0 comments/ 8357 views/ 4 favorites Spa Treatment By: DavyT777 So we sat there, in the spa, Olivia and I...it had been a long hard day, I commented - she reached through the water and indicated that she was looking for something long and hard for the night. We were relaxing at first, awaiting the arrival of a third, a female friend of ours who would contribute to the sense of wellbeing we were determined to achieve over the next few hours. I had stripped off on my arrival and filled the spa tub, with Olivia arriving just as it was reaching capacity...she had stripped down to a very skimpy black bikini, with a top that covered her nipples and not much else, providing only the slightest of support for her breasts - not that they needed any, in their firm fullness - and a wisp of material that tied around her waist and ran a thin black strip along her pussy and between her legs, before disappearing between her glorious ass cheeks. We sipped our wine, and I reached out under the bubbles and lightly rubbed her calves, massaging the backs of her legs to relieve any tension a day on her feet may have created...my hands gently caressed her legs, her thighs, and then back down to her feet, where I applied slight pressure on her ankles and down to her heels. She murmured in appreciation as I lifted her foot out of the water and brought it up to mouth, planting soft kisses on each of her toes...my tongue exploring, sliding between her one, my mouth then taking each one in and sucking on it...Olivia showed her appreciation as her other foot slipped in between my legs, brushing it over my hardening cock, slowly stirring up both the water and my desire with her movement. I continued focussing my attention on her feet, lifting her other foot up, careful not to upset her balance in the spa, and repeating my actions alternately across both feet, eliciting intermittent sighs of pleasure whilst our conversation drifted from casual chat to a more intimate level...Olivia slipped her feet from my grasp, and slid around in the spa to move up next to me...her lips worked their way up from my upper arm, over my shoulder, up my neck, before opening to release her probing tongue around my ear...she began to nibble, gently at first, and then firmer, at my ear lobe, all of which was working me up to a state of excitement that is was getting keener to act upon I leaned into her ear and whispered, "Let me lick your tits, darling." Her response was immediate...she kneeled by in the tub and cupped her gorgeous breasts in her hand. I pulled the flimsy bra cups to either side of her chest and leaned forward to feed her left nipple to my waiting mouth...I sucked on her wet nipple, rolling it between my lips, reaching up to take the fullness of her breasts in my hands...I sucked deeper on her breast, engulfing as much as I could of her, running my tongue over her nipple within my mouth. Olivia sighed with pleasure as I did this with first one breast, then the other, my thumb rubbing and flicking one exposed nipple as my mouth centred attention on the other...I couldn't get enough of her magnificent tits, I sucked and pinched and rubbed and caressed them with hands, mouth and tongue for an absolute age...while I continued to suck them, I ran my hands down her side, around her back and ending up on her cute ass. I held her firm cheeks and pulled her hips towards me, and reached between her legs to pull her bikini to one side, allowing her cunt to glide back and forth over the tip of my cock, allowing it to graze over her cunt lips and lightly stimulate her clit, resulting in murmurs of approval from my sweet babe...when I finally backed off, I sat back and just admired her beauty, the slick traces of my saliva reflecting in the dim light of the candles in the room. I then started to slide myself out from under her legs, up the side of the spa, until I was sitting out of the water, on the outer edge of the spa, exposing my very hard and wanton cock for her attention. I didn't need to say a thing, Olivia knew what I was after...she bent over, her firm, round ass poking out of the water and her smooth back dripping with moisture...her long blonde hair, tied up to keep out of the water, stray hairs falling to each side of her head and resting in my crotch as she moved up to take my hardness into her mouth...I gasped with sheer delight at the first sense of her oral ministrations beginning on my cock...her tongue flicking over the head, swirling around the tip, taking in every ridge, every curve. She licked up and down the length of it before wrapping her lips over me and starting to pump her mouth, taking as much of me as she could deep into her...I lay back against the wall, enjoying the pleasures being lavished on me, when I heard a knock as the door...Olivia didn't stop from her mission, and I was in no mood to interrupt her, so I called out, "Come in, we're in the spa." I heard the door open and close and Jo called out from the living room. "Can I come in?" "Please do," I replied, trying not to show the strain of Olivia's now even more focused attentions on my cock, as I wanted this sight to greet our lovely blonde friend as she walked through the bathroom door...she stopped in the doorway, a grin spreading across her face as she took in the sight of Olivia's bobbing head in my groin, and the look of impending release on my own face as I neared climax. "Couldn't wait for me, huh?" Jo said as she moved towards me, reaching behind