Waxing

The following day, during his lunch break, George visited a nearby waxing/nail parlor. Since all the customers that he saw were females, having their nails done, some even having pedicures, he feared he was in the wrong place. But the chubby, middle-aged Asian lady behind the register at the front quickly put him at ease. She answered his question about waxing with a wide smile and a series of vigorous nods. “Yes. In back. Come. I show you.”

He followed her down the aisle between the rows of chairs where the manicurists were busy filing, buffing, and painting nails. The woman stopped at a station where the manicurist was sitting idly, waiting for customers. They exchanged some words in their own language and the manicurist followed them into a short hallway behind the door in the rear wall. There were two doors on each side of the hall. One door was closed, but the other three were open.

“This Hoshiko,” the older woman said, gesturing to the manicurist, who bowed.

George returned the bow and said, “George.”

The cashier (and presumably manage) left, closing the door behind her. Hoshiko flipped a lever to lock the door and said, “Undress, please.”

George hesitated. He had come here to get his private parts waxed and knew in his head it meant he would have to be naked. At least from the waist down. But in his stomach, he felt butterflies now that the moment had actually arrived.

“First time?” Hoshiko asked. When George stammered out that it was, she said, “No problem,” and turned around to face away from him.

After kicking off his shoes, George unfastened his pants with trembling fingers. There were two hooks on the door, so he hung the pants there. Then he hesitated again. Mentally, he reminded himself that this woman had done this many times before and it would be like disrobing in front of a Doctor or Nurse.

He kept his socks on and lay down on the paper covered table. Hoshiko turned around at the sound, but then she frowned. “No, no. Shirt, too.” She gestured to bottles of oils and skin care lotions on the counter. Realising that the procedure could easily become messy, he jumped up and removed the rest of his clothing. Except the socks.

Once he had lain back down on the table, Hoshiko draped a large towel over his chest and abdomen. Then, touching the insides of his thighs to indicate he should spread his legs, she draped a towel over each limb.

The initial stage was not so bad. She used an electric razor to trim the hair of his groin and testicles. Next, she applied a cleansing gel, wiped it, and then put on talcum powder. Miraculously, despite the fact that a relatively young woman - he guessed her to be about thirty - George did not get an erection.

And then, the main event. Hoshiko pulled a latex glove onto her right hand before applying hot wax with what looked to be a wooden tongue depressor. Once the wax had hardened, she snatched the wax up and away with her gloved right hand. George cried out, jerking up to a sitting position. The cry was more in shock than in pain. Although it did hurt.

“So sorry,” Hoshiko held up both hands, palms outward.

“No, no,” George answered and laid back. “It’s fine.” He paused, then grinned up at her. “First time.”

She nodded and resumed her work. George lay there stoically, staring up at the sound-reducing ceiling titles. He gritted his teeth to avoid crying out again, although from time to time he did grunt. When all the hair was removed, he exhaled audibly and thought that it had not been too bad. Little did he know that the finale would be the hard part. Pun intended.

First, she applied some sort of conditioning lotion, smearing it all around. Thoroughly. Very, very thoroughly. All along the area above his penis. His inner thighs. Scrotum. Ass-cheeks. This was followed by her leaning forward from the waist and seeking out any stubble she might have missed using a set of tweezers. She was constantly handling and moving around his penis and testicles, and despite the clinical nature of his surroundings, he started to develop an erection. When Hoshiko glanced up into his face, George just grinned sheepishly and shrugged, muttering a soft, “Sorry.”

“Happens,” she nodded and returned to scrutinizing his private parts, plucking here and there as needed. George did not know how long the last part lasted, it seemed to go on forever. Long enough for a drop of pre-cum to ooze from the slit in the head of his cock. The young woman, always professional, merely reached for a paper towel and wiped off the preseminal fluid.

George tried to relax. Tried to take deep breaths and to will his hard-on to subside. But it just remained there. If anything, growing more solid as she oiled, wiped, and plucked. Never before had a female examined his cock and balls so closely and for such a prolonged period. Her wiping of the pre- became more frequent. Trickles of the clear liquid were continuously dripping down the sides of his shaft. From the way she handled his shaft when she cleaned it, he wondered if she was deliberately prolonging the procedure just to tease him.

“All done,” Hoshiko announced at last and started to straighten up the counter.

“Oh, I really need to come,” George gasped as he touched his cock, not realizing he had said it aloud.

“Cum?” Hoshiko chirped as she spun around. Her bare hand clasped his shaft and with just a few strokes, certainly not much more than a dozen, George’s hairless, teased cock was spurting out a load. And he was moaning mindlessly. She let go of the erupting cock, even while it was still spewing out its load, and wiped off her hand with an ever present paper towel.

George was late getting back to work.