I have always been pretty focused on self care, I like to have my body feel and look good. It’s a pretty important part of my life. Because of that reason, after a few years of shaving my pubes and having to deal with stubble and ingrown hair, I started to get laser hair removal. The first time I did it, the hot laser hurt a little, but it was worth it – I really love how my pussy looks with the completely smooth skin. Since my first visit, I had been going to the professionals regularly, as they told me my hair grows really slowly, so I need at least 8 sessions, every 6-8 weeks.
So, I’m pretty much a regular at their place, and started to know the people working there pretty well. My usual technician has been a really nice girl called Mindy, around my age, who shared a lot of interests – so the appointments were usually over in a breeze.
Today, I go in for my second to last appointment, already seeing and feeling great results. Only very few, super thin hairs are left. So I was stoked to get rid of these and have a perfectly smooth vulva.
As I’m sitting on the bus, I get a message on my phone, so I pull it up. It’s from a guy I met on a dating app recently, who I hope is going to be my next FWB. I pull up the message, and it’s a photo. His erection is standing proud, closely to the camera and filling the whole picture frame. “Thinking about you”, he adds to the message.
I gasp and blush, I hope nobody else sitting around me saw what I pulled up on my phone. I get a little hot and flustered thinking about his cock, hoping I don’t get too wet because I had to get off for my appointment at the next stop.
I leave the bus, definitely feeling a little damp in my panties, but I calm myself down thinking it won’t be too bad, Mindy was really chill and understanding so it was no big deal. I enter the studio, and go into the treatment room, where I take my pants and panties off and get comfortable on the examination table, waiting for Mindy to come in. As I wait, I mindlessly browse reddit on my phone.
Finally, I hear the door open and close, and without looking up say “Hi Mindy!” – but then I suddenly hear a voice I don’t recognize. “Hello. I’m James, and I’ll be your technician for today, as Mindy is sadly out sick.”
I jump from surprise and look up – it’s not Mindy at all, instead the person who came in is a tall, slender guy with black hair wearing the white medical apron of the clinic. I’m shocked and don’t know what to do, as I sit there bottomless and my pants over the back of the chair, which is standing in the other corner of the room. Is this real? Is he actually going to want to work on me today? Hes a guy!!! Is that normal? I have no idea what’s going on and my thoughts go crazy, as my eyes follow him around.
He looks completely professional, as he gets and puts on the gloves, as he checks my client file and gets the laser gun from the locked cabinet. “Almost the last treatment, is it? So you’re as good as done, that’s great news isn’t it?” he asks, trying to make smalltalk.
I’m still super nervous, and almost about to stand up and run out of the room. What are they thinking? Why did they send a man to laser me today? Are they crazy, or am I crazy? Maybe it’s really completely normal, this is a professional operation after all, like at the doctor …
Deep in these thoughts, I almost dont realize that he is now standing right in front of me. “Okay Lisa, let’s see where we are at. Open up!”
My heart is beating incredibly fast in my chest, and I feel like I’m choking, I can’t get a word out. I realize I’m just sitting here and it’s taking too long and getting awkward – so I just take the easy way out and slowly start opening up my legs. Apparently, that is too slow for him, so he gently grabs my ankles and pulls my legs apart. His hands feel stronger than I would have expected as he does it. Now I lie here on the examination table, my pussy in clear view of this guy I had never seen. I hold my breath.
He turns on the bright light above me and leans in, examining the situation. “That already looks really good .. just a few ..” – he stretches out his hand and softly runs two fingers over my skin. I gasp. “.. just a few follicles left, but we’ll take care of them in no time.” He turns around and grabs the laser device. I feel like I’m having a fever or like it’s getting insanely hot in the room. Then he turns around again and takes his fingers, applying the cooling lotion, and puts them on me and starts to spread it. His fingers touch me right above my clit, where my little landing strip used to be.
His touch feels electrifying, I had never felt this way with Mindy. Was it just because he was a guy? Was it all in my perverted mind? I realise that I’m getting excited, as I feel warmth spread in my lady parts despite the cooling lotion trying to fight it. Suddenly, I’m reminded of the photo of my friends hard cock that I had received just ten minutes ago. This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen, and with him instead of Mindy here it’s even worse than I had feared. But I couldn’t get up now, could I?
He starts the treatment, and the slight hot pain of the laser almost feels … good? Everytime he pulls the device away, I can’t wait for the touch of his fingers applying some more lotion, trying to ease the pain. My breathing is getting heavier and I think he can notice it. I’m pretty sure he’s starting to touch me for much longer than he needs to. But I don’t say anything, I don’t mind it. His fingers are now almost constantly probing around my pussy, touching my most intimate and sensitive spots repeatedly, and I can’t help but let out a gasp.
He definitely notices, as he looks at my face with a cunning smile for a second, before he goes back to “work” on me. Now, before every application of the laser, he caresses me with his fingers, as if he was trying to feel out spots with a little hair left. He’s moving slowly, from the upper outside of my bikini area towards my slit, and in one or two more rounds, he’s going to touch me right in the middle. I feel myself getting wet with excitement, but I don’t care anymore. Finally, he puts his fingers right on my labia. I squeal. He smiles. My pussy is incredibly sensitive by now, and as he finally puts a finger right next to my clit, applying some pressure on it, I let out an actual moan. Then he does the same thing again, approaching my pussy from the other side. I am dripping wet, and it’s clearly visible.
He then puts the laser device away, and says “I think the treatment for today is done. Is there anything else I can do for you, Lisa?” I just look at him with a pleading face, unable to hide my desparation. “Please.” is all I say. He steps back in between my legs, and looking completely professionally, takes his gloves off, saying “We wouldn’t want to get any of the cooling lotion on the sensitive parts of your skin, right?” I don’t say a word, and just twitch my head in agreement, as I watch his hand get closer to my delicate flower again. Every second now. I am waiting for the touch, and when it finally comes, my body jolts. He places his fingers right in the middle of my folds, feeling my warmth and wetness.
He starts to move them and caress my pussy, every inch of my skin that is longing for his touch. Finally, he places a finger on my clit, very gently, and starts to move it in circles. I moan so loud that I was sure the girls at the reception table could hear me. But all I want is more, his hands feel so incredible. He then adds another finger, pinching my clit in between them, and almost jerking it off gently, up and down. I had never been touched in that way, with such expertise. Suddenly, I feel another pair of fingers. He’s taking his other hand, stretching out two fingers, and puts them on top of my dripping opening.
But he doesn’t do anything, and just keeps on massaging my clit. I’m begging for release, pleading him with my eyes to push in. And then he finally does. He shoves his two fingers deep into my pussy, my excessive wetness allowing for easy access. Again, I let out a short scream and my vision starts to get blurry. He starts to move his fingers, in an upwards motion, as he continues to rub my clitoris. These sensations are too much for me, within less then a minute, it drives me over the edge. My walls start to hug his fingers closely as my pussy pulses with the orgasm rolling over me. A long, loud groaning escapes my mouth as I lose all control, and I squirt all over the table, floor and his hands. My eyes roll back in my head, and I collapse, just having had one of the most intense orgasms of my life.
As I need to catch my breath, I see him walk around, clean everything up with swift movements, and walk to the door. He turns back, says “That was it for today, Lisa. See you next time!”, and leaves.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xx7yk2/fm_me_and_the_cute_hair_removal_technician