Brett’s previous girlfriend had waxed him at home a few times, but that was over two years ago. He liked the clean feeling, how slow his pubic hair grew back, and she was more enthusiastic about rimming his starfish.

When he was innocently telling a female friend about getting home waxes, she suggested he check out this newer salon in town as they offered a “Wax Wednesday” price discount. Flash forward three months and this was going to be Brett’s third visit to Smooth Wax Bar for a manzilian. On his first visit, he booked online and rolled the dice in selecting a technician and chose Angelica because she had the most convenient time. For only forty dollars, he figured he’d give the new business a try.

During his first appointment, Brett was pleased to meet his attractive thirty-five-year-old technician in the salon lobby. Angelica and Brett shared some personal information in getting to know each other as he undressed. He learned that her parents had immigrated from Italy as children with their parents. Brett shared his waxing history, but mentioned he was now single.

Angelica had long black hair, a Mediterranean skin tone, dark eyes, and an athletic figure. He guessed she was five-foot and six-inches tall with full 36DD breasts. Working in a trendy salon, she had glam makeup, and on this day wore a strapless Boho inspired maxi dress with a funky print. Angelica also had multiple earrings and a thin hoop ring on her nose. She was definitely the cutest “granola girl” he’d ever seen.

His first session consisted of a full back wax, the manzilian wax, and everything went fine. After he dressed, he tipped her thirty dollars. She looked surprised by the amount and said, “Wow, thank you. That’s the best tip ever from a first-time client.”

As he paid the receptionist she asked if he’d like to pre-book another appointment. Brett quickly agreed and said let’s do six weeks. She asked, “With Angelica?” He told her yes.

As his next appointment approached Brett toyed with the idea of asking Angelica out for a date. He thought he might have a chance with the cute hippie type. He’d been divorced just over six years and had had several short-term “friendships” of four to six months.

Brett was a bit older than her, he was forty-one. He still had a decent body having kept in shape jogging and playing basketball at the gym with his friends. He was six-foot tall and one-hundred and eighty pounds. He had brown hair and eyes.

During his second session, just a manzilian, everything was going well. The conversation between the two flowed naturally, asking what they’d been up to recently. And then she went to wax his scrotum. As Angelica used the long wooden tongue depressor to spread the warm wax, she uncharacteristically commented, “You have large balls.”

Brett laughed hysterically. “Ya, ‘cuz they’re full of sperm.”

She looked him in the eyes, “I bet you’d like me to jerk you off, right,” she said as she quickly stroked his dick twice.

“I wished,” he mumbled.

“I’m sorry, that wasn’t very professional of me. OK, breath in and out,” she continued as she pulled the wax off his sack.

After she was done waxing, she applied an antiseptic spray to close the pores and then spread a lotion all over with her hand. Brett was surprised since she used the tongue depressor on the first visit.

As Angelica moved south to his balls, she playfully fondled his boys. “Oh, these are heavy. You better take care of that tonight,” she giggled.

He smiled at her, “Oh, and I know what I’ll be thinking about.”

Angelica blushed a bit and started cleaning up her supplies as he dressed. They proceeded out to the lobby where Brett paid and booked another “Wax Wednesday” session for six weeks. She had stayed in the lobby, just behind him. When he was done, he turned and there she stood.

She smiled, “OK, I’ll see you in six weeks.” She opened her arms and stepped forward and Brett instinctively hugged Angelica. As he went to leave, she teased, “And don’t forget to relieve that pressure.”

“As soon as I get home,” he said winking.

**

At this third appointment, when they entered her room she closed the door, and unknown to Brett she locked the door. They were both being a bit flirty as he took off all his clothes since he was having his back touched up before the manzilian. As he lay there waiting, he said, “I know I’m your last appointment today. Would you like to go down the block and get a drink when we’re done?”

Angelica stopped, turned toward him, and said yes. “I’d love to get a drink with you.”

She did a few spots on his back and commented that it wasn’t too bad for twelve weeks. She decided to do his butt crack next and had Brett raise up to his knees and spread his legs. Angelica told him there was some baby thin hairs, and that this might be the last time he would need his crack waxed for a while since the hair grows back very slowly.

She applied the wax and did six quick rips off wax. She kept him there while she spayed the area, and then the lotion. She then ran her finger down his crack very slowly, rolling over his starfish causing him to twitch and release a soft moan. Angelica noted his response.

“OK, flip over and we’ll do the front side,” she instructed him.

Brett was fully exposed again, his feet together and his knees wide open. Angelica started near his waistband, then the creases from his hip to his thighs. Brett knew she’d have to move his cock as it lay flat towards his chest.

She used one finger and lightly ran it from his balls to his mushroom shaped head, saying, “OK, I need to adjust your penis.” She wrapped several fingers around his shaft and held it toward the ceiling as she spread the hot wax. Brett barely noticed that she was slowly stroking him with one hand as she ripped the hair and wax off with the other.

He tilted his head up, looking her in the eyes, “You better stop that, or I’ll make a mess.”

Angelica smiled, “You’re already dripping.” Her thumb went to his glans and spread the slick pre-cum over his helmet.

