I got my first Brazilian about five years ago. I saw an ad on Craigslist from a woman who was just starting out. I called and made an appointment.
I went to her apartment. She was a young, attractive woman named Katie. I thought she was in the 26-28 age range, but later found out she was 19 and fresh out of aesthetician school.
She had a bedroom set up as a waxing studio. She asked if I'd ever been waxed before and I lied and said I had. She seemed more relaxed thinking I had some experience at this.
She had a coat tree in the room and so I just took off my shirt and jeans and hung them up on the coat tree. She seemed amused at my casual view of nudity.
I got on the table and she worked very slowly and methodically. I started out limp and thought I'd be able to maintain that state. Wrong. Eventually, I had a throbbing erection which I apologized for. I know from some internet reading that there are aestheticians out there who are offended by erections and will leave the room until it goes away... or the client goes away, one or the other.
With her working slow and with her face between my legs, the urge to blow a load was strong. She had to know this because she mentioned how "careful" she was in handling my erect penis. I thought I was gonna lose control when she gave me an all-too-brief post-wax rubdown with baby oil.
Eventually, she was done and I paid her before I got dressed. As I counted out the bills, she was staring at my penis the whole time.
She moved away not long after and so I found another place, an actual salon.
The wax woman's name was Brooke and she was nervous the whole time. I had the distinct feeling that she was turned on during the process, but she was very quiet and wouldn't talk much. She worked much faster than Katie and I was out and gone pretty fast.
I went back to that salon for my next waxing and Brooke was gone. (A recurring theme with wax places, I guess. No one stays for long.) The waxing was done by a woman named Alicia, a pretty blonde in her early 30's. She was very talkative and smiling the whole time she waxed me. I apologized to her for getting an erection and she said, "Don't worry about it. It makes my job easier." She, too, left for greener pastures before my next wax.
So, I went to a new salon and my waxer was a thirty-ish blonde named Ashley. It was very exciting and I was enjoying every moment of her handling me as she waxed. Unfortunately, the wax got too hot toward the end and she inadvertently burned my scrotum and I lost a chunk of scrotal skin about the size of a silver dollar. The pain was enough to prompt me to ejaculate. Ashley cleaned it up and said it was her fault, the pain probably caused it. I was bleeding pretty bad, so I stuffed some paper towels in my pants and went to the emergency room for treatment.
I had to go back a couple of days later for a follow-up and saw a different doctor, a middle Eastern woman. She could not understand waxing.
"But how did you get hot wax DOWN THERE?" she kept asking.
I explained it was hair removal, but she didn't get it. I talked about it with a friend who does ultrasound work. She is also into waxing and told me she figures that doctor "is all hairy and nasty down there. YUCK."
I didn't go back for a long while after that. When I did, I went back to Ashley. I figured she owed me after last time. But I added a new twist to my waxing routine: I took Viagra before I went in. I timed it for twenty minutes prior to my wax. It was my first time to take it, so I wasn't sure how it would act on me.