my head and lowering her lips to mine, sliding her tongue into my mouth to entwine with mine, stifling my moans as I felt the rush of semen build in my cock and my climax build, until I finally released a hot rush of come into Olivia's waiting mouth...her lips clamping around the head of my cock as I spasmed with each ejaculation, her tongue working to slurp my come back around my cock, and then releasing me from her mouth and lavisciously licking me, coating her tongue and lips with my juices. Olivia stood up in the spa, placing one hand on the back of Jo's neck and thrusting her tongue into her mouth, whilst pulling on my cock with the other hand, milking my cock of every drop of semen as these two darlings kissed and licked each other's faces. Olivia pulled back, and the two girls looked at each other, Jo still dressed, her hair fetchingly dishevelled as a result of both Olivia and I kissing her, her mouth bearing traces of my cum left there by Olivia's tongue, the front of her blouse damp from the humidity; and Olivia, standing there in the spa, still licking her lips to gather up every last taste of me - her beautiful body still wet from the water, droplets hanging from her breasts and her nipples standing at firm attention, the water drops tracing lines across her voluptuous figure, down between her hips to her smooth, shaved pussy, her pierced cunt ring glinting in candlelight as it peeked out from the flimsy strand of her bikini. Olivia offered her hand and said, "You must be Jo...I've heard so much about you..." Jo's eyes took in every inch of Olivia's body, and replied "You too...and it all looks true..." as she licked her lips, tasting the combination of Olivia and myself around her mouth. I just looked at the two of them, remembering that the night was yet young, and that it was just the three of us for the next few hours... and I offered a silent thank you to the powers that be... Spa Treatment My sister, well my half sister, has been addicted to Korean spas since she studied in Pusan. When I turned 18 the first thing she wanted to do was drag me to a spa. I didn't really want to go, honestly who wants to see naked old people chilling in flip flops. I was really disappointed when she told me my birthday present was a day at the spa. I felt like she really got a present for herself. What I wanted was a Playstation 3 and what I thought I was getting was naked ahjumas. The day after my birthday she took me to K-town in Manhattan. The place was nicer than I thought it would be, there were cheerful lighting and despite the narrow hallways it seemed like a nice homey place. It smelled wonderful , like mint and jasmine. Most of the rooms were segregated by gender, the staff whisked you from room to room doing all kinds of things, wrapping you in leaves in one room, soaking you in mud in another. Between the wonderful smells soothing sound and hot stones on my back I found myself surprisingly having a blast. Around the four hour mark my sister asked me to rest in a small sauna with her. We sat listening to a rich violin solo when my sister turned to me and asked. "Every got your boji waxed?" "No," I said "isn't easier to just shave" "Its not about the hair." she said smiling knowingly. "It's not?" "No" she said with a sigh at my apparent navite. There was a switch next to the door that was used to call and attendant , my sister flicked it. After a few moments a rosy cheeked girl came to assist us. Most of these places employed newly arrived people so I could see that she was nervous to talk to me, likely assuming I only spoke English. She turned to my sister and after a brief exchange in Korean I was following her out of the room. "Jaila!," My sister screamed before I could leave, she was tugging on the bottom of my towel. "You're booty didn't feel a draft?" The attendant didn't bother to try not to snicker it must have been funny for her to see me try to fit my large breasts and bum into the towel made for skinny Korean girls I was provided. After I was somewhat decent I was led down the long narrow hallway to a new room. The attendant told me very slowly and very loudly to wait there. The room was very small and only had a massage table and various beauty supplies and scented lotions. I clung to my towel and hopped on the table. I was admiring my wiggling toes when the door opened and I was surprised to see a man standing before me. He was handsome, very strong angular features. He stood about 6'1, the few grey hairs he had showed despite youthful looks he might be in his early 40s. He smiled at me and I smiled back. "Are you feeling comfortable?" he asked me in Korean. I nodded my head. "Do you speak English?" I asked him in my infantile Korean. "Sure thing" he reapplied with a South Queens accent. Despite the drawl he voice was deep and sexy. I could feel all the blood in my cheeks and I knew I must be blushing. I could feel his eyes on my body as he asked. "What type of wax do you want?" I shyly pointed at his destination and looked at my wiggling toes again. "No need to be shy," he said " lie on your back please." I awkwardly maneuvered myself and my too small towel into the position he desired. It was by some miracle that I didn't expose myself. "Let's get started" he abruptly yanked my towel to my navel leaving my goodies out in the open. "How old are you? He asked as he powdered me like a infant. "18, I said my birthday was 2 days ago." "Well, happy birthday." He said as he used