The Tanning Bed

Right after the waxing, Sarah’s skin felt like it had just been polished—baby-smooth, rosy, and hypersensitive. Every step caused her bare, hairless pussy to rub together slightly, sending little, hot jabs of electricity through her body. She sat next to Mia in the car, her thighs pressed tightly together, and whispered excitedly:

“The first task is already done… now the tanning bed. A seamless tan so I look even more beautiful for him. All just for Leon.”

Mia smiled gently and stroked her thigh. “Exactly, sweetie. Just for him. I picked out the best booth for you—completely private, with extra-strong tubes. You can present yourself to him completely relaxed.”

What Sarah didn’t know: Mia had deliberately chosen booth number 7. The booth at the end of the aisle, whose foot end was right up against a thin partition wall. Mia had secretly removed a panel last night—the one at the height of the bench. This morning she had “coincidentally” pointed out to two employees and a regular customer that a “very special show” would be taking place in booth 7.

Sarah entered the booth alone. The air was already warm and smelled faintly of coconut oil. She took off her light summer dress, hung it neatly on the hook, and slipped off her tiny thong as well. She stood there naked, her skin still rosy from the waxing, her nipples already stiff with excitement.

She lay down on the warm bed beneath the tanning tubes, pressed the start button, and closed her eyes briefly. The tubes hummed to life, a deep, warm light flooding over her body.

This is just for you, Leon…, she thought as she pointed the phone at herself.

At first, she lay there quite demurely: legs slightly closed, arms at her sides. The warm light tickled her breasts, her hard pink nipples, and her freshly waxed mound. She took the first photo—just her upper body, a single rock-hard nipple glistening in the harsh solarium light, slightly reddened and sensitive.

Sarah to Leon: [Photo] A hard nipple under the solarium light—just for you.

She sent it off immediately.

But the heat, the smooth skin, and the memory of the waxing position quickly made her restless. Her thighs opened a little on their own. Then a little more. Finally, her legs were spread wide, knees slightly bent, feet flat on the bed.

Her smooth, rosy pussy was now completely open. The inner lips were already glistening, slightly moist in the harsh light.

At the foot of the bed, three pairs of eyes were already staring: two young tanning salon employees and an older regular customer. At first, just silent stares. Then, almost simultaneously, they pulled out their cell phones and began filming—quietly, without flash, directly at Sarah’s wide-spread, dripping pussy.

Sarah grew bolder. She lifted her hips a little, spreading her legs even wider, almost into a Y-position. The smooth labia parted, the little clit protruding clearly. A thin, silvery thread of her arousal stretched between the lips. Then she made a voice recording. Mia had told her not to send any pornographic photos. This would be much better than any photo, Sarah thought.

“Just for you…,” she whispered softly as she slowly stroked her stomach with her right hand, deeper, until her fingers reached her slit.

She ran two fingers very slowly through the wet slit—from bottom to top, spreading the smooth lips, running over the clitoris, and back again. A soft, smacking sound could be heard. Her fingers glistened.

Behind the peephole, the three men were now filming openly. One zoomed in very close, another held his phone sideways to capture everything: Sarah’s wide-spread legs, the dripping, hairless pussy, the fingers gliding slowly and sensually through the slit, the hard nipples quivering under the tanning bed light.

Sarah had no idea. She was thinking only of Leon. She spread her legs wide one last time, ran her fingers through her glistening slit a second time, and pressed lightly on her clit. A small, stifled moan escaped her.

She lay there like that for another minute, legs wide open, her fingers glistening with her own wetness, while behind the peephole three cell phones were recording every second.

Sarah believed she had just put on a wonderful, private show just for Leon.

In reality, she had just become a masturbation object for three strangers—and the video would end up in several group chats that very evening.

Mia waited outside the booth, leaning casually against the wall and smiling contentedly to herself.

“Good girl…,” she whispered softly. “Leon will be very proud of you.”

Sarah emerged from the tanning bed glowing, her skin rosy. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric of her dress, and between her legs everything felt warm, smooth, and hypersensitive.

Mia was already waiting for her and smiled mischievously.

“You already look a lot hotter. But you know what? We could go right into a yoga session.”

Sarah hesitated. “But I didn’t bring any workout clothes.”

Mia pretended to think for a moment, then beamed.

“No problem! There’s a sale going on here at the studio right now. The white yoga sets are on sale—and white is Leon’s absolute favorite color. Come on, let’s buy you one. Then you can send him some really nice photos right away.”

Ten minutes later, Sarah was standing in the changing room, putting on the new set: a pair of tight-fitting white leggings and a matching crop top. The fabric was extremely thin and stretchy—almost like a second skin. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she blushed.

“Mia… you can totally see my colorful underwear through this. It looks cheap.”

Mia stepped behind her, ran her hand over her hips, and whispered:

“Then just take them off. Without panties, it looks like a thong—all clean and innocent.”

Sarah hesitated, her cheeks glowing red. But the thought of sending Leon a “perfect” photo won out. “Okay… just for him.”

She took off the colorful thong and now stood there completely without underwear in the white set. The thin fabric clung tightly to her freshly waxed pussy and was already slightly outlining the contours of her labia.

The yoga studio was surprisingly full. Ten men (whom Mia had secretly organized through Lisa and invited as “special guests”) and three women were already on their mats. Everyone was waiting eagerly.

Mia took a few more photos of Sarah before she started sweating.

The poses:

1. Downward Dog Sarah went into downward dog. The white fabric stretched extremely tight over her ass. The leggings became almost transparent. Everyone could see her round butt cheeks and the dark crevice between them. Her pussy pressed clearly against the thin fabric from behind—the contours of her smooth lips were clearly visible. The ten men grinned and filmed surreptitiously.

2. Wide-Legged Forward Bend Legs spread wide, upper body bent forward. The leggings stretched so tightly that they became nearly transparent. The men had a direct view of her completely hairless, rosy pussy, which opened slightly. A thin film of moisture was already visible. The three women whispered quietly and smiled suggestively.

3. Pigeon Pose One leg bent forward, the other stretched back. Sarah’s pussy was stretched wide to the side. The white fabric clung tightly to her wet slit and became almost invisible. You could see every fold, every drop. One of the men had to clear his throat.

4. Happy Baby Pose The absolute climax. Sarah lay on her back, pulled her knees wide apart, and held her feet with her hands. Her pussy was completely open and pointing upward. The sheer fabric clung wetly to her lips. The inner pink skin shimmered clearly through it. Several men now had their phones open in their hands and were filming openly.

Sarah was sweating profusely. The thin white fabric had by now become almost completely transparent and clung to her body like a second, wet skin. Her hard nipples stood out darkly through the top; her pussy was clearly visible to everyone in the room.

She only noticed that the other participants were looking at her frequently. She thought it was because of her good poses.

At the end of the class, completely sweaty and aroused, she struck the Happy Baby Pose once more, spreading her legs extra wide for “Leon,” and Mia took one last photo—directly from above, her completely see-through, wet white leggings, the pink slit clearly visible. She sent it to Leon without waiting for Sarah.

Sarah to Leon: [Photo] After yoga… all nicely stretched out and sweaty for you ❤

The ten men and three women had by now collected enough material for several weeks’ worth of jerk-off material.

Mia stood at the edge and applauded quietly.

“You were wonderful, Sarah. Leon is going to be totally thrilled.”

Sarah beamed, exhausted and proud.

“Yeah… I think he really liked that.”