Brazilian Awakenings

Kayleigh is getting a wax, which opens her eyes to what the world has to offer

“Welcome, you must be Kayleigh! You may follow me, your boyfriend can wait over there.” I immediately flushed, but sent a bright smile to the young woman in front of me. She was really pretty, with a natural bronze skin, dark wavy hair and dark, almost black eyes. I did feel intimidated by her beauty. Compared to her, I was super pale and boring. My boyfriend huffed behind me, but I ignored him. I was doing this for him, after all. He was always complaining after I shaved that I either missed a bit, or that it was growing back so fast. I didn’t really care that much. I enjoyed spending time with him, but the sex was mediocre. I don’t think I ever orgasmed with him. He thought he was the alpha male, though. Quietly I followed the woman to a room in the back.

“First time, darling?” She had a warm voice, welcoming. I nodded, trying to look confident but utterly failing.
“Y-yes, first time.”
“Well, don’t be shy around me! Look at me as your new best friend, considering I am going to be all up in your business.” She chuckled heartily as she waved her hand at my crotch area and patted on the padded table in the middle of the room. “My name is Soraya. I understand you want a Brazilian today? You know what it means?”
“I do.” I sounded a bit more relaxed now, her energy was rubbing off on me. “It’s, like, everything gone, right?”
“Doesn’t have to be. I mean, if you want a landing strip, or a triangle, I can make that work. But it does mean front and back service.” I nodded, my heart started to pound a little.
“No, my boyfr… I mean, I would like it all gone.” She cocked her head to the side for just a little bit, but nodded.
“Do you have any questions before we start?”
“Does… does it hurt?” She laughed a little at that, but in a good way. It made me relax even more.
“Depends on the person, darling. It burns, but I am sure you can handle it. I’m sure you will love the results. Now, why don’t you take the lower half of your clothes off, while I prepare the wax?”
“No towel?” I blurted out, at which she laughed again.
“I mean, I can hand you a towel, but my face will almost be buried inside your flower, so there is no place for modesty here. I will know your private parts better than your own boyfriend after we are done.” She turned around after that, thank God, because my face was bright red. It wasn’t until now that reality started to sink in.

“Now, lay down, place your feet together and just let your legs fall open. That’s it, absolutely perfect.” I did my absolute best to not hide myself from her. Besides my boyfriend and my doctor, nobody had ever seen me naked. “If there is anything you’re uncomfortable with, just tell me, okay? But trust me when I say I have seen it all.” Soraya stepped closer and let her fingers slide over my skin.
“I can absolutely work with this, darling. The length of the hair right now is perfect. And you do have a pretty one.” I kept my eyes on the ceiling, not too sure what to say to her.
“I’m going to apply the wax, it will be warm.” I nodded silently and held my breath as heat spread over my skin. “Not too hot?”
“No,” I croaked.
“Good. Placing the strip now. One, two, three!” She tore the strip off. For a second, I felt nothing. And then the burning started. I sucked in my breath as she placed a hand on my skin. The burning quickly subsided.
“Now, how was that? Do you think you can do this?” It wasn’t too bad, so I nodded, earning a light chuckle from her.

With the second strip, I started to notice something. The warmth, the light pressure from applying the strip, and then the burn. The burn that started to travel elsewhere. I bit my lip as my skin tingled, it was almost like an itch that was growing steadily. I moved a little when she told me to, and it felt like my pussy opened itself up more. Her fingers that expertly moved and pulled on my skin to get the wax and the strip in the right position. Her fingers brushed against my lips, but I didn’t even think she realized it. Not like I did.
She made compliments from time to time, but I barely heard it. Each strip she pulled, the light burning pain made the tingles that more pronounced. They were all centered around my clit. Something I never felt before, not like this.
She positioned me in all kinds of compromising ways, but at this point I realized my arousal and I didn’t care anymore. My head was swimming. I felt exposed and at this point I was loving it. Maybe I would even drag my boyfriend to the bedroom as soon as we got home, something I never thought I would feel.
“Kayleigh, are you doing alright, sweetheart?” Soraya’s voice was low and it almost sounded like she was a voice inside my head.
“Mm, yeah, yes, I’m good.” It had taken everything not to moan at that point. Soraya giggled.
“We’re almost done, darling. Just a tiny bit more and I always like to do a final check.” My whole pussy was incredibly sensitive from being tortured by the wax, but the thought that it would end made me almost sad. She pulled a strip that she had placed very close to my asshole and it made me slightly spasm. Her fingers danced over the skin she had just pulled bare. It could have been my aroused mind, but it almost felt like she was caressing my hole as she did so. Then the other side. The heat of the wax, the pressure of the strip. The hot burn of hairs being torn from my skin and then the gentle touch of her fingers. It was a heady combination. I craved it. I already knew I would come back to her.