a wide Popsicle stick to smear hot wax on my Venus mound. "Thanks" "Did you get what you wanted?" He said as he put a strip of cloth on the patch. I was about to answer when with no warning at all he sadistically yanked that cloth with all the power he had. I don't know if it was the shock of the experience or the pain , but all I could remember next was smelling a strong scent. Something like tiger balm and Indian food. I jolted back in to consciousness and i was still lying on my back. "I take it this was your first time? Its all over now." I didn't answer him and swung my legs over and onto the floor to inspect his handy work. I was clean as a whistle and bare as the day I was born. "Would you like a massage?" he asked. "Are you going to do that again?" "Well, you don't have any hair left so I wouldn't waste the wax." I rolled my eyes and got back on the table. "Lay on your back please." Hi hands wandered down my back working various muscles, most of which were only tense becuase of the abuse my happy patch had previously endured. His hands moved from the small of my back to my hips and curiously over my round behind and the back of my thighs. I had never had a massage before so I thought nothing of it until he raised my towel giving him a full view of my ass. He slowly massaged my thighs. Color rushed to my face, I was completely embarrassed by how aroused I was by this stranger touching me. His hands were rubbing my bare hips and my pussy was pulsating with want. I knew I shouldn't be allowing this man, who was most likely old enough to be my father, carry on the way he was. Of course I could see why he couldn't help it. Most of the women he see have to be wrinkly and old, then here I come fresh and barely legal with the thickness. Why not let the poor guy cop a feel, it wasn't like I wasn't enjoying myself. "Would you like to turn over?" He asked, I complied silently. He was a big boy, and his khakis weren't doing to good a job of hiding that or his arousal. He began to work the front of my thighs under my towel, my skin tingled with his touch. The terrycloth was torture against my aroused nipples. His hands ventured to my inner thigh and began inching closer and closer to my place. The closer he got the more excited I became. To my disappointment he withdrew his hands from under my towel and began to massage my lower legs. After working on my feet and toes he began the long journey back to the trunk of my body. "You're very pretty down there." He said breaking the long silence we shared. I didn't know what to say, but I found myself saying "Thanks." I tried not to look at his obvious erection and turned my head to the fake Monet on the wall. I knew he must be enjoying how red my face had become. His strong hands were at the top of my thighs, I tried to hold in a gasp of shock as his finger lightly ran up my wet pussy lips. My whole body reacted as if his finger was made of lightening. He laughed and brought his finger to his mouth. "Taste good too." He cooed. This was when I was supposed to be a responsible person and scream bloody murder, but I was 18 and if you can't do stupid shit when you're 18 when can you? Not to mention what was the use of saying No at this point, my body was screaming Yes louder than my mouth ever could. I said nothing he took the silence as consent and returned his hand to my pussy. He slowly and gently rubbed his fingers along my lips and clit and my hips instinctively moved with his rhythm. I tried to keep quiet , for all I knew these walls were paper thin. I must have been doing a lousy job becuase I found his hand covering my mouth as his other hand. He removed it and mad the universal "shh" gesture. I smiled shyly. He took switched his hands, letting me taste myself. He seemed pretty pleased with the image. He withdrew his hand from me and motioned for me to swing my body to the side of the table. I obediently did as told. Still holding my towel in place. He seemed amused by my shyness. He placed his hand on mine and slowly moved it to the side of my body along with the towel. My bare breasts finally exposed to him. He raised an appreciative eye brow. "I've never seen any as big as yours" "I hear that a lot." I said shyly. He took my breast in hands softly cupping them and began to kiss on suck my already taunt nipples. I was pretty glad he wasn't making the usual asinine pillow talk, saying something about me tasting like chocolate - or saying how my dark skin against his pale skin was arousing. He was putting his lips to much better use. He began to kiss the valley of my breasts and chest , I giggled as his kissed my neck and nibbled on my ear. "What's your name?" he whispered. "Jang, Seon Hee" I purred back. The name was actually that of this stupid cunt that went to high school with me why her name was the first I could think of is beyond me. He continued to kiss and tease my neck, which drove me wild. I wrapped my long legs around him and rested my arms on his shoulder. I could feel his hardness up against my clit. His mouth almost devoured mine. As his kissed me I ran my fingers through his thick silky hair. He pulled away from our embrace so his lips could return to my full breasts. He gently guided one of my hands to his cock. He was massively bigger than my ex boyfriend. I started to have second thoughts. What I was doing was crazy. At any moment someone could walk through that door, Hell my SISTER could walk through that door. I was engaging in