Sapphic Voices Erotica

Waxing

This Story is rated 'Adults Only' for its sexual content.

Thursday was an early shift and when I got back to my flat mid afternoon, I was surprised to find a message from Sally on the answering machine.

“Lisa,” She giggled. “This is Sal, you’ve got to come over as soon as you can. Have I got something to show you? We’ll do tea and have a night in. Of course, you’ll have to stay the night. Ring me when you get in, you foxy lady.”

I could not help smiling, as I listened to her sweet voice. After a busy day in the ward, Sally was just the right tonic to help me wind down. Sal and I had been seeing each other on and off for the last year. So far, nothing too serious in terms of commitment, but she was so much fun. We were now starting to sense that something was changing in our relationship, as we were meeting as least once a week, and that usually ended in a sleep over at one or the others place. We are so similar in nature; around the same age, same work (nursing), living in our own units and not in a permanent relationship.

I pressed re-dial and listened to the phone ring. I was just going to hang up, when a breathless voice picked up. “Hallo.” (Heavy breathing.)

“Sal. It’s Lisa.”

“Thank god its you! Can you come over? Now? Please?” She stumbled out the words in short, whispered, breaths.

“Are you alright?” I asked, a bit concerned at her breathlessness. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing…” Sally answered, grunting. Then there was silence pause on the phone, followed by a muffled gasp. It was then that I realized what she was doing.

“Sally,” I laughed playfully. “You naughty girl. Take your hands out of your undies right away! At least wait for me!”

“Come over now, Lisa.” She pleaded, “Before I rub myself out. I’ve got something wonderful to show you. Hurry.”

“I think I should have been with you an hour ago,” I replied. “Alright, I’m leaving as soon as I can.”

“Hurry dear,” she answered hanging up.

I was left stunned with I’m wicked grin on my face. Within 20 minutes I was out of the door, after changing out of my work uniform, rushing a 5 minute shower, feeding the cat and packing an overnight bag. The bag was really not needed, as we were starting to double up, with items from previous visits being left behind at each other’s places.

I drove into her driveway, parking outside her front door. Sally saw me from the lounge window and was there to greet me at the front door before I had a chance to get out of the car. She was dressed in a short, silk Japanese robe, and I knew that she was naked underneath. She did look rather flushed and as she closed the door, I received a soft passionate kiss on my lips. As I tried to respond with my tongue, Sal quickly pulled away and held a finger up against my lips. I put my bag down.

“Ready, “ Sally said, acting coy and rather girly. She pulled back the robe and pushed her hips forward to proudly show off her completely bald pubis. No longer hidden by a soft veil of down, her pleasure button appeared to bulge out of her hairless lips, and I would have sworn that she was having an erection. “My first Brazilian waxing and by god, it feels good!”

I know I was smiling with approval, especially as Sally came up to me and took my hand. She seductively, moved my fingers down along her flat abdomen and then pushed then straight into her warm wet crack. No coldness from moist sticky hair, just smooth, soft, oozing velvet. I was so use to her short pubes, that the sensation of touching something so naked, so smooth, made me instantly wet. With my hand planted firmly on Sally’s clitoris, working it around, she led me back into her bedroom and onto the bed.

Within seconds, I had removed my boots and g-string, and with my skirt hitched up on my waist, our mouths became quickly attached between each other’s thighs, kissing frantically at our now engorged vaginas. We were locked in a frenzied embrace, driven by the special freedom now being discovered by my tongue. Everywhere it flicked was soft, frictionless. It was now able to move freely around the valley, without the hindrance of loose hair, wet pussy fur or prickly stubble. This was pure mouth to labia bliss, with plenty of licking and sucking on both our part.

The afternoon, moved quickly into evening, as we experienced fantastic sex that left us both tired but so cozy. We rested, naked and snuggled up against each other with our legs entwined, and Sally resting her head up against my breasts. I was slowly running my fingers through her shoulder length dark hair and stroking the side of her beautiful face.

“Hair or no hair?” She asked with a giggle.

“Definitely no hair,” I replied.

“Good,” Sally answered slyly. “Now, you don’t have to do this, but as you are off on Saturday, I’ve made a booking for you to have a waxing.”

“Why thank you,” I replied as I move my lips down to engage her sweet mouth. “That will be wonderful, as I was just thinking the same thing. You are marvelous, you know.”

“Of course. You’ll have to come back here as soon as you are done,” Sal whispered, as I tasted her lipstick to pushed my tongue back in between her lips.

Saturday seemed to take forever to arrive. My appointment was mid morning, so after an early morning jog, I pampered my self with a long hot shower. Knowing that I would be baring all, I wore something easy to manage, a mid calf silk skirt, peasant blouse and cardigan. No stockings, but short socks with boots. Also, taking Sal’s advice, I put on a pair of soft French knickers, again something loose and easy to remove. I felt so nervous, like a schoolgirl before an exam.

