A Brazilian Experience

Maybe it was the hot weather, or the fact that it was bikini season, or maybe just because, that prompted me to schedule an appointment at the beauty parlour on a lazy Saturday afternoon. When it came to my turn, I was ushered into a tiny corner of her salon, with soothing cream walls and a green ceiling. Jenny, my Vietnamese-American esthetician complimented my cute denim skirt which was, by that time, already folded up on the floor. I stared blankly into space as she snapped on her gum and smiled at me.

"First time?"
"Yep."
"I remember my first time, I screamed."

With that, she proceeded with her business with me. The very first strip was quite jarring and rather painful. By the end of the session, my toes were curled up and my fingers clutching the sides of the chair. But really, it wasn't too bad. It was rather bizzare experience, having someone staring intently at your crotch for half an hour whilst you keep your legs spread in rather odd positions. The results, however, are amazing.