total insanity. "You're pretty big, Oppah..." I couldn't finish my sentence, perhaps sensing my uncertainty he bowed his head and softly places his lips on mine. His kiss was intoxicating. I ran my tongue along his full lips and wrapped my arms around him. He kissed me passionately , deeply and hungrily. I was eager to be devoured by him. Every place on my body his mouth touched burned like it was on fire. His lips crept down my body as I rested my elbows on the table my legs still in the air. "You're so cute here" He said, before I could return the compliment she burred his face in my little love garden breathing in my scent as he flicked his tongue over my opening. I bit my lip in an effort to stop my moans. I never felt so sensitive and responsive to oral. Perhaps this is what everyone was going on about with waxing. My thighs had his head in a soft but powerful grip as his powerful hands gripped my hips, which undulated helping his tongue massage my wet pussy. I couldn't even make a sound , I don't even think I was breathing. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. My back arched, and all my blood rushed to the top of my skin. I cupped my own breasts as pleasure his my body in waves, making my every limb pulsate. I had never actually cum before this, its not that I didn't love having sex, I just didn't know that there was more too it than feeling pretty alright. This was a whole new reality that I'd never experienced. When my body stopped shaking I stared up at the ceiling confused and amazed. He began to kiss his way up from my boji , past my tummy stopping to pay respect to each breast before he found my lips again. "Can you do something for me-" To answer him I clumsily lifted myself to face him and began fumbling with his belt. After a small battle with the buckle I unzipped his trousers and eagerly relieved him from his pants. My eyes widened in anticipation. he was indeed a very big boy. I couldn't wait to taste him. I hopped off the table leaving my towel behind before I could kneel he bent down and placed his lips on mine again. He was a lot taller than I first though. I guess becuase I had on no shoes and he did. I was intoxicated by his sharp and sophisticated cologne "Can you deep throat Oppah's cock?" he whispered in my ear. This was something I always liked to hear, obviously not becuase of it's romantic undertones , but I loved to hear the gasp of shock when I actually complete the task. I knelt before him and took him in my hands. It was think and warm. He was uncut and glorious. It was a treat to hear him moan softly as I wet his cock by licking and kissing his head and shaft. As I worked his shaft with my left hand and caressed him with my right I looked up at his pleasured expression. I slowly took him into my mouth, widening the back of my throat and letting him slide into me until my nose was resting on his belly. "Oh shit", I couldn't see his face but I'm sure it was priceless. I ravished him in my usual energetic and enthusiastic fashion loving the was his cock throbbed and pulsated in my throat. "Slow down, I don't want to cum" I didn't want that, at this point I was crazed with arousal. I wanted him to take me, pain or no pain. I obliged him and slowly worked his cock with my hands as I flicked his kissed and sucked his head. I never had a man of his girth. The thought of him inside me scared me but excited me more. The more excited I became the more I ravished his cock. He pulled away and took my breasts in his hands, I guess at what he wanted and leaned into his erection. It was amusing to see the head of his cock disappear and reappear between my cleavage with every thrust. "You like my cock?" For an answer sucked it into my mouth and felt him throb. "Turn around and show me your little boji" he commanded. I gave his cock one last kiss before I bent over the table. He gave my ass a playful pat as I spread my legs a little wider to give him a good view. He spread my glistening wet lips with his thumbs. I wondered if he was admiring me or his own handy work. He let go and I could hear his pants fall to the floor. The signature sound of a condom being opened. After he put it on he began to rub his stiff cock on my wet pussy. I was nervous but wanted him inside me. Gently he pushed himself inside me. My body tensed as my boji tried to accept him. His girth felt like he was pushing my limits. I had never felt so full, it hurt...but in the best possible way. "You're so fucking tight," he growled lustfully "Can you take the rest in?" THE REST IN, I thought , before I could convey my alarm he was attempting to thrust himself inside me. I let out a pathetic whelp of discomfort. "Too much?," He asked with his face buried in my soft dark tresses, " Hop on the table." He withdrew from me so I could honor his request he guided my body into the desired position. I faced him with my legs warped around him again. I felt extremely shy as he looked into my eyes. I hid myself in his chest.I ran my fingers through his salt and pepper hair. He melted into me slowly, we moved in rhythm with each other. My back arched in pleasure and I found myself on my back with my legs against his body. I could tell he loved my tight young pussy griping his cock. I was almost at the height of arousal as he pumped his throbbing member as deep as he could inside me, when he abruptly stopped to flip me over. He slammed his hard cock deep inside me, I couldn't even make a rational thought