The sun’s rays kiss the lips of my vagina

as I lay naked and spread eagle on the blanket in the southern most corner of Central Park.  I’m gambling on the hope of no one wandering by, as I think I’ve chosen a quite secluded spot.

I suddenly have this inexplicable desire to expose my new Brazilian wax.  It feels so good I want to share it, even if it is only with the sapphire blue sky.

I glide my hand across the baby smooth skin of my pubis, hairless for the first time since my childhood.

It’s so soft, so smooth that my fingers continue down between my thighs.  It’s just as hairless and smooth here, as the waxing includes this part of my anatomy, as well.  This was something new I learned with my first Brazilian.  I’ve always had my bikini area waxed… but never like this.  A Brazilian is a whole new experience..

A new frame of mind .. my esthetician told me…


“It certainly is!” I exclaimed shrilly back at her as she ripped off yet another wax-coated, hair gripping piece of linen. I turned my head to the right as I lay prone on the waxing table and looked at my profile in the large mirror that filled the wall.  My eyes were wide in a berserk mask of surprise.

“Hold this here, please,” she directed me, pulling the disposable paper thong to the side so all but my labia was exposed to her.  “Bend this knee, please.”

Yes, Ma’am. I thought, but didn’t verbalize.  She was at a most sensitive spot and I certainly didn’t want to distract her.  Hot wax was the last thing I wanted near my pussy.

Except… when she put it there… it was kind of nice. Oh my god, I hope she can’t see that I’m getting turned on by this!

RRRiiiiiiiPPPPP!

“FUCK!”

“Yes, sometimes it’s a bit painful, this is quite the delicate area,” she soothed as she bent down to kiss the stinging burn away.

What the fuck?? Alarms, bells and whistles were shooting off inside my head.  I was stunned into silence as she moved professionally around to the other side of the table, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.  I watched her warily as she started going through the same routine of ‘hold this here and bend this there.’

When my body was positioned to her satisfaction, she paused, hand hovering above the wax covered applicator nestled innocently in its warming tray.  She stood looking down at me as I lay vulnerably on the table, the bottom half of me naked and spread open.  Only a tiny strip of paper fabric covering my virtue.

I realized then, that when I chose to have every shred of hair ripped from my vagina, I had given up my right to any speck of modesty I might have secretly wished to hold on to and I was at the mercy of this sadistic woman.

It sent a deliciously wicked shiver right through me.

RRRRiiiiiiiPPPPP!

“FUCK!” I hissed again through clenched teeth.

Her lips were on me instantly, kissing… but this time.. she lingered, moving her mouth sensuously over my skin.  And then I felt her tongue… warm, flat, tender strokes of comfort.  Licking away the hurt, smoothing over my pain clenched muscles… replacing my vicious expletives with soft moans of pleasure.

My hips rose up to meet her luscious mouth, but her hands pushed me down. “No, no,” she admonished, shaking her head, “we are not nearly finished.  Raise your legs above your waist and cross them Indian style.  Hold onto your knees and pull them towards your chest.”

I could feel my skin spread for her, pulling the paper thong taut between my ass cheeks.

She reached for the wax once more, painting the warm sticky substance across my most tender of nether regions.

RRRiiiiiPPPPP!

This time I didn’t curse, I didn’t even flinch.  She had left me wanton and needy with her licks and kisses.  If I couldn’t have pleasure, I was going to enjoy the pain.

And I did.

Thoroughly.

“We have one more angle left.  Up on your hands and knees in a doggie position.  We will finish by having Javier remove the down from between your buttocks.”

I froze midway in the rearrangement of my body.  Javier?

Before I could articulate my confusion, the door opened and a glorious blue-eyed, dark-skinned man rippling with muscles entered the room wearing only drawstring pants.

“Up on your hands and knees, please.”  When I didn’t move,  he turned to my esthetician questioningly, “Does she speak English?”

“Y..yes, I speak English,” I managed to stammer.

“Then why are you not up on your hands and knees? I am ready for you… are you not ready for me?”

Dumbfounded, I got on my hands and knees, turning my head to watch him in the mirror.  An uncontrollable giggle bubbled hysterically in my throat.  This was one of the most bizarre occurrences in my life, what on earth possessed me to have this done?

Javier approached me from behind and in one swift movement, pulled the paper thong from my hips, down to my ankles and had hot wax surrounding my bottom.

RRRRiiiiiiPPPPP!

My breath evacuated my lungs like a bullet from a gun, but I did not cry out, even as the tears streamed down my face.

“Good girl… very good.”

At the sound of his words, I looked quizzically at him in the mirror.  He bent over me, hard, hairless chest draped on my back and reached around my waist, between my thighs and down to my newly waxed lips.

“Hhmmm, yes…” he murmured. “Very good, very good indeed.”

I knew I should have been panicked, but the smoothness of his hand against my newly exposed skin was such a uniquely different sensation that I didn’t want him to stop.

“I need to make certain your Brazilian was done properly,” he whispered into my back, eyes locked on mine in the mirror.

Stroking his hand between my legs, his fingers found my clit and rubbed slow circles, round and around, heating me up.  My hips moved in time with the motion of his hands, rocking me, causing my breasts to sway inside my bra, the friction turning my nipples to stone.

The esthetician appeared by my side, pushed under my top and pulled up my bra, releasing my swaying breasts.  Rolling my nipples between her fingers, she sent immediate jolts of pleasure from my head to my toes.

The awareness of multiple hands on me at once engulfed my senses and I could feel my orgasm rising.

Javier sensed it too and thrust a finger between the folds of my hairless lips, finding my core slick and ready.  Withdrawing his finger and pulling my wetness with it, he pushed hard on my clit. I groaned in climax and sitting back on Javier’s hand, thrust his fingers deep inside of me.  Waves of pleasure overtook me, pushing me, releasing me from any pain I felt earlier.

He helped me ride out my orgasm, fingers buried within, then he gently lay me down on the table and cleaned me with a warm wet cloth.  “Yes… I think the Brazilian was done properly.  Very good work… very good, indeed.”


As I lay naked and spread eagle in the sun’s rays in a hopefully secluded spot in the southern most corner of Central Park… I thought of this new experience… and I couldn’t wait for my hair to grow in so it could be waxed off again.

The time spent with Javier and the esthetician, was indeed … a Happy Hour.

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Naked Lady

1 ounce Rum

1 ounce Apricot Brandy

1 ounce Sour Mix

dash of Grenadine

Add ingredients to an ice filled cocktail shaker. Shake. Strain into a chilled martini glass.

Enjoy!