Her fingers were still lingering on my sensitive skin. Longer than before. Right now, I was absolutely certain she was gently stroking my asshole. It tickled, but I didn’t move. I kept breathing, with my knees pulled up and my pussy pulled open. I was completely exposed to her.
“All done,” she whispered, but she didn’t move her fingers away. Nor did I put my feet down. Instead, I might have opened my legs a little bit wider. It wasn’t much, but it was a silent invitation to keep going. She understood, but she was careful. Slow. Her fingers moved up, over the sensitive skin of my perineum, and drew slow circles around the entrance of my pussy. I shivered. There was a faint thought of my boyfriend never doing this. He fucked, and he was done. The thought of him quickly faded as her fingers moved up, now circling my clit. I opened my mouth, but I didn’t speak. She knew. She knew my body better than I did, at this point. She was so close that I felt her warm breath on my wet folds. She saw all the reactions my body had to her touch. She could smell the longing coming from my most intimate spot. Her fingers moved down again and very gently, very slowly, she inserted one finger inside my pussy. A deep moan escaped my lips. This is what I needed right now. She pushed until her hand was pressed against my hips. Slowly back out. On the way in, she added a second finger. Slowly in, applying pressure and finding spots I didn’t even know existed. Something primal pulled deep within my whole being and I knew I needed her to continue. A third finger. It was a bit of a tight fit, but I welcomed her.
But when I felt her hot tongue slither over my clit, I knew I was done. My back arched off the table, and her hand quickly clasped over my wide open mouth to mute the moan. Just in time too. She kept fucking me with her fingers, slow and deep, as her tongue danced over my clit. The dizzy feeling took over my whole head, through my body to my toes and back up, centering at my own core. There it built up, and kept building. It was a terrifying, unknown feeling. I wanted to plead with her to stop, but I had no words. No thoughts. Just everything, all at once. And then it came. I came. Deep waves washed over me, again and again and again. My body spasmed until I no longer had anything to give. Finally, the world slowed down as her fingers slowed down as well, coming to a halt. But she did not withdraw herself yet. Instead, she hovered over me, pressing her warm, full lips against mine. Greedily, I met her kiss and opened my mouth to welcome her tongue inside.I could taste myself on her tongue. Her breasts rubbed against mine through our clothes and I became aware of the fact that she was female. And so was I. That thought made my pussy clench over her fingers and she chuckled.

“We still have time. I want to feel you.” Soraya’s voice was husky and deep, and all I could do was nod. She had given me my first ever orgasm and I felt drunk. Pliable. And she was taking full advantage of it. She pulled me up to a sitting position and I watched how she placed a big towel on the floor. She then pulled me off the table and pulled the shirt over my head. Without a second to waste, she unclasped my bra as well, leaving me completely naked. I caught an image of myself in front of the mirror, where she had placed the towel. The skin of my pussy was a deep pink, but it was also puffy and wet from arousal. My nipples were hard and my cheeks were flushed. My eyes were drawn back to Soraya, as she quickly undressed herself as well. Her nipples had a dark color, a stark contrast to my pink ones. It became even more obvious when she stepped closer, grabbing my tit firmly and pressing our nipples together.
“You are so beautiful, Kayleigh. So pale and pink. And your pussy is to die for.” She pulled me to the towel and pushed me to the floor, on my back. Confidently and in full control, she pushed my legs wide open. She then sat in between my legs, one leg over my own leg, so her pussy lined up with mine. She had a thin landing strip. Her lips were dark too, but her inside was just as pink as me. My heart was pounding as I realized what she was going to do. Surprising myself, I reached forward, grabbing her thigh and pulling her harshly against me. Our pussies met, they collided and in unison we started grinding against each other. Her juices mixed with mine as we fucked harder and harder, our teeth clenched together to keep the noise down. We each chased our own pleasure, finding the pressure on our clits and exploring the feeling of our pussies rubbing together. She reached forward to play with my nipples and I did the same to her. I watched with wide eyes as her body started shaking, her muscles tensed and I felt a warm fluid gush against my pussy. She just squirted! The thought alone was enough to pull me right over the edge to yet another orgasm.

We were breathing heavily, our pussies still mushed together, but we no longer moved. It was like the most intimate kiss I had ever shared.
“Holy fuck,” I whispered, which she answered with a nod. She felt so soft, pressed against me. Her curves were beautiful. Her hard nipples begging to be sucked. And weirdly, I wanted to dive between her legs and lick her pussy clean. Kiss her full lips so she could taste herself. Just the thought of going back to my boyfriend and letting him fuck me made me nauseous. Maybe I wasn’t made for men. Maybe, just maybe, I just needed more women in my life.
“We really should head back,” Soraya broke my train of thought. I nodded. When she moved away, I felt oddly cold and empty. My pussy was still spread open. She gently patted me dry with the towel before she helped me to my feet. I took the opportunity to steal another kiss from her, my hands sliding over her butt cheeks.
“Don’t, beautiful, or we are never leaving this room.” I shrugged, feeling oddly confident.
“I don’t care.”
“I do, I have to make money. But you know what, I’ll give you my phone number. When you think you need some touching up on your waxing, give me a ring, and I’ll see what I can do for you. Don’t bring your boyfriend, though.” I giggled, hearing the underlying invitation.

I quickly dressed and smoothed my hair back into a ponytail. I followed Soraya back to the waiting area, where my boyfriend sat waiting. My heart sank when I saw him.
“Finally!” he complained. I gave him a quick peck on the lips, but it felt empty. Like kissing a wall.
“I’m sorry, but Soraya is very thorough in what she does. Absolute impeccable service, though. Made me feel right at home. She knows what she is doing.” I winked at the gorgeous woman, the paper with her phone number almost burning a hole in my pocket. I couldn’t wait to get home, dump his sorry ass and give her a call. As we made our way outside, my panties rubbed harshly on my still sensitive and battered skin. A reminder of an amazing afternoon.