let alone a sound. He grabbed my towel with was still underneath me by both ends making it taunt against my underside forcing all of him inside me. He did this with such force that it raise my entire body with each thrust, making a satisfying "slap". He grunted with pleasure and effort, I could feel the sweat from his brow falling on my back. "You like being fucked hard," He said between grunt. I could tell he was saying this more for himself than actually inquiring about my likes and wants , so I let my moans answer. I could feel another orgasm building up and his tempo quickened. I held my breasts in my hands and lay my head on the table taking his pumps and moaning with pleasure. The first wave hit and my back arched he let go of the towel and ran his hands up my body and firmly gripped my breasts. I felt weak with pleasure and he pressed my body against his still pumping his fat cock in me. He must have been near his peak as well, I think the sensation of me cumming all over his cock did it for him. I could his body go rigid as he cock pumped his juice into me. He held me close as he rocked with his orgasm. When he let go I floated back onto the table , spent but extremely satisfied. He withdrew slowly making sure not to spill his seed. "I'll be right back" he said he said stroking my soft hair. he adjusted himself and pulled his pants back on. He held me close to him , brushing my hair back so he could kiss my shoulder. "Don't go anywhere, okay" I nodded and wrapped my towel around me. He gave my booty playful slap, before walking out the door. I waited a moment before peaking my head into the hallway. When I saw he was nowhere to be found I skedaddled my black ass back to the sauna where my sister was. I would have run but the experience left me so sore I was penguin walking by the time I got back to her. "Shit, took you long enough , you fucking baby. It couldn't possible still hurt." She said sipping some cool water. "What the hell took you so long?" she asked. "Nothing," I said as I added more water to the hot stones. She shrugged and continued to relax. We ended the day with manicures and pedicures. The whole time she was completely unaware as to how awesome her birthday present really was. Spa Treatment Sandy had always shaved her mound. The thought of waxing sort of made her nervous and the idea of some stranger seeing her like that, so vulnerable, made her even more nervous. So, every few days, out would come the razor and Sandy would work for an hour or so making sure she was smooth and hairless for herself but also for Freddy who, after so many years of marriage had gotten tired of the "70s" look of a nicely sculpted bush, but full. When they had first gotten together he loved her bush, he said it was like doing a porn star out of 1977, but after a few years, seeing what a bare shaven pussy looked like and having much easier access with no risk of pubes in his throat, he encouraged her and she went along, hence, the shaving began. Sandy had been talking with Steph about the day they had fooled around and commented to Steph how smooth she was to the touch and how soft her vaginal lips felt on Sandy's cheek. Steph said she had shaved for years but found that waxing was much better because for one, no risk of a nick or a cut. Also, instead of every few days, she could go WEEKS. "Sure, it's a LITTLE painful, but so worth it and if you get the right person doing it, there pain is minimal. I often go to Lara who is wonderful at it,"Steph told her. "With Lara, I barely feel anything, she's that good." Sandy discussed with the Freddy then after he said, "It's entirely up to you, babe, YOU'RE the one having it done, not me." Sadly was still a bit apprehensive until Steph came over one day with a gift certificate to the Royal Spa and told Sandy, "Give it a try. If you don't like it, never do it again. In fact, this will get you a massage AND a waxing, a facial and even a pedicure." She had gone all out. Sandy was sold. She showed up for her appointment about 15 minutes early. She checked in with the receptionist and asked if Lara was available. "Sadly, not today, she has four appointments this morning and then has to leave early. You can have either Reggie or Dagmar. Both are very good, very professional. Dagmar also does the massages and today being a slow day; you can have her do both and never leave the room." Sandy liked the idea and really didn't want to have a guy doing any waxing, especially since it was her first time and she intended to get EVERYTHING waxed. She pictured Dagmar as being old and sort of butch and thought that would be fine. An employee led Sandy to the area where the facial would take place. Sandy was in heaven. The girl doing it was a master at it and Sandy was extremely relaxed. While this took place, the pedicure was done by a small Asian girl. Sandy's feet were washed and massaged and Sandy truly felt like she could just doze off. Both were true professionals and neither spoke the entire time. Sandy simply got lost in the feeling and the soft music playing in the background. How could this get any better? Once the facial and pedicure were done, she was lead to a room with a large exam table, but at one end there was a hole where Sandy's face would go so she wasn't face first on the table. She was asked if she was comfortable disrobing. Sandy said she was fine with it if Dagmar was. She then stripped off everything as instructed and laid on the table, face