my [f]irst waxing with Sarah

[After my [first story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/io61wk/getting_to_know_people_im_college_f/) was so well received – thank you again! – i thought i would share more. as before, this is from memory as best I can as it happened a few years ago.]

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The munch when I met John and Sarah was on a Saturday morning. For the rest of the weekend, Sarah and I texted back and forth, getting to know each other (we hadn’t spoken at the munch) and talking about meeting up again. We also talked about what John liked (bdsm obviously, anal, watersports… which I had to look up, and other stuff I had never heard of) and didn’t like, what Sarah liked (basically everything John liked, except anal which she hated), and what my limits were (I didn’t really know yet). The whole time Sarah made me feel comfortable and welcome as I explored this new part of me. I couldn’t wait to meet up again, and every time my phone buzzed from Sarah’s texts I got this butterfly excitement feeling in my stomach. At the time, I thought I was getting excited by the idea of John but looking back on it I realize I was excited to talk to Sarah too – I had never been with a woman (conservative upbringing, etc etc) and it was a new experience to be this sexually open with a woman and to be so turned on by it.

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As I mentioned in my first story, I had shaved a landing strip before going to the munch where I met John and Sarah. It was my first time shaving down there – I had seen landing strips in some porn videos and thought I’d try it. When Sarah told me John didn’t like my landing strip, I was crushed to be honest. It was embarrassing to have tried something new, designed entirely to please someone else and fit in, and be rejected. I was motivated to be better at pleasing John. Looking back on it, I wonder if this was a type of test or intentional manipulation of some sort. At the time, though, I was entirely focused on pleasing John. Sarah had asked if I had ever had a Brazilian wax and, sheepishly, I told her that I hadn’t. We made plans to meet at a waxing salon a couple weeks later (my class schedule was crazy and Sarah told me my hair needed to grow back in a bit before the waxing).

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The day of the waxing appointment, Sarah texted and told me to wear a loose dress with no panties (I would thank her for the suggestion later, but at the time I thought it was odd). Hoping I was appropriately dressed, I arrived at the salon and sat in the waiting room. When Sarah walked in I remember feeling my face light up and a big goofy smile cross my face – I must have looked like a dork. I don’t remember what she was wearing exactly, but I recall that Sarah looked confident and sexy and powerful. She was still wearing the same dainty metal collar she wore at the munch – I made a mental note to ask her about it.

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“How are you doing,” she asked. “Fine,” I responded, “but really nervous.” “Don’t worry, we’ll do it together. I’ve been doing it for years, its really the only way to go… and John loves it,” she replied. Two things struck me, first “we’ll do it together” – what did that mean? Was she going to be in the room with me?? Second, “John loves it” – there it was, the real only reason I was spending a small fortune (for a college student at least) to have some stranger rip out my hair around my pussy and ass with hot wax.

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Sarah made arrangements with the front desk, and we were shown to one of the rooms in the back by the beautician. “We’re friends,” she explained to the beautician, “its her first time an she’s nervous.” “First time for everything!” the beautician responded cheerfully. I made my way to a chair in the corner of the room and quickly sat down. Seemingly on autopilot, Sarah got onto the waxing table and hiked her dress up to her mid-stomach. I was mesmerized – she had beautiful tan legs, a tight stomach, and the slightest dusting of hair around her pussy. With amazing speed, the beautician began her work, applying wax and ripping it away in efficient, even strokes. Sarah started with her legs spread, then went over on to one side, leg lifted, so the beautician could get ever little piece of hair. I found myself getting more and more aroused as I watched Sarah move, catching glimpses of her pussy and ass, watching the beautician touch Sarah’s body. Sarah didn’t make a sound the whole time, and while I couldn’t see her face to confirm she wasn’t in pain, her silence made me think that maybe this wasn’t going to be as bad as I thought.

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“Your turn!” Sarah’s exclaimed as she got off the waxing table. We traded spots, Sarah sitting in the chair in the corner of the room and me on the table. I hiked my dress up to my mid-stomach as I had seen Sarah do, but I was too nervous to spread my legs. “Spread, please” the beautician said as she gently but firmly pushed my knees apart. I felt the cool air of the room on my exposed pussy – “what a cute little pussy,” Sarah remarked from the corner of the room, “John will like that.” I melted. “Just tell her what she should do,” Sarah told the beautician, “I think she’ll be good at following orders,” she added and winked at me. I melted even more.

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I soon realized that Sarah’s silence during her waxing was from experience, not from a lack of pain. This hurt, a lot. Very warm wax, followed by the beautician’s little wooden thing spreading it, followed by a rip, followed by a squeal from me. Over and over it happened, as the beautician moved me around and told me how to hold my body so she could get to every part of me. I felt so exposed and vulnerable in a way I had never felt before. When it was done (after what felt like forever) I looked down and was amazed – it was perfectly smooth, not a hair in sight. “John will love that” Sarah said as she inspected me from her chair. I was so proud of myself, and I told Sarah. “Good, you should be. Let’s go.”

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After paying, we started walking. “We’re going back to your dorm for a little,” Sarah told me. I was surprised, it wasn’t part of the plan. “Why?” I asked. “John wanted a couple things,” she said vaguely. I was praying my suitemates weren’t there and that I had at least made my bed before leaving. When we got there, I was relieved to find the suite empty and my bed mostly made. We went into my dorm room, and I still didn’t know what was going on. I offered Sarah some water and she just giggled. “Calm down, sweetie,” she said as she sat in the chair at my desk, “now, take off your clothes.” I was shocked. I didn’t know what to do, but I didn’t want to question her. I did as instructed, finding myself naked in front of her. She took her phone from her purse and started taking pictures of my freshly bare pussy. “John wanted a couple pics,” Sarah explained in passing as if she didn’t really need to explain at all. “Now, get on your bed and masturbate,” Sarah instructed. Her voice had changed, it was lower and more authoritative. I didn’t want to question her, but the instruction worried me – I had masturbated maybe two or three times before in my whole life… plus, my pussy was still very sensitive from the waxing, I wasn’t sure I would be able to get off. Slowly I climbed into my bed, sat with my back against the wall, closed my eyes and spread my legs and started to touch myself. I was soaking wet, turned on from the whole day’s activities and new experiences. I opened my eyes after a minute or so and realized that Sarah was recording me on her phone. I felt like I should be upset, but I wasn’t – I loved it. It turned me on so much. I kept masturbating in front of Sarah and eventually reached orgasm. It felt so incredible. I was so proud of myself. Sarah turned off the video and said “very well done! how does that feel?” “Great,” I said, practically out of breath.

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Sarah stood up, put her phone back in her purse, and said “well I had a great time today. You did a good job. John will be pleased. Are you free next weekend?” Without thinking, or looking at my calendar, I immediately responded “yes.” Sarah left shortly thereafter, and I found myself alone in my dorm room, naked, bare, and proud. I couldn’t wait for next weekend.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ios60h/my_first_waxing_with_sarah