Brett had raised his ass off the table as if trying to thrust into her hand. “You better stop or finish me off,” he said in a serious tone.

“OK, I’ll stop. We’re almost done,” she said.

Angelica proceeded to finish this front area and scrotum, this time not commenting about his big cum-filed balls. She did the antiseptic spray and was applying the lotion when she stroked his manhood playfully again. “Do you like this, Brett?”

He exhaled a big breath, “You know I do.”

“Good. I want to get you off,” she whispered as she began stroking him. Her other hand played with his balls and then pinched one of his nipples. Angelica bent over and licked his head as she continued to stroke his seven-inch shaft. She pulled her big tits out of her tank top and rubbed each breast. She then pinched and pulled on both nipples. “Am I turning you on?” she snickered.

After a few more strokes, he felt her warm, wet mouth sucking on his crown. Her tongue teased him, circling around his ridge, and then down his shaft to his balls. Brett was now watching her, and they made eye contact as she sucked one testicle into her mouth.

He knew he was getting close; he was so turned on watching her give him oral. “I’m close. Get a wipe, hurry!”

Angelica released his ball and engulfed his cock back into her mouth, sucking and licking simultaneously. Brett was now slowly thrusting. “Don’t stop!”

He placed his hand over his mouth as he groaned softly. Brett shot several gushers of jizz into her mouth. With each blast of spunk, he thrust into her mouth. When he was finally done, his cock went soft, and Angelica released it from her mouth.

She tapped his thigh, making him look. She stuck out her tongue; it was covered with his pearly cream-colored baby batter. Angelica then swallowed his load.

“I bet you feel a lot better,” she teased. “I couldn’t let you go to drinks with a loaded gun.”

Angelica stepped toward his head, held each boob, bent over, and shoved her milk melons in Brett’s face. His hands replaced hers, and he began licking and sucking on each breast. After thirty seconds, she stepped back.

“Hey,” Brett said. She looked at him. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure. Get dressed while I clean up and then we can go to drinks,” she said.

As they were about to leave, Brett tried handing her forty dollars. She grabbed his wrist. “I didn’t blow you for a bigger tip. I did it because I wanted to do it.” She took one twenty out of his hand. “Go pay. I’ll be right out.”

**

They had just ordered a second round of drinks when Brett moved his tall bar stool around their small circular table to be closer to Angelica. He wrapped his arm around her torso, lightly pulling her toward him. When she turned her head, his lips landed on hers.

After a few simple kisses, she felt his tongue slide into her mouth. Soon they were sharing a passionate kiss in the middle of a busy bar during happy hour.

When they broke apart, Angelica was smiling, her deep brown eyes sparkling with excitement. “Do you live nearby?” she asked. “I’m about fifteen minutes away. But I have a roommate."

"I’m thirty. Why don’t I get us a hotel room? There is a Marriot by the freeway at the River Street exit,” he whispered.

“OK,” she replied. “What did you have in mind?”

Brett chuckled. “I think you know. No, seriously, let’s have some fun, then we can go to dinner, and if we’re up for it we can return to the room.”

**

When Angelica and Brett entered their hotel room, she beelined for the bathroom, telling him she’d be out shortly. While she was powdering her nose, he pulled the bedsheets back half-way, took off all his clothes, and stroked his cock.

Brett heard the door open, turned, and saw her walking toward him wearing only a smile. He knew she had a nice body and big tits, but he could finally appreciate her athletic, curvy body. He also noted her dark landing strip.

“Give me a minute,” Brett said. He quickly did his business and washed his hands, face, and family jewels.

When he returned, he found Angelica had turned on the tv to a music channel and was spread-eagle on the bed playing with herself. When they made eye contact, she smiled and told him, “I think you owe me at least one orgasm.”

Brett said nothing. He climbed on the bed from the bottom and was now between her legs, his face inches away from her beautiful pussy. As he inhaled, her musky scent indicated she was wet and turned on. He admired her lady bits from top to bottom. The two-inch dark landing strip, her engorged pearl and hood, swollen labia, and what was obviously a lightened rosebud.

Not surprisingly, Angelica was not shy about expressing what she liked during oral sex. After all, this is the woman who gave a blowjob to her wax client at the salon. “I like licking and then sucking on my clit to push me over the edge. And fingers.”

“This isn’t my first rodeo,” Brett said sarcastically.

As soon as he began to slowly lick up her labia, he knew this wouldn’t take long as the Italian beauty was very vocal, letting out a short moan. Brett licked and kissed all around her honey pot, making sure not to touch her magic bean. Using two fingers from his left hand, he spread her folds wide open. Two fingers from the right hand slowly entered her pink cave.

He quickly looked up at her. Angelica had her eyes closed, head tilted to one side, and as one hand caressed her breast while the other pinched and pulled on her dark nipple. Brett pressed the tip of his tongue into her slit and slowly moved north.

As his tongue lightly grazed her throbbing clit, Angelica twitched. Brett’s fingers slowly been going in and out, and were now buried deep, in search of her G-spot. Simultaneously, his fingers applied light pressure to her inner button while his tongue flicked her outer sex button.

