The Brazilian

Soon it was my turn, and I was escorted into a back room with a raised mattress to lay on, and the only other occupant was the female esthetician who I estimated to be in her early thirties.

As I paused, unsure what to do next, she turned to me and requested, "Please remove your lower garments. Place your items over there."

I set down my bags and pulled down my skirt. As I did, she must have seen that I wasn't wearing panties, but she didn't react to it. Obviously this woman must see lots of girls naked from the waist down every day, but that didn't change the awkward feeling I had standing here showing her my overgrown bush.

"Please sit here. Have you ever had a Brazilian wax before?" she asked. As I pulled myself up onto the mattress, I shook my head. "Well, there's always a first time for everything. Since the hair is exceedingly long in some areas, I'll start by trimming with a scissors. Please lie back."

For the next minute or so, I heard her scissors clipping away furiously, along with continual tugs and pulls of my pussy hairs. As she tackled different areas, she had me reposition my legs for better access. "I can't remember the last time I worked on hairs this long and thick," she observed. "Yours must grow really fast." I simply nodded, since I felt too embarrassed to tell her that I'd never cut it since it started coming in during middle school.

After she finished the pre-trim, she began to apply some kind of cream. "This will help to numb the pain, but it will take some time to set in. "I'll be back in about 20 minutes. In the meantime, feel free to read a magazine, listen to the radio, or whatever. There's also towel beside you if you want to cover up." Then she left.

There didn't seem to be any need to cover up, so I scanned through some magazines on a nearby table, and grabbed an issue of Cosmopolitan that had an interesting article about masturbation tips, and then laid back down to read it. The main part seemed aimed more at women that weren't able to achieve orgasms by themselves, but some other takeaways were that everybody masturbates, it is healthy and normal to do it, and there was no risk for women doing it multiple times a day or for hours at a time. That's a relief, and it gave me a new challenge too. However, that would need to wait since the effects of the numbing creme had set in, and my entire pussy was feeling much less sensitive than usual.

After a while, the esthetician returned. "Let's get started. I use hard wax since it tends to work better and is less painful. It will feel warm and may tickle a bit. Do you want me to leave a thin landing strip, a narrow triangle, or strip it completely bare?"

That's not a question I had ever expected to be asked. After a few seconds to think it over, I finally said, "Triangle", since I remembered seeing a few girls with that style in Jake's porn collection.

"Alright, here we go." She started by applying some oil to the skin and then began layering the warm wax in sections. Despite the numbness, it actually tickled a bit. The wax cooled and hardened, and then...

"OWWW!" I yelled. She had pulled off the first strip along the upper side of my pussy. Even with the numbing cream it stung like crazy, but then after a few seconds, the pain began to subside. This process was repeated on the other side, and the pain was just as bad. What the hell have I gotten myself roped into? I didn't expect it would hurt this bad. Next was a strip across the top, which hurt even worse. How much more of this **** could I endure?

"Those are usually the worst areas, especially for a first timer," she tried to console me, but it wasn't doing much good. Next she had me shift my legs, then began applying the wax down along the sides of my vagina. Oh god, this is really going to hurt. The wax cooled, hardened and...yank. Surprisingly it didn't hurt as bad as the previous spots. In short order she worked her way down the other side, and the pull felt similar. It still hurt, but the sting wasn't nearly as bad.

Finally she ordered, "Flip over, lay on your stomach." Wait what? My backside too? I rolled over and waited for the wax. "Now reach back and spread your cheeks." Say what? Is this really necessary? I hesitantly reached back and pulled my butt cheeks apart, and I soon began to feel warm wax being spread into my buttcrack and right around my anus. It really tickled. Finally this wax had hardened, and when she pulled it off, I barely felt any sting. "You can flip back over. We're almost done."

She pulled out her scissors one more time, grasped the remaining hair above my clit and gave it a quick clip. Then she pulled out a tweezers, and pulled out the few hairs that had resisted the wax. Finally, she applied some sort of ointment. "You're done. Any pain, redness or swelling will subside in a few hours. Wear loose fitting clothing, and going pantyless is a good idea. No swimming or baths for twenty-four hours."

When I finally looked down at my pussy, I was shocked. It was swollen and bright red like a baboon's butt. Little drops of blood had formed here and there where some of the hairs had been removed. What have I done? It looks horrible. Meanwhile, all that remained from my huge bush was a narrow triangle of short hairs, pointing downward like a map marker designating a point of interest. Sensing my concern, the esthetician tried to calm me. "Give it a few hours, and then take a look."