A special treatment

Linda sat on the edge of the bed in her room, flipping through the glossy spa pamphlet. The pages were filled with serene women in white towels, cucumber slices over their eyes, smiling as if they hadn’t a care in the world.

“Massage, aromatherapy, hot stone this, deep tissue that…” she murmured to herself, fingers idly brushing over the bulge of her mound through the thin robe.

Then her eyes landed on one line: Full Brazilian Wax – Leave silky smooth.

“Oh heavens,” she whispered, cheeks flushing. Her fingertips lingered at her slit, pressing gently. She hadn’t had one done in years. The thought of being bare, utterly exposed, made her stomach fizz. “Well… perhaps it’s time for a tidy-up.”

Before she could second-guess herself, she’d booked it.

The waxing room wasn’t what she expected. It wasn’t tucked away discreetly, but instead just off a busy corridor where guests wandered between saunas and pools. The little sign outside read Treatment Room 3, and inside it smelled faintly of wax and citrus.

The beautician, however, was not some plump middle-aged woman as Linda had pictured. He was a small, handsome Spaniard with olive skin, sharp cheekbones, and thick black hair. He spoke only halting English, but his smile was dazzling.

“You sit,” he said simply, gesturing to the strange reclining chair in the centre of the room. It looked half like a dentist’s chair, half like something from a gynaecologist’s office, complete with stirrups.

Linda’s heart hammered as she slipped off her robe, climbed in, and placed her legs in the supports. She was spread wide, cunt framed perfectly for the man’s view.

“Oh goodness, I do feel rather exposed,” she giggled nervously, breasts bouncing as she settled back.

The Spaniard merely nodded, snapped on gloves, and began.

The wax was exquisite. The hot strips, the swift tugging, each one sent jolts straight to Linda’s clit. She gasped and whimpered with every pull, her nipples stiffening until they were aching peaks.

“Oh! Oh my, that does sting rather, doesn’t it?” she babbled, though her pussy clenched hungrily at each sharp snap. “I feel positively indecent!”

The Spaniard only frowned in concentration, murmuring something in Spanish as he worked, spreading her lips wide to smooth wax into every crease. Linda whimpered, hips twitching, thighs trembling. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning outright.

When he was finished, he gave a curt nod. “Stay. Must rest.”

And with that, he stripped off his gloves, tossed them in the bin, and left.

“Rest?” Linda echoed faintly, but the door had already swung shut.

She lay there, elevated in the chair, legs strapped in the stirrups, cunt freshly bare and tingling. Her robe lay useless on the floor. Her tits were bare, rising and falling as she panted. She could see her smooth, shiny mound perfectly if she craned her neck.

The door creaked.

Linda’s eyes flicked up. A small sign hung on the outside handle, swinging as the hinge squealed. She could just make out the bold words: FREE TO USE.

Her stomach dropped. Oh heavens.

It started with a group of men. She heard their low laughter in the corridor before three of them pushed the door open.

“What the…” one muttered, then his voice turned to a grin. “Bloody hell, look at this.”

Linda squealed, face flaming. “Oh no, oh goodness, you mustn’t—I’m just waiting—”

But she was spread wide, pussy bare and glistening, tits heaving.

They didn’t hesitate. One stepped closer, cock already stiff, and pushed his fingers into her wet slit. She gasped, hips jerking.

“Oh heavens, oh no… ohh…” she moaned, helpless as they crowded around. One played with her nipples, rolling them hard between his fingers, while another slid his cock into her bare mound.

Linda writhed in the chair, moaning shamelessly, her cunt twitching around the strangers cock as the others sampled her. One after another, greedy hands probed her, stroked her, teased her swollen clit until she was mewling.

When they left, laughing and zipping up, Linda was shaking, thighs trembling against the stirrups, cup dripping from her cunt and drying on her lips.

Then came a woman.

She was younger, dark-haired, dressed in nothing but a towel. She paused at the door, then smirked when she saw Linda spread wide, dripping and puffy.

“Oh no, darling, I’m just… ohhh…” Linda started, but her words melted into a gasp as the woman knelt between her legs and pressed her mouth to her freshly waxed slit.

The heat of her tongue was electric. Linda bucked helplessly as the woman licked and sucked at her clit, teasing with expert swirls and cleaning her .

“Oh! Oh heavens, that’s… oh goodness gracious me!” Linda cried, hands fluttering uselessly as her breasts bounced with every wriggle.

The woman licked every drop, then gave her bare pussy lips a playful kiss and slipped out as quietly as she’d entered.

Finally, a couple wandered in. They grinned at the sight of her, and Linda could only babble apologies as the man cupped her breasts and the woman slid two fingers deep into her slick pussy.

“Oh! Oh dear, I shouldn’t… ohh!” she gasped, tits bouncing as they used her together, leaving her flushed, swollen, and ****. The man pulled his cock out and Linda accepted it in her mouth as his partner played with her smooth pussy.

When they left, Linda was trembling so badly she thought she might faint.

The door creaked once more.

The Spaniard returned, munching a sandwich, looking faintly puzzled. His eyes flicked between Linda’s spread thighs, where her pussy was now puffy, swollen, and glistening.

He frowned, muttered something in Spanish, and opened a tub of cream.

“Is… is everything alright?” Linda stammered, face beet red.

“Red,” he said simply, dipping his fingers into the cream. “Soothing.”

And before she could protest, he spread it liberally over her mound, massaging it into her swollen lips, her twitching clit.

Linda’s eyes rolled back.

“Ohhhhhh heavens above!” she wailed, shuddering violently as the cool cream hit her overheated cunt. Her orgasm ripped through her, leaving her shaking in the chair, toes curling in the stirrups, tits bouncing with every **** gasp.

When she finally sagged back, chest heaving, the Spaniard only raised an eyebrow and went back to his sandwich.

Linda, still trembling, couldn’t stop the silly, breathless giggle that escaped her lips.