Elegant Waxing

As they exited the store, Craig’s hand rested firmly on the small of Leslie’s back, guiding her towards the nearby salon. The sign above the door read “Elegant Waxing” in elegant script, and Craig pushed it open with a confident smile. Inside, the scent of wax and essential oils filled the air, and soft instrumental music played in the background. A receptionist looked up from her desk, her eyes widening slightly as she took in Leslie’s sheer outfit. Craig leaned in, his voice low and smooth, “We’re here for a waxing appointment.

The aesthetician, a poised woman with a professional smile, led them to a private room in the back. The scent of wax and essential oils filled the air, and soft instrumental music played in the background. Leslie felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness as she lay down on the waxing table, her sheer outfit offering little cover. Craig stood beside her, his presence both reassuring and commanding. The aesthetician raised an eyebrow at Leslie's outfit but said nothing, focusing instead on the task at hand. "I'll need you to remove your shorts and underwear," she instructed, her voice calm and detached.

Craig had instructed the lady to leave some hair thin strip of hair above her pussy and remove all of the other hair and wax her ass also. The aesthetician nodded, her expression a mask of professionalism, though a flicker of curiosity danced in her eyes. "I'll leave a thin strip of hair above, as you've requested," she confirmed, her voice steady. Leslie felt a shiver run down her spine as she lay back, the cool air of the room teasing her exposed skin. Craig stood beside her, his presence a reminder of his control, his approval. The aesthetician began her work, the wax warm against Leslie's skin before being ripped away, leaving her gasping softly. She focused on Craig's reassuring touch, his fingers brushing against her hand.

As the aesthetician worked meticulously, Leslie's breath hitched with each strip, the sting of the wax a sharp contrast to the gentle touch of Craig's fingers intertwined with hers. She could feel his gaze, intense and approving, as he watched her endure the discomfort, her submission evident in every flinch. The aesthetician, focused yet aware, glanced up at Craig, a flicker of understanding passing between them. Leslie's mind raced, the pain blending with a twisted sense of pleasure, knowing she was doing this for him, for his satisfaction. When it was done, she lay there, exposed and ****, yet paradoxically empowered by her obedience.

As the aesthetician finished the final strip on Leslie's pussy, she gestured for her to turn over, her voice calm but firm. Leslie hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushing as she realized what was next. Craig's hand tightened around hers, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. With a deep breath, Leslie rolled onto her stomach, her ass lifting slightly as she settled into position. The aesthetician adjusted the waxing table, lowering it slightly to make access easier. Leslie could feel the cool air on her exposed skin, and her heart raced as the aesthetician began to prepare the wax. As the aesthetician continued her meticulous work, Leslie couldn't help but feel a growing warmth between her legs. The combination of the wax's sting and the gentle brush of the aesthetician's fingers against her skin ignited a subtle, yet undeniable arousal. Her pussy, now smooth and bare, felt hypersensitive, and the cool air of the room only heightened the sensation. She shifted slightly, her cheeks flushing as she realized her moisture was beginning to seep onto the table.

The aesthetician paused, her gaze lingering on the glistening moisture that had begun to seep onto the table. She exchanged a knowing glance with Craig, whose eyes sparkled with approval. Without a word, she reached for a towel, her fingers brushing against Leslie's inner thigh as she gently blotted the area. Leslie's breath caught, her cheeks flushing deeper as she realized the aesthetician's touch had sent a shiver down her spine. Craig's hand tightened around hers, his thumb tracing circles on her palm, a silent reminder of his control. The aesthetician, now standing closer, leaned in slightly, her voice taking on a softer, more intimate tone.

The aesthetician's voice dropped to a whisper, her breath grazing Leslie's ear as she spoke, "You have a beautiful body, so responsive." Her hand lingered on Leslie's thigh, the touch light but deliberate. Craig's grip on Leslie's hand tightened, his approval evident in the pressure of his fingers. The room seemed to shrink, the air thick with unspoken intentions. Leslie's heart pounded as the aesthetician's fingers traced the edge of her bikini line, the touch sending shivers down her spine. She could feel Craig's eyes on her, his anticipation palpable.

As the aesthetician finished the final touches, she gently massaged a soothing oil into Leslie's smooth skin, her fingers tracing the contours of her body with practiced precision. The oil glistened under the soft lighting, accentuating every curve as Leslie lay there, her body relaxed yet still humming with the aftereffects of the waxing. The aesthetician stepped back, a knowing smile playing on her lips, and gestured towards a mirror on the wall. "Would you like to see how you look?" she asked, her voice soft yet inviting, her eyes meeting Craig's for a brief, conspiratorial moment.

