I scheduled the body wax for 6 pm. It gave me enough time to be punctual after work. I knew Fahmida closed the shop at 7 pm, so one hour was enough for her to rip the hairs off my entire body.
I stormed into the shop at 6:20 pm, panting. Sweat had developed on my forehead as I had run up to the thirteenth floor because the elevator didn’t work.
“Sorry. My apologies. A few traffic lights were out, and that caused a mess on the road,” I said.
“No rush,” said Fahmida. “Thandi will take care of you. I need to step out and do some shopping.”
I preferred Fahmida attending to me because she had fascinating stories about starting the business. I also enjoyed looking at her sparkly eyes and smooth face. Although she was in her late forties, she could pass for a thirty-year-old. She and I shared a connection. Besides complimenting my looks, Fahmida saw that I wanted to be an entrepreneur like her. I believed that was another reason she admired me.
She offered me consignment stock to sell beauty products. I should’ve accepted her offer. She said that her business’s revenue didn’t decline even during economic hardships. I believed it because some women will spend their last money on beautifying themselves.
Fahmida greeted me on the way out. I figured my waxing would be complete before she returned and I wouldn’t see her since ladies take their time shopping.
I was the last customer, and the other staff had left. Thandi greeted me and escorted me to the studio right next to the reception. Waxing was painful, but I enjoyed sweating less in summer because of my hairless body.
Thandi seemed like she was in a rush, so she waxed my entire body in 45 minutes. As she reached for the powder, she asked, “Do you want a Hollywood?”
“What’s that?”
“All the hairs go. Even the ones by the front and the back.”
No women other than my mom and girlfriends had seen my dick. I wanted to say, no, but I had let that region spiral out of control. It was definitely bushy and smelly when sweaty. I had trimmed my pubes before with an electric shaver, but the pubes grew back quickly.
“What if I get an erection?”
“It’s normal. The hot wax does that to all my customers.”
“You serious?”
She nodded. “And they come back.”
If it had been Fahmida, I probably wouldn’t have had the courage. But I hardly ever saw Thandi.
“Hmmm. Okay, let’s do it.”
Months had passed since I broke up with my girlfriend, so I was eager to show my dick to some woman. Even if she wouldn’t do anything to it, I would get satisfaction from her seeing it.
Thandi pulled off my jocks and then applied the wax to my pubes. I clenched my teeth and squeezed my eyes closed before she pulled off the strip. As she ripped it off, I grunted. It was more painful than I thought it would be.
After waxing above my dick, she saw that she had left a few pubes. As she circled the stick with wax on it around my dick, blood rushed to my groin, hardening it. I raised my head off the cushion and looked at my erect, fiery dick. Thandi was looking at it. The hot wax warmed my entire body and helped me relax after all the hairs were ripped out of my body.
I couldn’t remember the last time I was that hard. It’s as if my subconscious knew that I wanted to show off to Thandi, so it strengthened me. As she applied more wax, I felt precum form on my head. I so badly wanted to bust a load. But jerking off wasn’t the answer. I needed a female touch.
If I made the first move, Thandi could freak out and tell Fahmida. I didn’t want to be on bad terms with her, and she offered me special rates. I decided to withhold my desire of telling her that she was free to touch me wherever she wanted.
She tilted her head towards the wax can and said, “You’re quite developed,” then slightly smiled.
I knew it was on, especially since she avoided eye contact. “You think so?” I asked.
She nodded while smiling, still avoiding eye contact. I figured that she wanted me to initiate. “Is it one of the biggest you’ve seen?”
“Sure.” Her smile broadened.
“Would you like to touch it?”
She snorted a laugh. Come on. Say, yes. I know you want to. Touch daddy, you whore. Thandi pulled off her glove and gripped my dick, then slightly squeezed. I closed my eyes and lowered my head to the cushion. She stroked my dick several times.
After doing it for some time, I felt that she wanted to do more but needed my permission. “What don’t you give it a kiss?” I asked.
She dabbed her lips on my head, then kissed it. Her lips parted, and she slid them down my dick. She bobbed up and down my dick while licking the head. My lips curled, and I put my hand on the back of her head.
