Bitch beautician smiles at me.
Mmmm it’s good to see that smile.
I lie perfectly still while she does my right armpit. Tears run down my cheeks but I hold all other signs of pain inside me.
“Well done Lisa”
nice therapist lady smiles.
“You did well. Good girls get rewards.”
She gently and slowly massages cooling gel into my sore underarms. This feels heavenly. I feel her breath come closer to my ear.
“Beautiful breasts. You have beautiful breasts Lisa.”
She brushes the edge of my left breast with the back of her hand. It’s the briefest touch. A shot of electricity goes straight to my groin and I feel warm and wet between my legs.
“Did you like that?”
therapist woman asks gently.
I nod.
She circles around my left breast with her finger tracing a spiral up towards my nipple. Her touch is soft and tender and the pleasure is exquisite. When she reaches my nipple she tweaks it urgently between her thumb and finger making it come erect and alive. She squeezes hard. I can’t help myself – I cry out.
“Shhh naughty girl”
she says gently
“Get ready for your Hollywood wax – I’ll be back in a few minutes”.
She leaves the room.
I jump up and peel off my jeans and knickers.
What the hell just happened? I can’t even process it. I’m eighteen, I have a boyfriend, we’re intimate regularly—but this thirty-year-old beautician is making me feel things I’ve never felt before, hotter than I ever imagined. I lie back on the bed totally naked and hug my knees into my chest like a baby.
Did that crazy woman just touch my breasts? Yes! Did I love it? Yes! Do I want more? Yes? Oh Fuck!!!!