Mary pushed her panties down and stepped out of them, then climbed onto the leather couch. The beautician gently spread Mary’s legs and, positioning her stool at the end of the table, began to snip away the longer strands of hair. Then she spread a warm wax over the remaining fuzz, before pressing a strip of linen into the wax. Holding the skin taut, she ripped away the strip of cloth, leaving the skin almost completely bare. Mary bit down hard upon her lip to keep from shrieking out in pain and then realised, to her cringing embarrassment, that she was becoming wet. The young girl was leaning forward to tease out any stray hairs that the wax had missed and Mary was sure that the girl would be able to smell the tang of her juices, as they welled in her pussy. Mary could feel the girl’s breath on her skin and the tugging of the tweezers as she deftly plucked out the remaining strands. The girl dribbled a little soothing lotion onto Mary’s smooth skin, working it in with her fingertips until the skin was softened and smooth.
“There you are, Madam. Now if you will turn over I’ll finish you off.”
Mary frowned, but turned onto her belly as she was told. The Beautician pushed buttons on a control unit and the couch under her hips rose, while the head and foot lowered, raising her bare bottom. The girl pulled on rubber gloves and gently wiped the cleft between her cheeks with a soothing cloth. The she poured a stream of wax, cooler than before, along the length of her cleft. She pressed another narrow strip of linen into the wax and, pausing for a breath, ripped the strip away. Mary cried out at the pain and the unexpected spark from deep in her pussy but the girl just placed the linen strip in the waste and leaned forward with her tweezers. Mary could feel the tugs, as the girl plucked the few straggly hairs that were left. The tugs were painful but Mary could still feel herself getting wetter and she hoped that her excitement was not too obvious. The girl dropped the tweezers into a dish with a loud clang and poured a little of the lotion along the cleft of Mary’s bottom, working it into the pink skin with her fingertips until the redness faded and her bottom was smooth again. A touch on the controls and the couch returned to its normal position. The girl left while Mary dressed, the air cool on her freshly bared skin. She could barely stay still as the girl swiped her credit card through the cash register and handed her the slip to sign.
On the way back to her car she almost passed one very discreet doorway, between two windows blanked out with mirror film. Stopping for a moment, she turned, read the sign that said ‘VIdeoXXX, all tastes catered for’ and pushed the door open. Inside were row upon row of video tapes covering every form of sexual activity Mary had imagined and a few that were totally beyond her conception Fortunately, the covers were plainly illustrated, some only bearing a title. She found the category she was looking for and chose a tape, almost without looking at the title. She avoided meeting the counter assistant’s eye as she handed over her cash and took the paper bag in exchange.
Mary practically ran back to her car, desperate to get home and bathe, touching herself as she day-dreamed about Mark and what she would allow, no encourage, him to do with her. Another part of her wanted to get away from the mall before she ran into somebody she might know. She slid behind the wheel and buckled her seatbelt, barely aware of what she was doing. With less than half her thoughts on her driving, Mary managed to drive home without mishap, only by good fortune. She carried her purchases quickly up to her bedroom and laid them out on the bed. Then she went downstairs and carried her VCR into the bedroom, followed by the TV from the study. A few moments with the connectors and she was ready for a very private video showing.
Mary went into the bathroom and ran hot water, splashing expensively scented bath oil into the tub. Stripping out of her dress, bra and panties, she looked at her watch before kicking off her shoes and slipping into the warm scented water. Slowly she relaxed, the warm water caressing her bare mound and buoying her tender breasts as she smoothed the water over her body.
Mark’s day had been almost as full. He too had slept fitfully, dreams mingling with memories of Mary touching him and guiding him as she took his virginity. He had woken, hard and erect from his dreaming and headed for the shower. Soaping himself, he remembered the slick caress of Mary’s hands and the feel of her breasts squeezed around his erect cock. There had been nothing he could do but take his cock in his hand and stroke it until his cum exploded against the glass of the shower door.
Drying himself after the shower, Mark found his thoughts drifting to Mary again and he could feel the pulse in his cock strengthening as he hardened and became more erect. Gritting his teeth, he finished drying himself and quickly donned a pair of tight briefs and jeans. Pulling his t-shirt and sneakers on, he clattered downstairs and out of the front door.
