Chasing After Waxing: A Small Town's Allure for Me

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In a small town in Ohio, Houston provided things that one could only dream of. I became inspired indeed. Following my recent encounter at the lesbian boutique, I became determined to explore what the city had to offer. While cruising an area called Montrose, I spotted a sign that advertised 'waxing.' Taunting another woman turns me on like nothing else. I immediately pulled into the drive and parked near the front door. Upon entering the shop, I saw a bevy of skin products and related beauty items as well. 'I'd like to schedule a waxing,' I said to the woman behind the counter. Her eyes darted to my short shorts with a look of concern. 'Ummm, sure, let me check the schedule,' she said rather hesitantly. 'I have an opening in fifteen minutes,' she replied, as she continued looking at my shorts with that look of concern. I sat among the others as I waited for them to call my name. The woman behind the counter walked past staring at my legs as she passed by, with that look of concern again. I feared I was a bit under dressed. Soon thereafter, my name was called. I followed a woman to one of the studios in the back. She was kind. She handed me a bottle of water and a warm robe to wear during the procedure. 'She'll be right with you,' she said as she closed the door. I removed my clothes and wrapped that warm robe around my naked body. I stared at the waxing-table. It was very similar to what one would see at a gynecologist's office. 'My oh my,' I said to myself. Soon, there was a knock on the door, 'may I come in?' I heard. I was surprised to see it was that woman behind the counter, the one who seemed distracted by my attire. I already knew this wasn't going to be what I was hoping for. I remained standing while she prepared for the session. 'Have you ever been waxed before?' she asked. 'My first time,' I replied. 'You'll do fine,' she replied so clinically. Once the stage was set, she motioned for me to sit in the 'waxing chair' she called it. As I sat down, I felt a surge of lust and anticipation. She positioned herself near me, then started to clean her hands. My pulse began to rise as this was the moment I had been waiting for. "I'm sorry," I said to myself, as I rocked my left leg so elegantly. 'You're dangerous.' She took a step closer to me. "Are you ever tempted?" she asked. I nodded slowly, as I continued rocking my legs. She closed the door and left the room immediately. I lay there trembling with arousal. To avoid any entanglements, I quickly dressed and returned to the lobby. As I stood by the counter to pay the bill, my attendant smirked and fought the urge to acknowledge what just occurred. Her professional status returned yet we both knew her breath smelled like pussy.

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