Sensual, Thoughtful, and Very Naughty
I’m shopping in an upscale retail area and come across an Asian spa offering waxing and massage services in addition to facial and nail treatments. I enjoy getting massages and if you’ve read the posts about Keisha: A Massage Therapist’s Seduction (Part I and Part II), you know why. Waxing is another guilty indulgence. Yes, waxing. I like being waxed between my buns, around and including my balls, and the base of my cock.
There are several reasons for waxing:
Waxing for men in the more intimate zones requires a little effort. The majority of female estheticians don’t offer this service. However, for whatever reason, I have noticed that if I inquire in person, my odds improve.
Walking into this spa, I quickly assess my surroundings. There are ten or so tables where manicures are given and maybe ten reclining chairs for pedicures. There are a handful of Asian girls and men who are busy taking care of the female clientele. I can feel a lot of eyes on me and they linger longer than they should. There is a makeup station to my left and an unattended receptionist desk immediately in front.
Within a few minutes, a stunning Asian girl come to the front to greet me. She introduces herself as Yumi. It is as if she walked right out of a dreamy haze and stands before me. I’m immersed in her exotic eastern glow. She appears to have a tight little body with perky breasts and is wearing traditional clothing with platform heels. Even in those heels, she can’t be over 5’ 2”. The heels make her tone calves pop and hint at similarly tone thighs hidden beneath her dress. Her hair is raven black and long. Her smile is engaging and framed with full cherry-red lips. I drift…it would be so amazing to feel those plump cherry lips stretched wide and wrapped tight around my hard cock. Her deep brown eyes seem infused with light and twinkle with excitement.
I ask Yumi about scheduling a massage appointment, and I am soooo hoping she is the therapist. Yumi lets me know the therapist is out but offers to book an appointment. I put that aside and move into my real reason for stopping by. Hoping to have some innocent fun with our dialogue, I ask “Do you offer waxing for men?” My heart races as I anticipate her next question. She delivers on cue, “What type of waxing do you need?” I flash a bashful boyish smile and savor the awkward embarrassment of the moment. I move my hands over my package and ass and say with a smile, “I’m looking for waxing down below”.
In an instant, I’ve created an inner swirl in the mind of a woman I just met by directing her thoughts to my cock and balls. It is a reasonable request though so it isn’t like I walked in and flashed her. Yumi is slightly flustered and obviously wasn’t expecting my reply. “We…I…um, not sure if we do that for men.”
Despite my mind running wild, Yumi resists agreeing to the waxing service at her spa. Her spa? I’m impressed. Injecting a little humor and a warm smile into the discussion, I work the waxing proposition and explain that I’m a “good boy” and just trying to find a reliable place for regular waxing. I’m not really sure understands everything I’m saying. Yumi smiles and at least seems to be enjoying the playful, non-threatening boyish charm as I make my case. I’m a good closer. Our eyes continue to drift up and down one another’s bodies as we laugh and talk.
As her initial impression continues to wash over me, I sense that she is guarded and trying to hide safely behind a mask. She is failing. I can feel her energy spilling out and infusing me. She is connecting with me and I can feel it. It isn’t like this happens all the time but I know it when it happens. Magic is present.
Yumi’s eyes linger bashfully on mine. I find myself licking my lips subtly as we talk…imagining I’m tasting her. You know how your head is drawn to a perfect pillow? That is how my lips are drawn to hers. Yumi is stealing glances at my lips. I wonder if she is feeling the same magnetic pull. What daydreams are flashing through her thoughts?
Yumi’s accent and modest English only enhance the eastern glow. Clearly, she wasn’t born in the U.S. and much of her traditional culture must remain. I find other cultures and ethnicities fascinating and it plays into my worldly desires. She is also wearing a large diamond ring and wedding band. I am momentarily envious of her husband. She says she will check with the therapist for available massage appointments and finally concedes that if the therapist agrees to waxing it is okay. “I will call you later when I have an answer.”
I had hoped it would be Yumi that provided both services and this wasn’t exactly the reply I wanted. Regardless, I felt something with Yumi and sensed that she felt it too. Leaving the spa, I knew I had to find a way to spend more time with her…even if I had to endure pedicures and a foot massage.
A few days pass and I call back to the spa to follow up on my waxing. An Asian girl answers the phone and asks what I need? I start explaining what happened a couple days ago when I first visited. The voice on the other end of the phone is suddenly very alive and filled with energy. “Yes! I remember you from other day. You come in today? I will do it.” At that moment, I realize I am speaking with Yumi! This is an unexpected and very exciting turn of events! I schedule my appointment for later in the afternoon.
My thoughts are spinning and the erotic buildup takes flight. In three hours I will strip down and stand completely nude before Yumi. She will touch my cock and balls as she waxes me. Really, I couldn’t believe it! I wonder if she has ever seen a nude American white male? Is this something she has fantasized about? Why did she offer to do the waxing? How will she react when I am naked on her waxing table? Will I be the first man she has waxed? Will it matter that Yumi is a married woman? What are the odds that her husband knows what Yumi is doing? If he did know, how would he feel about it?
I would know more in a few hours. To be continued…