Leslie's eyes widened as she gazed at her reflection, the thin landing strip above her pussy lips a stark contrast to the smooth, bare skin that now lay exposed. She had never felt so **** yet empowered, the absence of hair amplifying the sensitivity of her skin. Craig's hand rested possessively on her hip, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist as he leaned in close. The aesthetician watched with an knowing smile, her eyes reflecting a mixture of professionalism and subtle desire.

Craig’s voice was low and smooth as he turned to the aesthetician, his eyes never leaving Leslie’s reflection. “Why don’t you give her a massage? She deserves to relax after this.” The aesthetician’s smile widened slightly, her gaze flicking to Leslie before returning to Craig. She nodded, reaching for a bottle of fragrant oil that shimmered in the light. Leslie’s breath hitched as the aesthetician’s hands made contact with her skin, the warm oil drizzling down her torso before being worked in with practiced strokes. The touch was firm yet gentle, each movement designed to ease tension, but Leslie’s body responded with heightened awareness.

As the aesthetician's hands glided over Leslie's skin, the warm oil cascaded across her chest, pooling in the valley between her ample breasts. Her nipples, already sensitive from the earlier touches, hardened instantly as the liquid heat made contact, rising to sharp peaks that glistened under the soft light. The aesthetician's fingers circled the areolas, her touch light yet deliberate, drawing a soft gasp from Leslie. Craig watched intently, his eyes locked on the sight of Leslie's body responding so viscerally to the stimulation, his own arousal evident in the tightening of his jaw. As the aesthetician's hands continued their rhythmic dance across Leslie's skin, Craig subtly leaned in, his voice barely audible over the soft hum of the room. "Make sure she feels... completely relaxed," he murmured, his eyes locking onto the aesthetician's with a knowing glint. The aesthetician's lips curled into a discreet smile, her gaze flickering to Leslie before returning to Craig. She nodded almost imperceptibly, her hands shifting with practiced precision. Leslie, oblivious to the exchange, sighed softly, her body sinking deeper into the table as the warm oil and skilled fingers worked out every knot of tension.

As the aesthetician's fingers delved deeper, Leslie's breath caught in her throat, her body arching slightly as the warmth of the oil and the pressure of the touch combined in a way that was both soothing and intensely arousing. She hadn't even noticed the shift from the massage to the more intimate contact, her mind foggy with relaxation, but her body responded eagerly, her wetness coating the aesthetician's fingers as they slid effortlessly between her lips. As the aesthetician's fingers delved deeper, Leslie's breath quickened, her hips subtly shifting against the table. The warmth of the oil and the expert pressure of the touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, her wetness growing as she teetered on the edge. Craig watched, his expression a mix of arousal and control, as Leslie's body tensed, her muscles tightening. The aesthetician's hands moved with practiced precision, coaxing Leslie closer to release. With a final, firm stroke, Leslie's body arched, her climax rippling through her as she gasped softly, her eyes fluttering closed.

Leslie's climax subsided, the aesthetician gently withdrew her fingers, a knowing smile playing on her lips. Craig's eyes remained fixed on Leslie, his expression a blend of satisfaction and desire. The room was filled with the scent of fragrant oils and the faint tang of Leslie's arousal. The aesthetician stepped back, her hands glistening with evidence of Leslie's pleasure. "You're incredibly responsive," she murmured, her voice low and appreciative. Leslie lay there, her body still humming, her cheeks flushed with a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. Craig reached out, his hand brushing against her shoulder, a silent gesture of approval.

As the last tremors of pleasure faded, Leslie opened her eyes to find Craig's gaze still fixed on her, his expression a blend of pride and lingering desire. The aesthetician had stepped back, her hands now neatly gloved, but the air was thick with the scent of oil and the unspoken understanding of what had transpired. Craig reached for Leslie's hand, helping her sit up, his touch warm and reassuring. "You were exquisite," he whispered, his breath grazing her ear. The aesthetician smiled, her eyes locking onto Craig's for a moment before she turned to gather her supplies.

As they left the salon, the evening air carried a crisp coolness that contrasted with the warmth still lingering on Leslie's skin. Craig's hand rested at the small of her back, guiding her towards their next destination with a possessive familiarity. They walked in comfortable silence, the city lights casting long shadows that stretched and twisted around them. Leslie felt a mix of satisfaction and anticipation, her body still sensitive from the earlier events. Craig seemed to sense her mood, his fingers brushing against her hip in a gentle, reassuring touch. They turned a corner, and a neon sign flickered ahead, casting a red glow over the sidewalk.