down. Dagmar entered and introduced herself. Dagmar was about 40, athletic looking with a strong looking body but not butch in the least. She had a soft voice and a slight accent, Danish, she informed Sandy. Her auburn hair was cut short and had some blond highlights and her eyes were a light brown and large. Sandy didn't find her beautiful but she had a nice quality. Ok, having this lady running her hands all over me might not be so bad. Dagmar started with just a touch of warm oil. She trickled it all over Sandy's back and then slowly kneaded it in starting with her shoulders and neck. Dagmar's hands were strong, but not rough. She rubbed the oil deeply into Sandy's shoulders, pushing the muscle tissue around and loosening them up. Then she moved her hands down the length of Sandy's back to her hips. She would use two hands together then separately, pinching slightly, squeezing as she moved. Dagmar added a bit more oil and continued to work Sandy's back. Sandy was in la la land, so relaxed not only from the earlier treatment, but from this angel's handwork. She could feel her blood pressure drop a bit and her breathing became softer and more drawn out. She hoped she wouldn't fall asleep. In the background soft classical music played. Dagmar spoke very little but when she did, it was reassuring and telling Sandy just what she was doing. "I'm working the muscles here because it helps to ease the tension in your lower back" for example. Sandy just sighed an "OK" and slipped back into her little euphoric arena. Dagmar, after about 10 minutes on Sandy's back began to massage her buttocks and thighs. She added just a bit more warm oil and pushed Sandy's legs slightly apart. Sandy began to wonder if Dagmar was going to try something sexual. She wouldn't have minded at all, but, as if Dagmar was reading her mind, she said softly, "Not to worry, I'm only giving you a massage." Sandy was slightly let down, but ONLY slightly. This experience was just so amazing; she never wanted it to end. Dagmar's hands rubbed each of Sandy's ass cheeks in a circular motion and though her fingers, which were obviously impeccably manicured with short perfectly rounded nails, would slip between those cheeks a bit as she circled, she never actually hit anything of any importance. As Dagmar rubbed Sandy's inner thighs, right up to her vagina, though her fingers lightly brushed the labia majora, that was it, just a light brushing, nothing more. Sandy was beginning to fear she still might orgasm but at that moment, after working her butt and thighs, Dagmar moved on to her lower legs and behind her knees. Still more oil, but nothing drastic. Sandy never felt like she was a greased pig. What oil was drizzled on her body felt warm and relaxing and Dagmar rubbed it in so well that Sandy simply felt very moisturized. The massage had been going on for what seemed like a heavenly eternity but in fact had only been about fifteen minutes when Dagmar instructed Sandy to roll over onto her back. Sandy did so and her breasts and mound were now presented, giving Sandy a little thrill, a bit of exhibitionist glee, but she had to catch herself from doing anything stupid like 'offering herself' to Dagmar. She also knew that Dagmar would be seeing a lot more of her once the waxing started. She just rested with her eyes closed as Dagmar began at her neck and shoulders again, distributing the, oh so pleasant oil which Sandy realized smelled a bit like coconut. She LOVED the smell of coconut and couldn't believe she was just noticing it now. Dagmar's hands were magical as she rubbed, kneaded, pinched and squeezed their way down Sandy's body. Dagmar did indeed give Sandy's breast some wonderful attention, but it didn't feel sexual to Sandy, just extremely relaxing. The feeling was sensuous, ok, maybe that, but not sexual; not even when Dagmar's fingers gave Sandy's nipples a little tweak. Sandy was in an odd world between total stimulation and total relaxation and it was heavenly. Once the massage was done, Dagmar took a warm towel and patted down Sandy's pubic area, then she slid her arm under Sandy's knees and slowly lifted her legs and patted down her bum. It seemed the waxing would commence now. Dagmar didn't say much; mostly it was just her hands doing the talking. She softly said to Sandy, "I need you to spread you legs for me." And as she spoke those words her palm was resting just at the top of Sandy's pubis, Sandy's few pubic hairs reaching up between Dagmar's slightly spread fingers. Sandy complied without hesitation. Dagmar started by going over to the warm wax on the table nearby and with what was essentially a tongue depressor; she scooped up some of the warm blue mixture and spread it at the top of what little bush was there. She patted it and let it spread a bit and cool. Dagmar then grasped a corner and RIPPED it up and off Sandy's tender skin. Sandy was a bit shocked by the feel, but was surprised that it didn't hurt quite as much as she anticipated. She had seen that movie where the guy gets his chest waxed and the agony he seemed to be in was funny, and yet a bit scary as well. Dagmar was a true professional. The next bit of wax was a little lower, nearer Sandy's slit. Dagmar smeared a bit on, patted it and then, once she was satisfied it was cool, she ripped this one off as well. Dagmar would look closely, examine the area and with a pair of tweezers, would hunt down and remove any errant hairs that had defied her all powerful