At last, it was time for Mark to knock on Mary’s door. He tapped gently and waited. Mary’s voice drifted through the quiet of her house.
“Come in Mark, and shut the door, then come upstairs.”
Mark closed the door, listening to the click of the latch, then walked through the lounge and climbed the stairs to Mary’s bedroom. He paused with his hand on the door, hearing music and voices from inside. Pushing gently, he swung the door open. At the end of the bed Mark could see the television, playing a video where an older woman was bent over a the end of a sofa and a younger man was slowly pushing his swollen cock into her. Mark looked around and, in the mirror saw Mary lounging on her bed, a robe, loosely belted, covering her. Mary patted the bed and Mark stepped closer, kicking his shoes off and sinking onto the bed next to her.
Mary reached over and ran her hand over Mark’s jeans, kneading his thigh through the material. Mark groaned softly when her hand brushed over the bulge in his jeans. On the screen the woman had her eyes closed and was grunting in time with the man’s thrusting. Mary had her hand underneath his t-shirt and her long fingernails were scratching gently at his erect nipples. Mark reached over an loosened the belt of her robe, pushing the silky material back to reveal the corset and stockings that Mary had bought earlier that day. Mary’s hands drifted lower, until she could tug his belt undone and ease his fly open. Mark reached over again and slid his hands over the slippery silk to run his fingers over the curve of her breasts, squashed close together by the tight garment. Mary slid her hands inside her jeans, running her fingertips over the bulge in his straining briefs.
On the scream the woman was thrusting herself back and forth on her partner’s hugely erect cock and Mark could see her pussy stretched over the guy’s cock. The sight was exciting him and his cock was straining to escape from the constriction of his briefs. He almost screamed out when Mary slid her hand inside the silk of his briefs and gently pushed them down to free the swollen length of his cock. He slid his hand down her belly towards the soft mound of her pussy, fingertips seeking the edge of her bushy pubes. Only when he touched the puckered lips of her pussy, without meeting a single whisp of hair, did he realise that her pussy was bare tonight.
Before he could lift his head to look down at her, Mary had opened her mouth and taken the tip of his cock between her slick lips. Her tongue flicked across the tip of his helmet, pausing to tease the slit before caressing the thin strip if skin behind his glans. Slowly she drew him deeper and deeper into her mouth, gently swallowing to work him into the back of her throat. Pinning him to the bed with her hands on his hips, she began to bob her head gently. The edges of her teeth just grazed the rim of his helmet as she moved her mouth along his shaft. She could feel him swelling in her mouth, and the heat of his sperm bubbling through the narrow slit almost made her gag. Mark almost roared as he began to spurt into the back of her throat.
Mark was mortified that he had been unable to control his urge to spurt into Mary’s mouth and hung his head, not daring to meet her gaze. Mary, on the other hand, knew that he would be able to last much longer when she had coaxed him back to his full hardness. She pushed his t-shirt higher and higher, until he lifted his arms to let her slide the soft cotton over his head and along his arms. Then she pushed his jeans down his legs, Mark arching his back so that she could get them past his bottom. Mark kicked the denim away and let Mary ease his thighs apart. His tight briefs were bunched beneath the tight, wrinkled, sac holding his balls. Mary gently cradled them in her long, elegant fingers, hefting them to judge their weight and smiling as his cock twitched again. Slowly she eased the briefs all of the way down his legs, freeing Mark’s already hardening cock.
Mark reached for her again, wanting to unfasten the laces holding the corset tight against her skin, but she pushed him back onto the bed, covering his mouth with hers, and kissing him eagerly as she straddled his hips. Mark could feel his cock heating up and hardening as Mary’s tongue twined with his, teasing him. He could taste himself on her lips and in her mouth as they kissed. Mary took a little pity upon him and lifted her breasts from inside the corset, resting them on his chest, her hard nipples rubbing gently against his soft skin. The tip of his cock left a slippery trail from her belly to the hood covering her erect clit as she rubbed her swollen mound against the head of his cock, smearing the clear pre-cum mixed with the last drops of cum from her blow-job.
Mark was helpless beneath her and, whatever he did, Mary just pressed him back down onto the bed with her breasts or her belly. Now her nipples ached and the friction against Mark’s chest only made them more swollen and tender.
