One of my go-to fantasies for the past few years has been the following:
I make an appointment to visit a salon/spa to have a Brazillian wax done. When the appointment comes around, I go to the spa, and nervously fill in my details, waiting for my appointment to start. A therapist, kind and friendly, comes out of a room at the end of a corridor and welcomes me in, smiling at me as she asks me to remove my clothing and cover myself with a towel. She leaves, and I strip naked, lying down on the table and covering myself with the towel provided.
While I lie there, my heart is beating hard in my chest, and my nervousness is palpable. The therapist knocks on the door and asks if she can come back in. I signal that she can, and when she comes back, she starts to fiddle with the waxing equipment, making sure it’s the right temperature. She pulls the towel off me and asks what she needs to do. I indicate to her that I’m there for a Brazillian wax, and that I’d like to focus on removing the hair from the base of the shaft of my penis. With two fingers, she lightly holds the base of my penis to inspect the situation, and then lets go. It flops to one side, pulsing slightly.
She positions my legs apart, and then grabs some baby powder. She sprinkles it all over the area, and then scoops up some wax and begins to spread it along the skin above my pelvic bone. It dries and she rips it off – I bite my tongue and swallow the pain. As she does more and more strips, I start to relax into it, not finding it as painful as I had expected. As the continues, I start to notice that I’m becoming so relaxed that my penis is beginning to harden. I do what I can to think of something un-sexy, but due to the stimulation of the area, my efforts are in vain, and it continues to grow. She smiles slightly, commenting that it’s normal and I shouldn’t be embarassed.
After a minute or two, my penis stands fully erect, throbbing and stiff. The therapist works around it, and eventually notes that she’s going to start removing the hair around the base. She strokes a scoop of wax along the underside of my penis, and uses her hand to stroke the wax firmly to ensure its sticking properly. The stimulation starts to make my heart beat faster, and despite my best efforts to distract myself, the arousal inside me grows stronger and stronger with each stroke. A thin film of sweat forms on my brow and my cheeks flush as I desperately try to control myself.
She rips the wax off, once again scooping hot wax and stroking it along the shaft of my penis. She presses against the wax, the base of her fingers pressing in a pushing motion against the sensitive frenulum of my penis.
Pretty soon, I begin to realise that I am starting to lose the ability to withhold the inevitable – an orgasm is fast approaching and the more I try and avoid it, the stronger its impending pulses become. She works effortlessly and unknowingly of the coming eruption. It gets to the point where I have no choice but to surrender to the explosion, and to my embarassment, my penis pulses one final time and erupts warm, creamy cum all over my stomach and her hand. My hips buck in uncontrollable pleasure and I stifle moans of climactic release. She removes her hand quickly, and as she does immediately begin to apologise. She smiles at me, looking directly at my face, and reassures me that what has just happened is completely natural and acceptable. She even asks how I feel and if it felt better now that I had had a release.
She grabs some tissue paper and wipes my cum from my stomach, all the while reassuring me. She strokes the area around my pelvis lightly to check for any remaining hairs, and once again coats the area in baby powder before telling me it’s time to get dressed again and meet her out front to book a follow up appointment. She smiles, and once again reassures me in a friendly manner that what happened was nothing to feel embarassed or ashamed of, and that she was glad I felt relaxed enough to experience it.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ju1ikm/an_accident_at_a_beauty_salon