Her bobbing sped up, and she incorporated slurping into her technique. I murmured as her mouth moistened my dick. I was enjoying myself, but I wanted more.
My hand slid down her back and then onto her ass. I reached under her skirt and squeezed her ass, exposed from the g-string. Thandi tickled my balls, making me raise my chin. I slid my fingers into her g-string and rubbed her pussy.
She murmured as she squeezed my dick tighter. I fingered her as she was bending over my dick and felt her pussy moisten. I wanted my dick inside that wet hole. She must’ve felt the same.
I sat up and grabbed her left arm. She raised her lips off my dick and looked at me. The look in my eyes revealed to her that I wanted to bend her over the bed.
I got off the bed, and her chest pressed on it as she folded her arms and rested her forehead on them. I pulled up her skirt and pulled down her g-string. Her round ass wobbled as I spanked it. She murmured. I knew she was a naughty girl who wanted a hard spanking.
I parted her cheeks and stared at her black pussy. Her lips were wet, and I said, “Oh, yeah. That’s what daddy likes.”
I stuck my dick inside her, and we groaned in unison. I clutched her shoulders and penetrated. She muffled moans into her arms, encouraging me to speed up so she would scream. I wanted to hear her scream.
Her muffled moans loudened, but I wanted her satisfaction to be louder. I grabbed her hair and pulled it back. Thandi’s head raised, and I spanked her ass as I carried on the aggressive pounding. Her dry breath shot out of her mouth as she panted, still holding back her screams.
I hovered over her back and clutched her neck, slightly applying pressure. “Oh, yes,” she said. “That’s it.”
I applied slightly more pressure while drilling my dick into her even moister pussy. Her heavy breathing culminated, ready to explode. I spanked her ass several more times, and her forehead wrinkled as she closed her eyes and screamed.
She lowered her head to the bed and kept screaming. I kept up the pace, not daring to slow down. Her satisfaction motivated me to keep up the momentum. I wanted to hear her scream more.
A few minutes later, I stopped and panted. She also exhaled deep breaths. I grabbed her arm and pulled her towards me. She turned to me, and I grabbed her ass and shoved my tongue into her mouth. We smooched for some time before I pulled back.
I pulled her in more, her chest pressing against mine. I grabbed the back of her leg, and she sprung up and wrapped her legs around me. Her arms were around my neck as I stuck my dick into her wet pussy. She bounced on my dick, holding eye contact.
My hands were on her ass as she sputtered loud groans. My arms wrapped her lower back, and I lowered her onto the bed. She hooked her heels onto my shoulders, lying on her back. I grabbed her tits and drilled her. My load bubbled up, and I was ready to shoot.
I pulled out my dick and groaned as my load splattered on her chest and face.
Thandi waited for me to get dressed, and then I opened the door for her.
Fahmida stood at reception, her lip slacking as she stared at us. Thandi grunted and looked down to alleviate the awkwardness. She said, “Bye”, and then walked out.
Fahmida kept staring at me. Her mouth suggested utter shock, but her eyes revealed jealousy. Something about the look in her eyes said, ‘I wish that were me. Why can’t you bang me like that?’
“I take it you heard us,” I said. She nodded. “Okay. Sorry. I didn’t know you were here. How much do I owe you?”
She kept looking at me. “Um,” she looked down and then back at me. “That’s seven hundred rands.”
I handed her the money, thanked her and then walked out. I thought about not coming back, but I felt I had nothing to lose.
Several minutes later, Fahmida walked out of the shop and locked it. As she stepped away from the door, I stepped towards her.
She gasped. I knew she would be surprised to see me, as she probably believed that I was embarrassed. But I was anything but.
“Where you off to?” I asked.
“Home.”
“I thought we could go for coffee.”
She kept staring at me, looking like she was processing what I had said because she couldn’t believe the proposal.
Fahmida nodded.
After the coffee, I took her to my place and banged the living daylights out of her.
She left after the sex, making me wonder why she hadn’t stayed the night. Before I fell asleep, I realised that she had to go home to her husband.
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