wax. She was VERY thorough. Once the waxing of the outer areas was complete and it was time to delve INTO Sandy's vagina, Dagmar took some powder. She spread it around the area she had already waxed and rubbed a bit just inside the Labia Majora. Dagmar was not afraid to touch Sandy's most intimate parts, and yet it was all very professional. Though Sandy was extremely relaxed and Dagmar appeared very much into her work, Sandy felt an overwhelming need to talk. Something deep inside her couldn't keep her mouth shut and she asked, "So, Dagmar, what got you into this business?" Dagmar ripped the latest smear from the left side of Sandy's mound and replied, "Well, I truly enjoy helping people feel beautiful. If someone feels they want to have their pubic hair removed, almost permanently, they must want to show the area off, and if they want to show it off, they must feel attractive enough to do it." "That makes sense," said Sandy as Dagmar opened her outer lips and applied wax on the left side, then patted it with her hand. This was the first time Sandy noticed that Dagmar wasn't wearing gloves. She thought everyone doing waxing wore gloves. Dagmar went on, "Everyone has something about them that looks good and yet too many people either don't recognize it, or feel embarrassed by it. The massage relaxes the person, makes them feel safe, special and comforted. The waxing, if they want it, can give amazing confidence. If you are willing to expose yourself to some stranger...I mean, normal people, not freaks and weirdoes, GOD knows I've had some of them here, but if an average person feels the desire to remove that hair, let a total stranger do that and them leave, knowing that someone else will be impressed, that's a good feeling for me. Does any of that make sense to you?" The next batch of wax was applied to the outer lip on the right side, on and over and in the lip and Dagmar patted away. She also gently rubbed the area between the leg and vagina on both sides to sooth the irritated skin. Once more, or maybe STILL was the better term, Sandy felt a rush of stimulation and calm. Oddest combination she'd ever experienced. "I think I understand what you're saying. Frankly, I'm in such a state that, you could tell me that most roads were made of marshmallow and I wouldn't argue." Sighed Sandy. Then she had the next RIP of wax inflicted. Dagmar chuckled at that one. Sandy wasn't counting, but she was sure that Dagmar had placed her fingers on or next to her clitoris several times during the procedure, never really touching it under its hood, but pushing the lips over and down many times, several times, hundreds of times... Who knew, who cared at this point. Sandy had enjoyed the company of girls on a few occasions so this was nothing new, except that, she could not get past that it was PROFESSIONAL. No matter how much Dagmar touched her, no matter how good it felt, it never approached that lever where Sandy felt she could cum at any moment. Screwy, to say the least. Once Sandy's vaginal area was done and her taint was finished, Dagmar had her roll over then scooted her up on her knees so that she was forming a triangle. Butt up in the air, down the back to Sandy's head which rested on the table, which formed the bottom of the triangle. Sandy started to giggle a bit. "Everything OK down there?" Asked Dagmar, giggling herself just a bit at Sandy's giggling. "Uh, yup, I'm just thinking that, if my husband were here, he'd either be face first in me or ramming himself in figuring it was an automatic invitation." They both giggled just a bit more and then, more wax. Dagmar smeared wax in an area just at the very top of the butt crack and in a triangular pattern going up a couple of inches. The patting, the cooling and then, the RRRRRRRIP. Next Dagmar placed a small amount of wax on the inside of Sandy's butt cheek and around one side of her bum hole. Again she patted it and even blew a bit on it to cool it, which gave Sandy a slight rush. Then once again, RRRRRRIP! She did both sides, and both times her fingers brushed the anus, never really spending time there, but the feeling was both a tease and a rush. Sandy kept herself just this side of calm every time Dagmar touched, rubbed or brushed one her 'special zones'. Dagmar never seemed to notice. "So, you kept saying 'people', not women. You've done guys?" asked Sandy from the far end of the table. "Oh sure. That's actually lots of fun. Even the studly guys who seem to think I'm really getting off on seeing and touching them can get a little uncomfortable when I'm nonchalant and don't seem to care. The guys who are very uncomfortable at the outset, they can be so cute. I put them at ease, relax them and make them realize that they're doing this not so much for themselves, but for some lucky woman who will probably appreciate the effort. I kind of have to put them at ease. It's a bitch to try and wax a penis that's small and shriveled. I don't want them to have a massive hard-on, but if I'm going to do a proper job, I need them to be a LITTLE big." At that she started to chuckle; "...a LITTLE, BIG! Sometimes I kill myself." Added Dagmar. Sandy laughed out loud herself at that one...the RRRRRRIP. But Dagmar's soothing patting and gentle rubbing immediately alleviated whatever pain Sandy felt. "Well, that's all the hair. I pulled, picked and scraped anything resembling a hair off of you," said Dagmar as her hands gently ran over the whole area she had