Waxing Adventure

I like to keep myself as smooth as possible. I (36T) mtf without all the hormones, surgeries and other therapy that would complete the ultimate transition. I take care of the majority of my hair removal maintenance, however I do have to seek professional help for the my back, glutes and between the cheeks. I do not seek the full manzillion as it is called as I don’t want hot wax spread over the sensitive bits when a daily razor works just as good and I don’t have to have a stranger manhandle the goods.

With that I tend to go every four to five weeks to get my hair ripped off. I tend to like Saturday mornings to start the weekend super smooth. I get up just in time to take a quick shower to make sure I am clean to be respectful of the wax technician. I show up in comfy leggings and a super soft t-shirt that will feel extra good once the hair is gone.

Walking in they know who I am as I am pretty sure I am in the minority of their clientele as most are born with XX chromosomes. But they are nice and respectful. I get checked in while my tech gets things ready. I usually pace back and forth as it is always a little nerve wracking to have to be so exposed to another person.

“Good Morning cutie, are you ready? Do you need to use the rest room before we start?” She asks as I begin to follow her back.

“Nope, I’m good.” I state.

“Great, we will be in room five today.” She says as she shows me in.

I walk in kinda awkwardly and stare at the table. The treatment room is small, just enough room for the table, a small counter full of waxing paraphernalia, a small stool to place clothes upon and room to move fully around the table. There is also a horizontal bar suspended from the ceiling that is used to press your feet against to provide the best angle for the technician to easily get the areas between the legs.

“Okay, so we are doing a full back, glutes and crack today, is that correct?”

“Yep. That’s right.” I state.

“Great, okay, I am gonna step out while you get undressed and we will start with back, then glutes and then finish up with the crack. That sound okay?

“Yep that sounds good.” I say, still waking up.

“So if you can start out laying on your tummy and I will be back in just a moment.” She says as she steps out and closes the door.

I quickly pull my shirt off, slip off my shoes, slide my leggings down my smooth legs and finish up by removing my thong and socks. I fold everything and place it on the small stool in the corner. I climb on the table, careful to make sure that I do my best to conceal the twig and berries as I am sure she doesn’t really want to look at those, I certainly don’t.

She knocks twice and asks if I am ready to which I tell her to enter.

She comes in and begins by giving my back a wipe down with an oil to help facilitate the process. She then scoops wax out onto an oversized popsicle stick and begins to spread it on my back.

“Now, let me know of this is too hot for you and I will adjust the temp.”

Now I am not a pain slut or anything. And there is some pain involved however it is short lived. The temperature of the wax is actually soothing, the ripping of the hair and pulling on the skin is unpleasant but then she places her hand against the spot where the hair of ripped off and that quells the sting.

We chit chat about life, vacations, good places to eat and our favorite drinks to partake. Anything y9 keep my mind off the fact that I am laying nude on a table while someone has their hands all over me. She works quickly but diligently to get all the hair as she moves down my body and starts to work on the glutes.

Now I like to have my butt touched, squeezed, pinched, any many many other things. So it’s a bit of a small thrill to have her squeeze, pull, and maneuver my cheeks to get the wax on and the hair off. Interesting enough the cheeks take the longest of the three areas.

“Okay baby, if you flip over for me, rest your feet against thr bar and scoot down toward the end of the table.”

I flip over, lean back a bit to put my feet on the bar and slide my bum to the end and end up hanging off a bit. But at an angle for her to work.

She spreads more wax and uses small strips of cloth for the tight space. It doesn’t take her long here to get it clean and hair free. She tweezes several hairs that were being stubborn and resistant to the wax and then for the first time it happens.

She blows on my now hairless starfish. It causes me to jump and to place my hands on either side of me. She places a hand on my pelvis, pressing down.

“Easy there.” She says. “The cool hair will make any remaining hair stand up so I can grab it.” She says as she yanks one out.

She blows again and I feel a stiring in lower regions that makes my stomach drop. The last thing I want is to “get excited”. Not to mention her hand is resting on my pelvis, her thumb real close to the berries, actually separating the berries from the twig. She continues this process for several minutes using both tweezers and wax to get stragglers.

Just when I think she is done I feel her tongue swipe across my puckered starfish. I jump and gasp. Her head pops up between my legs.

“Quiet baby, I am just making sure I got all of those pesky little hairs.” She says as she returns to running her tongue all around the crack.

I start to breathe heavy and due to her tongue my twig is now a rigid branch. Her hand on my pelvis moves to that branch and uses it to hold me in place as her tongue gets more into checking my smoothness. My hips start to move against my will and she opens her hand enough to allow the movement all while still focusing on my now very wet starfish.

I moan from her tongue driving me crazy. And her head pops up again.

“Hey cutie, you are gonna have to keep quote during my examination of my work or I will have to make you be quiet.” She states returning back to her very through quality check.

I keep biting my tongue trying to keep my mouth shut but between her tongue lapping at my sensitive star as her hand actively massages my branch I am starting to lose it. I let out another moan causing her to grip my branch hard in her hand.

“Baby boy, I told you to keep it down, that is your last warning. Please don’t make me stop, I have wanted to taste your cute little hole since I first laid eyes on it.” She’s says returning to her work.

Her next move had me almost come off the table, her tongue slide into me, deep and hard. She squeezes my branch pushing my butt back to the table. She hand then releases and starts to piston up and down. I cover my lips with a hand but a gasp comes out. She stops and removes her hand from me, does something I can’t see then comes around the table.

She takes my head in her hand and bends down across me, pressing her lips to my ear.

“Cutie, you have this tasty little hole that I am really enjoying. But if you keep it up someone is going to hear and we can’t have that.”

The next thing I know she is putting her soaked panties in mu mouth. I can taste her wetness as she makes sure to place that piece of fabric right on my tongue. The material fits completely as she moves back to the end of the table.

Her tongue again thrusts into my hole, i moan but it is totally muffled by the fabric. She again places her hand on my branch, sliding up and down. Her tongue goes into overdrive driving in and out, twisting and lapping. I can feel that i am getting close and I doont want to explode all over her. I try and scoot away and she again holds me firm.

“Oh you arent going anywhere. I am going yo get my milky reward.”

Her tongue buries back in me and her hand pistons up and down. The pressure builds, I raise up my cheeks squeeze together forcing her tongue out.

“Oh okay then.” She states as I moan into her soaked panty. And theb i feel her lips engulf the head of my twig and i again try ti pull away.

“Oh baby, I have worked you over for this and I will get my treat.” She says as she uses her arms to push me down and again takes me between her lips.

She pumps me while her tongue works my head over. I am moaning constantly now. I am holding back cause I don’t want to blow into her mouth. But she just goes harder and faster. And then I feel it, the first drop comes out and she moans, intensifying the pressure.

And then I can’t hold back the damn anymore and I moan deeply into her panty. I cum hard into her mouth as my legs go limp. She uses her tongue to lap up the little bit she missed.

She comes to the end of the table and removes the panties from my mouth and holds my head.

“Mmmm, I have wanted to do that forever. You have the sweetest tasting little pucker I have ever tried. What a treat to get it so smooth and to enjoy it as well.”

I was at a loss for words, still coming down from the high she took me on.

“Oh and I know you fought be, but your cum is sweet as well. What a little snack you are cutie. Well until next time.” She said as she slipped out of the door leaving me exhausted and spent.

Until next time.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/y5vfhe/waxing_adventure