I got a good car park down a side street about 100 metres from the salon and so arrived early. I was offered a skinny Latte and leafed through a couple of current magazines, while I waited, trying to relax. Everyone around me was chatty and friendly, which helped me to settle down. The atmosphere was great and I became lost in bustle of the ladies around me.

I studied the person standing at the counter, immaculately dressed in a white linen suit, with cascading auburn hair. The young therapist serving her was chatting away and I realized from the embroidered name, “Jess” on her top, that this would be the person who was going to change me. Embarrassed that I was staring, I looked away while the beauty gave Jess a friendly peck on the cheek and paid for her treatment. Jess called me up and apologized for being late. She then led me into a sunny room at the back of the parlor, trying to relax me with small talk about the weather.

“So Lisa, a Brazilian wax.” She said, more as a statement rather than a question. “Is this your first time?”

I nodded to the young therapist, my nervousness showing.

“Just slip off your skirt and boots. Then hop up onto the table.” I quickly did what she asked and climbed up on the treatment table. Jess was not my vision of what I like in a woman, she was sporting ultra short spiky hair, with multiple piercing on the lips, ears and eyebrows, and, what’s more I estimated she was a good ten years younger than me. Still I remembered what Sally said about her “skills” and so I just relaxed my head back into the soft pillow.

“Of course once you have had this done you will never be the same. You will be back for more.” Jess definitely had the gift of being able to deal with people and a voice that oozed confidence. “Now you are a friend of Sally, what do you think of her finished product?”

“You did a wonderful job,” I replied. “She raved about you for hours, and that’s why I’m here.”

Jess blushed slightly and asked, “ How far do you want me to go?”

It was my turn to blush back as I cleared my throat. “As far as you can.”

“Shall I do your back passage?”

I went a deeper red and replied laughing, “I hope that I’m not that hairy there.”

“Of course not.” Jess joined in the fun, “but it will make you feel so much fresher.”

“If you think so, then just go for it.”

“Now, Lisa there are certain areas that will be needed to be moved around. I am more that happy to touch you, but if you feel embarrassed I can just as easily tell you what to move and you can do it yourself.”

Thinking back on what Sal told me, I replied firmly. “I want you to do it. I happy for you to touch me, and do what ever you need to do to get a great finish. Is that all right? Sally did say that you have wonderful hands and it is an experience that I should not miss out on.”

“Are you sure?” Jess asked smiling.

“Go for it girl,” I answered with a cheeky grin. Jess slowly slid down my French knickers and took them off. She then picked up my hand and carefully placed my fingers in my patch of soft pubic hair.

“So before I start Lisa, run your fingers around a bit, because in 15 minutes it will be all gone!”

I knew what Jess was getting at, so with a feather touch I flicked my fur. I was so careful not to rub my clitoris, as I felt like a trap, just ready to be sprung.
“Enough, now.” Jess said, as if reading my mind.

She went to the sink and scrubbed her hands, returning back to me with a pair of small hairdressing scissors. With some swift hand movements, Jess cropped my pubes into short tuffs of stubble. From the pan warmer, she brought out a tub of warmed wax, and armed with a spatula and strips of cloth stripped my pubis bald. It instantaneously pained, but within seconds, my skin in that area felt wonderfully fresh.

“Ready. Now I’ll have fun,” Jess purred. She gently picked up my clitoris, with her left hand and started to roll it between her thumb and forefinger. My body stiffened with pleasure. She started to clean the sides of my labia, by pulling my swelling bud, up and to the side. Jess had the perfect technique for minimizing any pain. She waxed each side, incredibly by using just her right hand. Once that was done, she continued to play with me, twisting and pulling my clit.

“You are quite wet,” Jess whispered as she plunged her fingers into my aching vagina. I lay there, eyes rolled back, in heaven. I slipped my hand into my bra and joined in by caressing my beautiful soft breasts making my tips hard and tingling. Her fingers were everywhere, clitoris, vagina, clitoris, vagina and I was out of control, letting Jess play with me at will. She built up the tension and within 10 minutes I was doing the orgasmic shudder, bringing my legs up and begging Jess to stop. “Please stop. No don’t. Yes. No. Stop. Please” I cried out, not making sense.

By the time dear Jess finally stopped, she had taken me over the brink a few times and I was truly shaking all over. She got a warm sudsy washer and gently wiped me down, cleaning me in such a way that sent aftershock ripples of pleasure throughout my body.

“Lift your right leg on my shoulder,” Jess ordered. “And I finish the job.”