just waxed. It was soothing. "Now I just have to rub some oil in to sooth the skin and promote healing and you're all done." Sandy didn't want to be done. This was just so incredible an experience that she wanted it to last forever. But nothing lasted for ever. That was when she felt the warm oil dripping down her butt crack and Dagmar's soft, sexy fingers begin to rub it in. Dagmar's fingers ran over each cheek and down the crack, over the 'brown eye' and gently massaged the oil into her skin. This oil was a bit different than the oil she used for the massage. It smelled like roses. Dagmar's hands rubbed the oil into Sandy's lips and over the whole area of her mound. Sandy was very turned on, even as she fought the feeling. She felt she'd DIE if Dagmar saw her begin to shudder and shake as the fingers rubbed and soothed her recently abused skin. Dagmar's hands rubbed the inner thighs, kneading the soothing oil into Sandy's skin, over her outer lips, over her inner lips, once again all around her back button, all the while seeming to have no sexual motivation, simply business. "Ok, could you lie on your back once more?" Asked Dagmar. "SURE!" replied Sandy, a little TOO enthusiastic. She caught herself and just pulled herself together, rolled over with no emotion. Once on her back, she spread her legs...WIDE. Dagmar didn't seem to notice the 'extra' wide spread eagle and simply proceeded to drip more oil on Sandy around her very precious area. She then began to rub it in. Her fingers slipped into the outer lips and all around the inner ones, never penetrating or even seeming to want to, the crevasse just below the surface, which was aching for attention. Dagmar's fingers brushed over Sandy's clit several times, but never enough or with sufficient force to cause even a glimmer of an orgasm. Suddenly, Dagmar said, "Well, that's it. Thanks for being such a good client." Sandy would have shit, right then and there, if it wouldn't embarrass her enormously. "DONE?!?!?" She thought. "We just started." Melancholy began to overtake Sandy; so close to an amazing sexual experience and yet...SO FAR. Sandy tried to ask about payment and tipping but Dagmar cut her off in mid-awkwardness by saying, "It's all taken care of at the front desk. You're fine. I just want to thank you again for being such a great client. I don't want to belabor the point, but I really enjoyed our visit." Sandy slowly sat up, as best she could and said/asked, "YOU really enjoyed our visit? Sweetie, I've never been..." she hesitated and in a split second decided, screw it, "I've never been so turned on, teased, thrilled and relaxed and calm all at once in my entire life. You are amazing. I would LOVE to see what you're really capable of some time." Dagmar grinned slightly, took a deep breath and then took Sandy's hand. Sandy was sitting there stark naked, glistening from the oil. Her nipples were as erect as they had ever been and her breathing was quick and shallow. "Sweet, sweet Sandy," began Dagmar, "I'm flattered. To be honest, you're not the first woman to suggest something, but I'm strictly dickly. I'm not into women. Oh, yeah, this is an amazing job and I do love bringing pleasure, but, no penis, no interest." Sandy became flush and wanted immediately to cover herself. Dagmar picked up on the sudden embarrassment. She said, "Hey, look, never, EVER think that I don't appreciate the female form. Do you really think I could do what I do if I didn't find some attraction to a woman? I mean, the beauty, the shape is all wonderful and touching you is a true joy, but when it comes to truly experiencing the joys of a sexual relationship, I want a man and only a man. I DO LOVE my job and touching you was a wonderful experience, but more because YOU enjoyed it than because I touched you." There was a pause. Dagmar added, "Did any of that make any sense?" Sandy sighed. "You've asked me that twice in just a few minutes. Yeah, it does. I guess it really does. Thank you. It's amazing to know that such a phenomenal physical experience doesn't have to be truly sexual. Thank you." Sandy smiled and became relaxed again. "Ok, so, you go take a shower. The last thing you want to do is get dressed with all that oil on you. Shower lightly so that it's still worked into your skin, but so that what's on the surface doesn't ruin your clothes." Sandy smiled again, took Dagmar's hand, kissed it, looked into her eyes and said, "You're something else." "So I've been told," Dagmar replied and smiled back. "Scoot." Sandy showered, dressed and went straight home. When she got there, she waited for Freddy and nearly raped him. Freddy did NOT complain. When he asked what was going on, Sandy simply said, "Do you want to talk or do you want to fuck?" The question went unanswered. When they were done, Sandy called Stephanie and thanked her. "Did you go to Lara?" Asked Steph. "No," breathed Sandy, "She wasn't available. I saw, or should I say, Dagmar saw me." "How was it? I've never been with Dagmar." "No woman will ever be with Dagmar, but oh my...I don't think I could ever experience anything like her again." Steph was confused and started to ask for clarification, but Sandy, who was smiling broadly on the other end, simply said, "Trust me, Heaven on Earth. I have to go. Thank you, thank you so very much and may you have one wonderfully amazing evening." Sandy hung up. Steph sat for a few minutes and then picked up the phone. "Is Dagmar available tomorrow evening?'