Angelica whispered, “Oh, fuck. Yes! Suck my clit! I’m right there!”

Brett went “all-in” as his mouth covered her clitoris and she started slurping and sucking. As he sucked harder and harder, he added in a few tongue flicks occasionally.

The hotel room was filled with Angelica’s soft moans, bouncing off all four walls. Angelica’s legs were moving constantly, even though he had his arms under her thighs and wrapped around her upper leg. “Yes! Right there Brett. Don’t stop!” she commanded.

He knew she was close when she squeezed his head with her legs. Within seconds, those same two legs began quivering. Next, her inner walls spasmed and tightened around his two fingers. Finally, Angelica pushed his head into her kitty and yelled, “YES!” as her full body shook.

Brett slowed the sucking and returned to light slurps and gently removed his fingers. They were glazed with a milky white combination of pussy juice and creamy cum. He hungrily sucked both digits, tasting her essence.

“Hey, I want a taste,” she gasped between breaths.

Brett’s finger quickly returned to her soaking wet box, and Angelica greedily sucked on his fingers. “Admit it, my pussy tastes good,” she giggled.

“It sure does,” he agreed.

Brett chugged water from the side table as he watched Angelica slowly finger herself as she rode out her orgasmic bliss. He was unconsciously stroking his rock-hard seven-inch cock.

“Bring that thing over her and fuck my brains out,” she said. “Doggy?”

He smiled. Brett loved doggy for pounding a woman, and that is exactly what he was planning. “Sounds great,” he said, “but I’d love it if you’d rim and eat my ass first.”

Angelica smiled. “I knew that’s why you were getting waxed she laughed.”

He was positioned on all fours as she spread his cheeks and began licking his hanging balls, and up toward his starfish. Angelica lightly rimmed around his anus, teasing Brett as one hand fondled his cock and balls. When she finally licked his pleasure hole, he jumped. She was soon burying her face in his ass-kissing, licking, and probing his brown eye with her tongue.

Brett now sounded like Angelica had minutes ago; he was moaning and mumbling about how great it felt. After several minutes, she thought it was time for a surprise, so she slobbered on her index finger and quickly plunged it into his butt.

“Holy fuck!” Brett exclaimed. After a couple seconds of silence: “Warn me when you’re going to do that.”

“So, you’ve done this before,” she asked as she slowly went in and out with her finger.

“Yes, many times. I’ve had several prostate massages, and one old friend with benefits gal used her toys on me,” he confided.

Angelica smiled and laughed. “Oh, you’re a kinky one!”

“Now that you’ve got my cock rock hard, let’s fuck,” he said. “Cowgirl sound good?”

They were soon slowly rocking in cowgirl, with Brett licking and sucking her nipples. Within minutes she had a small orgasm from all the breast play. “I want you to fuck me hard and fast in doggy,” she told him. “Are you ready to bust your nut?”

“Very ready,” was all Brett said.

He moved on the bed and roughly grabbed Angelica and got her into position. As he grasped his throbbing seven inches, he rubbed the large mushroom-shaped head up and down her soaking wet folds. He knew she had plenty of natural lubrication, so he grabbed her hips and buried his cock deep into her pink cavern, finishing it off with a hard ass slap.

Brett’s hips moved in a methodical way as he thrust in hard and deep, and then slowly pulled back, leaving just his dickhead in her vajayjay. About every twenty seconds, he was alternating ass cheeks with a hard slap.

“Yes, Daddy. Fuck me hard!” she moaned.

Brett could feel his orgasm was about to hit, so he grabbed a fistful of her long hair, pulled it back, making Angelica’s head pull up. “Look at me in the mirror,” he said.

She was facing the bottom of the bed, and the dresser and mirror were right there. “Yes, Daddy. I see you,” she panted as her ass was being pounded with every thrust, now coming just over a second apart.

“I’m going to cum. And I’m going to shoot my load all over your ass and back,” he told her.

“Yes, Daddy. Cum on me. Give me your load,” Angelica said, encouraging him.

Brett felt his nuts tingle and tighten, so he pulled out and started stroking his throbbing manhood. Angelica fell on her stomach on the bed. “Cum, Daddy! Cum on me!” she labored between breaths.

“AGH!” he grunted. “Yes!”

Brett shot a long rope of jizz about three feet, landing across her back. It featured a large blob at the top, then a zigzag, and another small blob. As he continued to stroke his dick, he shot two more bullets of jizz which landed in the small of her back.

As he tried to catch his breath, Brett looked at the spunk on her back. He couldn’t believe that over the afternoon his manzilian wax gal gave him a blowjob, and now they just fucked in a hotel.

“Don’t move,” he told Angelica. “I’ll get a washcloth and clean up your back.”

“Why don’t we jump in the shower and rinse off?” she suggested.

“Cute, sexy, and smart,” Brett teased.

After showering and getting dressed, he asked if she’d like to go to dinner.

“I would,” she said. “But I need to get home to my husband.”

The End.