Letters To The Editor - Life Is A Beach

This year, I did not even attempt to go to the beach. At first my live-in girlfriend and I could not go due to a state-wide lock-down. And then later, when the beaches were re-open, we would not go due to fear of contracting the virus. However, the year before this one, we were at the beach every chance we got.

At one point, my girlfriend Lisa (not her real name) got on this kick that she wanted me to wear one of those Euro-style swimsuits. I fought against it, using as one of my arguments that the top of my pubic hair would on be on display. She came back with the solution that all I needed was a bikini wax. Before I could even reply, she was on her cellphone with her beauty shop, setting up an appointment for me.

The following day, I entered the beauty salon at the mall feeling like a complete idiot. Lisa was with me since she did not trust me to actually go through with it. She chatted with the owner and a couple of the beauticians, or stylists, or whatever they were called. I remained by the plate-glass window, staring out at it and wishing I was anywhere except there. Naturally, I was the only male present.

Lisa came over a few minutes later accompanied by one of the shop's employees, a young woman of Asian descent about Lisa's age. Her name was Jacqueline and had been born in this country. She was the one who normally did the waxing on Lisa, so she had agreed to do me. From what Jacqueline said, I was only like the third male they had ever had for a bikini-wax.

"Alright, I'll leave you in good hands," Lisa announced brightly. "I have some shopping to do and I'll be back in about an hour."

An hour? I had figured the whole process would take five, ten minutes, tops. Just smear on some wax and yank.

Jacqueline led me to a privacy room and handed me a folded bathrobe. "Disrobe from the waist down," she said, "And I will be back in about five minutes."

I did as instructed and was lying on a foam mattress covered with a sheet atop the table in the small room. "Don't be nervous," she reassured me as she opened my robe. "It is not going to be as painful as you probably think."

I wasn't particularly embarrassed or anything. Lisa was not my first girlfriend, and this was not anything personal. It was like getting a haircut.

The first thing she did was to soak a washcloth under the hot water in the sink in the room. She then wiped down my whole pubic region with the rung out cloth. Since this was my first waxing, she had to shave me first. As she guided the razor around, it was necessary for her to frequently have to move my dick out of the way and keep her fingers pressed to it while she cut off my hair. I do admit that I felt a bit apprehensive when she shaved my balls, despite the fact that she was using a disposal safety razor, not a barber's straight razor. This constant handling of my member by her soft hands soon enough had me developing an erection, but, like the proverbial elephant-in-the-room, neither of us mentioned it.

When I was defoliated to her satisfaction, she wiped me down again followed by an application of some sort of soothing, antiseptic oil. Jacqueline was nothing if not thorough. With her palms flat against my skin, she made long, slow swipes all across my abdomen, massaging the oil in. Including coating my balls and cock with it. If I had not been hard before, I was then, since in order to smear the oil everywhere, she had to close her fist around my cock and give it several squeezing strokes.

This was followed up with a dusting of powder, which, once more, required Jacqueline to fondle and caress my genitals. Whenever a droplet of pre-cum oozed from the tip, she would silently swipe it away with her palm.

Finally, the moment of truth had arrived. The waxing. Only I learned with relief that it was not actual wax, but water, sugar, cornstarch, honey, and a couple of other ingredients. She would use a tongue depressor to smear the concoction on an area, press a paper towel from the roll she had placed between my outspread legs, and press the paper down on top. Waiting a few seconds, she would then pull up the porous paper with a sharp jerk. It was not a pleasant sensation, but it was not painful either.

Spreading the sugaring substance over an strips of skin approximately an inch and a half by four inches, it took her quite some time to do my whole region. When it was finally over, I was once again wiped down, rubbed with the oil, and dusted. By then, the head of my throbbing cock was leaking pre-cum like a faucet with a bad washer. Despite having to frequently use a paper towel to dab away the clear, liquid pearls that dribbled down my shaft, Jacqueline made to verbal reference to my condition.

Next came a pair of tweezers. The young woman leaned it close to pubic region, scrutinizing it carefully as she plucked out any small hairs the waxing, or sugaring to be more precise, had missed. It was quite a sensation, staring down at the side of her face as she examined my cock and balls so closely. After several dozen yanks with the tweezers, it was time for my final powdering.

By then I was having difficulty breathing and I was shaking from the excitement of having my penis and testicles so intensely examined. I was teetering on the edge of ejaculating. My cock was on a hair-trigger, liable to explode at any moment.

Jacqueline rubbed the last of the powder on my shaft and she turned to place it on the table behind her. My loud gasp caused her to look around quickly, and we both saw what was happening.

"Oh, shit!" she exclaimed. Without any hesitation, her hand shot out and grabbed my cock just as it started to shoot. Jacqueline gave it short, rapid tugs, coaxing me through my orgasm as I spilled my load out all over her sweet little hand. I was in heaven, emptying out my nuts with her willing assistance.

After it was all over, after I regained my breath and she had wiped my sticky sperm from her hand, the reality of what had just occurred sank in.

"It might be best if you not mention this to Lisa," she said in a quiet voice. I nodded in agreement. She did not want to risk losing a customer, I did not want to lose my girlfriend.

But my story does not end there.
Hair grows back.
And Lisa was positively ecstatic over my new look.

So, since that day, I have gone back every two weeks for an epilation. Always to Jacqueline. By now we have settled into a comfortable routine. If I need to cum before she is finished, we just put things on hold for a minute or two while she jacks me off. After she has been working on me down there for over thirty minutes, it never takes more than a few strokes to have me spewing.

I guess Lisa had been right when she told me, "Alright. I'll leave you in good hands."

Frank
(last name and address withheld)