I had lost the plot and started to giggle, in a most uncontrolled manner. I spread my legs up, pulling back my cheeks with my hands, so Jess could do around my back passage. I felt so high, that I did not notice any pain, and then the job was completed.

Jess helped me slide my knickers back on and guided me off the table, to get dressed. Composed I put my skirt and boots back on and then followed her into the waiting area of the salon.

“There is no charge for today,” Jess said reading her notes against my booking. “Your friend Sally has already pre-paid the account. It’s her special gift to you. In fact she told me what to do for you.”

“Thanks, for everything.” I also gave Jess a peck on the cheek and then floated out of the front door.

It was only as I walked down the street that I noticed the difference. My French knickers played directly on my crack and with no pubic buffer zone, the silky material tickled and excited me. Maybe I was thinking too hard on what had just happened, but within minutes, my knickers started to get wet. Thank goodness there was a chemist handy as I rushed in and bought a packet of pads. As soon as I got to my car, I had my hand under my skirt, exploring my soft denuded valley.

“Self control. Self control,” I whispered trying to compose myself. I slipped in a pad, hoping that I was not too late to protect my skirt. Using my mobile I rang Sal, who picked up instantaneously.

“Meet me in 20 at my place,” I ordered.

“Doesn’t it feel divine,” Sally said. She sounded as excited as I felt. “Of course I be there ASAP.”

“And thanks for your present, you’re a darling.” I continued. “Jess is a great therapist, but I just want you to touch me, now.”

“Drive carefully, dear. I am almost in the car.”

As I drove home, I had to exercise more self control to stop myself from speeding or doing anything illegal. I rushed through my front door and raced to my bedroom. My clothes went flying as I stripped off and finally stood there naked in front of my full-length mirror. Just looking at myself with my new baldness, made me want to touch and explore myself. I opened my legs and pushed my hips forward, exposing and opening up my crack. There was no hair to hide behind and as I stared, I could see myself ooze and then I just wished that I could bend down and kiss myself.

There was a knock at the front door.

“Who is it?” I yelled out.

“Open the door and show me your sexy body,” Sally yelled back. Naked I ran to the door and opened it shyly, peeking around but hiding my body. I let Sal in and quickly locked the door behind her.

“Show and tell,” she said excitedly. I ran off to the bedroom, with Sally in tow. I jumped on my bed and opened my legs, spreading my hips to proudly display myself. Sally stopped at the foot of the bed and smiled. She was wearing a large woolen overcoat and as it dropped to the floor, I could see that she was totally naked underneath. She had driven here like this.

Like a lioness, she crawled onto the foot of the bed and moved along my body. Her breasts purposely dragged along my legs as she moved up towards my clitoris. Her mouth stopped inches above my engorged pussy and without my pubes, I felt her warm lips breath life into my crack. I pushed my hips up to invite her tongue in, as she buried her face into my paining groin. I exploded with an extra surge of wetness. Sally lapped it up, sucking and rubbing her mouth and teeth against my stimulated centre of pleasure. With no hair to slow down her movements, the intensity was highlighted a hundred fold. She stopped and I groaned. Her weight shifted and Sally moved higher to now fondle my nipples with her mouth. Then it was, lipstick against lipstick, as our mouths locked and I got the delightful taste of myself.

Sally lowered her hips and our bald pubic mounds touched. We both shuffled around until finally the tips of our desperate clitorises danced together. It was like an electric shock that made us forget our kissing, in the attempt to push our ecstasy spots closer and closer together. Our legs were wide and fully open and our back were arched, making our engorged lips and enlarged passion pits the focal pinnacles of our bodies. Then with her arms outstretched for support, Sally started to rock up and down, dragging, squashing and fusing our pleasure buds into an orgasmic mess. The two of us was pouring liquid joy and by pure clitoral stimulation we simultaneously climaxed. Sal collapsed on me, her arms shaking from the orgasm. I did not want the moment to past, so as soon as my head settled, I gently rolled Sally onto her side and shifting her leg so it became the perfect pillow. As I rested my head down, Sally did the same to me and so we were both positioned with our mouths at the level of each other’s pussies. Tentatively I moved in closer and moved the tip of my tongue to washed across my darlings’ wondrous bud. I stiffened in response as her tongue flicked across mine and then plunged into my flooded valley. We fell asleep in that position, licking at each other, in perfect peace and harmony.

Since then I get a wax about every 3 months. Why? Because I like to let my pubic hair grow so I can get the best of both worlds. Sure there is that short prickly period as the stubble appears, but I do like playing with a hair covered vagina. Then I go for a waxing and start the whole cycle again. Sally on the other hand, just loves the bald thing and gets it done as often as she can.

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