I Went In for a Bikini Wax and the Woman Doing It Didn’t Stop When I Started Moaning… She Just Told Me to Spread Wider
I booked a standard bikini wax. Nothing more.
She had me lie back, legs open, and started working with the same calm professionalism as always. Warm wax. Quick strips. The usual sting. But when she got to the most sensitive part, her fingers lingered longer than necessary, brushing over my clit while she smoothed the wax down.
I tried to stay still. A small sound still escaped my throat.
She didn’t stop.
She looked up at me, eyes steady, and said quietly, “Spread wider.”
I did.
The next strip came off and her bare fingers replaced it — sliding through my wetness, rubbing slow circles over my clit. I moaned louder. She didn’t pull away. She just pushed two fingers inside me and started working them in deep, steady strokes while her thumb kept pressure on my clit.
“You’re soaking the table,” she murmured. “Stay open for me.”
I gripped the edges of the bed as she fingered me harder, the wet sound loud in the small room. She leaned down and replaced her thumb with her mouth, sucking my clit while her fingers curled inside me. I came fast, thighs shaking, trying not to cry out too loud. She didn’t stop. She licked me through it, adding a third finger, stretching me, until I came again even harder, dripping onto her hand.
Only then did she stand up, calmly wiped her fingers, and finished the last of the wax like nothing had happened.
When I sat up, still trembling, she met my eyes and said,
“Same time next month… or sooner if you need another session.”
I was still wet when I left.