It was a weekend exhibition event from work. It was nice to stay away, but they were hard work. Saturday would be a day of networking and talking to clients about the new product. Last time she was so tired traveling down on the day and staying over that this time she had decided to book the Friday too. As it was her own company, she had booked a nice hotel in the city with a spa, and it had treatment options if she felt like it. She arrived at midday and checked in. She had a light lunch before going to the spa, The hotel was every bit as nice as it had looked on the booking site. She had booked a more expensive hotel this time as she was staying two nights.
The spa was gorgeous, situated in the old Victorian foundations of the building, and it had an industrial vibe with arched brick ceilings and lots of original and new metal features. She relaxed in the steam room and sauna and enjoyed a swim. As she relaxed on the bed, a polite server appeared, she offered a complimentary glass of champagne, and gave her a list of treatments. She thought this was a nice touch but also clever, as the champagne had loosened her purse strings. She quite liked the idea of a full body massage, she also noticed that they had a waxing salon. It had been a while since she had been waxed, as she had matured it did not seem as important but when reading the styles buoyed by the hit of alcohol, it was the Parisian wax that had caught her eye, it was not something she had come across in her local town, and she thought, why not!
The massage was divine and relaxing, she felt soothed by the touch of the excellent masseur. Straight after the massage, another polite technician escorted her to a treatment room for her wax. She expertly explained the treatment. She had not realised that it included the removal of all the hair of her perineum and bum hole, but she thought, why not, and the procedure began. She thought that the techniques must have improved or the skill level has increased because although it stung a little it was bearable as the technician waxed, she began to feel a little bare and exposed as the hair was removed from her labia and exposed her folds it was embarrassingly arousing being completely bare apart from the cute little square of hair the Parisian left which she loved. She looked down and thought her vulva looked amazing and was worth every penny.
As she got dressed and put her lace knickers back on, she was very aware of the pleasant stinging feeling and made her conscious of the lace fabric in contact with her now bare pussy. It felt a little naughty talking to the nice man on reception whilst being acutely aroused, but she managed to book breakfast in bed for 6 am, giving her time to get ready and walk to the venue; her team were already there, setting up the stall. It was time to get some dinner and have an early night. The bed was high and huge, she got changed into her best silk camisole and French knickers for sleeping, her intention was to have read some of her new book, but as her head hit the sumptuous pillows, she fell deeply asleep.
In the morning, annoyingly, she woke earlier than the alarm call but felt relaxed and rested for the day ahead. As she recalled what a lovely day she had had the day before, she reached between her legs to feel her freshly waxed pussey. It was soft and smooth and felt extremely sensitive to her touch. She stroked the small tuft of hair that still felt cute as she moved back down, she could feel her wetness, she gently spread it around, lubricating her folds. She reached right down and felt her bare arse hole she let out a small whimper of pleasure as her finger brushed it.
Just then, there was a knock at the door and a call of "room service." She was flustered as she had lost track of time. She shouted "Come in" and sat up in bed. Her expectation as a woman staying alone was that it would be a female server, but to her surprise, it was a handsome chap in a well-presented formal uniform. He was tall and had dark black hair and a nice smile. She was suddenly aware how the soft fabric of the silk camisole and the colder air above the covers had made her large nipples erect and that they had caught his eye. He turned away professionally and placed the breakfast tray onto the side table. He must have been flustered as he caught the bottom of the duvet as he began to exit and managed to pull the duvet off the bed. From his higher position, he had a clear view of the loose-fitting French knickers and of a very exposed and bare pussy that was glistening and wet, and aching for attention.
Her heart skipped a beat a combination or excitement confusion and embarrassment waved though her, all the time he was transfixed with the site of a real women with curves her delicious soft feminine body, beautiful glistening pussy and hard erect nipples she could tell he was impressed by what he saw. She instinctively closed her legs. She was then overcome with a feeling that it was this young man who was out of his comfort zone and that it was she who had the power in this dynamic and had no reason to be embarrassed. This thought took over her, and she couldn't believe what she was about to do. Feeling this sudden rush of power, she opened her legs slowly, exposing all of her glistening pink folds, and asked.
