kissed them the way a knight would kiss the hand of his queen.
He nodded to a room at the end of the hall saying, “That’s the master bed room. You’ll see that later.” Then, gesturing to the closed door to the right of us he said, “This used to be my daughter’s room, Sally.” Then looking to his left he said, “and this used to be her bathroom. But, for now and until you leave, these two rooms will be yours. You won’t be disturbed by anyone in either of these rooms. You and I will be the only ones on this floor of the house.”
“Go ahead,” he said, leaning us toward his daughter’s bedroom door, “open it. Let’s go in and talk.”
Jay wasn’t giving me time to put any of this together. My mind was still thinking about the unusual stack of towels in the bathroom downstairs, and his secretive play room. My heart was beginning to thump and I felt the palms of my hands starting to sweat, and as he nodded at me to open the door next to us, I noticed a ‘look’ in eyes – the same look he had in the changing room that day when I stood in front of him and pushed my panties down to my knees.
Carefully, like it was a delicate piece of crystal, I reached out and turned the door knob and pushed the door open. Then, feeling his hand on my waist and a slight push urging me forward, I walked into the room. As he said, there was no mistaking this as a girl’s bedroom. The walls were bright pink and there was a satiny border running along the molding at the top of the walls.
Jay gently laid my bag at the end of the large bed and sat next to it. “Here,” he said, patting the bed next to him, “sit down and let’s talk for a while.”
“Everything in here, and in the bathroom,” Jay began, “is completely at your disposal, Sally. Everything you need is up here, so there’s no need to go downstairs. When the time comes, I’ll come and get you and when we’re done, I’ll bring you right back to this room.”
“Jay,” I gracefully interrupted, “what’s going to happen to me tonight?” I asked.
“Let me get to that in a minute.” He answered. “But first, let’s cover a few other odds and ends, okay?”
I didn’t answer, and, he didn’t wait for me to agree. Instead, he smiled and took my hand in his and looked at me. “There’s no need to be frightened, Sally.” He said. “If you had any idea of the effort I went to in order to make this evening wonderful for you, I’m sure you’d be impressed. But, we’ll talk more about that in a while.”
“So, tell me,” Jay continued, “did you bring the things I asked you to bring in my email?”
“Uh huh.” I answered softly.
“And the things I asked you to do Wednesday, Thursday and today?” He added. “The waxing and the diet changes?” My mind immediately went back to his emails from the previous week. There were several things he wanted me to bring with me, but, wouldn’t tell me why, and there were things I was supposed to do on Wednesday and Thursday.
First, I was supposed to have a complete bikini wax done on Wednesday. Actually, what he specifically asked for was what they call the “Sphinx”. I’d heard the term before, and I knew it was a type of hair removal waxing, but, I wasn’t really sure what he was talking about until I started calling around to make an appointment. I found that some salons don’t do the ‘Sphinx’ – the complete hair removal ‘down there’. This kind of hair removal is not just the bikini area and the labia, but, it also includes around the back, the buttocks, and between the butt cheeks. Yeah, everything. It’s a complete hair removal. They don’t leave one follicle of hair anywhere between your waist and the top of your legs.
Now, I’ve have a bikini and a leg wax before, so I knew what to expect there. And, I’d heard some of the girls at work talk about a ‘complete’ wax job and even read about it in a magazine, but I never gave it much thought. And, I was doing fine with it until I stopped to think about the positions I was going to be in for them to remove all the little hairs that normally grow below the vagina and back up to the anus. Jay, in his instructions didn’t allow for any discussion or bartering here at all. His email said: “On Wednesday, I want you to have a complete bikini wax, Sally. Tell them you want a ‘Sphinx’. Make sure you do it on Wednesday – no earlier and no later.”
And so, I mustered up all my courage and made the appointment. When it was over, I felt like I’d been so exposed – so utterly open – that by the time the woman was done, I felt like she’d seen more of my private places than any doctor or lover had ever seen.
