Brazilian Wax at the Shop
Having tasted the pleasure of sex, Su-hui could not get it out of her mind.
The morning after her long, messy night with Won-chul at the motel, she woke with her whole body aching and her legs trembling beneath her.
So this is what sex feels like… this good…
She lay there for a long while, replaying the night in a daze, until a faint soreness between her legs made her look down. After how hard and how often Won-chul had driven into her, she was a little swollen.
Most women never study themselves that closely, but after her first time Su-hui was half afraid and half curious. She picked up a hand mirror and slowly angled it between her thighs. She wanted to understand why Won-chul had praised her so much — why he had called her pretty down there. The pussy in the glass was slightly wet from sleep. The pink folds had parted a little, no doubt from taking his thick cock again and again the night before. As she looked, she remembered something else he had said — the waxing. The crude word he had tossed out kept circling in her head: back-boji.
If I had no hair, it would look even dirtier, wouldn't it? And when we have sex, he'd be able to see everything more clearly…
The image of spreading herself wide for someone, showing off a completely bare pussy, sent a flush of heat through her. She felt herself grow wet again.
I should look up a waxing shop.
She turned on her computer and started searching for places near her studio apartment, checking ratings and reviews with care before settling on one that wasn't far from home. When she called to book, a woman answered — the owner, she assumed — and they set the appointment for the following day.
Alright… I'll rest today. Tomorrow I'll get waxed, and then I'll call Won-chul…
The next day, Su-hui arrived at the waxing shop.
"Oh—"
The sound slipped out of her, startled. Behind the counter sat not the woman she had spoken to on the phone, but a man who looked to be in his mid-thirties.
"Um… I have an appointment…"
"Ah, Lee Su-hui, right? Come on in."
"I… I booked with a woman yesterday, though…"
"That's my wife. We run the shop together."
"Ah… so will you be doing the treatment as well?"
She had assumed a woman would be handling her. The realization left her slightly flustered.
"Well… a little, yeah. Probably? My wife and I have been trading off every other day lately… Want me to call her in?"
Su-hui opened her mouth to say yes — then stopped.
If I let this man do it… he'll see everything. My pussy, wide open.
The thought of showing herself to a stranger sent a flicker of heat through her. Even if nothing happened, the situation itself felt filthy — and that was enough to stir her.
"Ah… no. It's fine. I'll just go ahead."
"Alright then. Come on back."
She followed him into the treatment room, and the walk stirred a strange echo — the same feeling as trailing Won-chul into that motel room. Inside there was a bed and a scatter of stuffed animals.
"Go ahead and rinse off quickly in the shower next door, then come out wearing just your top."
He handed her a large towel. Su-hui took it and stepped into the shower. She washed quickly, came out, stripped off her bottoms, and lay down with the towel draped over her lower half.
The man gathered his tools, sat down beside her, and spoke.
"We'll start by trimming. Make an O with your legs for me."
The towel came away, and Su-hui's pussy was bare. Spreading her legs into that shape opened her so wide she felt certain he could see everything. He leaned in with the thinning shears, his face close, and began to cut.
Snip. Snip.
"You don't have much hair."
"Ah… is that so?"
He kept up a stream of small talk, as if to ease the awkwardness and loosen the tension in her body.
"Every now and then I get clients with a lot of it. Thick, too. When the wax goes on, some of them cry from how much it hurts."
"What if it hurts that much for me?"
"Hmm. Yours isn't thick, though, so I don't think it'll be that bad."
He talked as he worked, trimming the hair above first, then moving down toward the more sensitive flesh. He murmured an apology, and Su-hui felt her pussy being spread open. A moan nearly escaped her. She swallowed it, her hands tightening hard around the stuffed animal she was holding. As a professional waxer he had clearly done this countless times; he didn't seem embarrassed at all. But below the edge of the bed, his cock was already standing stiff against his pants.
The truth was, the man had been celebrating from the moment she walked up to the counter. He had waxed more women than he could count, but he had never seen anyone as pretty as Su-hui, or with a body that looked that good.
When he first pulled the towel off her hips, he had nearly lost his mind and taken her right there. Those long, smooth legs. The faint suggestion of abs disappearing under her top. The flush on her face as she clutched the stuffed animal, looking ashamed. And then, when she spread her legs into that O — that pink pussy. She barely had any hair to begin with, and almost none over the important parts; there had been no real need to trim. He had only touched her because he wanted to look longer. Pretending to work the shears, he used his other hand to spread her further. The hood of flesh over her clit shifted up, and her clitoris peeked into view.
Fuck… this girl is so goddamn hot…
His face drifted closer without him meaning to — close enough that his breath touched her.
Huuuh—
"Nnh…"
The press of his fingers spreading her, then the warm brush of his breath — a small moan slipped out of Su-hui. The sound snapped him back, and he spoke quickly.
"Sorry. If I don't get the leftover hairs here, it'll hurt like hell later."
"Ah… it's okay…"
She hoped he wouldn't notice that she was wet — that she was getting turned on. He set the shears aside and picked up the gel.
"We'll do the top first. That's the worst of it. Once this part's done, the rest is bearable."
The waxing gel went on above her pussy, cold against her skin. When he ripped the strip away, it didn't hurt nearly as much as she had expected.
"That was more manageable than I thought."
"Yeah, your hair's pretty fine, so that helps. Alright, now the lower part."
He took the gel and began spreading it along her inner lips.
"I have to be thorough here and do it in one pass. It's a sensitive area — if I go over it more than once, I can tear the skin."
Thorough, he said — and his hands grew bolder. He spread her open and worked the gel into every fold, his thumb grazing her clit in light, teasing strokes that were almost a caress.
"Hnn… haah…"
A moan broke from her mouth. Unlike before, her toes curled and her upper body twisted against the bed. She was starting to get genuinely aroused. He kept touching her, then slid a finger down and gently parted the entrance where a cock would go. A thin sheen of clear wetness had already gathered inside her.
What the hell. Is this girl getting off on this too?
He casually smeared some of that wetness onto his thumb and rubbed it over her clit.
"Hhk—"
Su-hui bit down hard, fighting the sound. He was almost certain she was enjoying it, but he didn't want to ruin things, so he kept going with the waxing. Watching her struggle to hold in her moans only sent more blood rushing into his already-hard cock, making it thicker, tighter.
"Alright. Can you get into a cat pose for me?"
"Sorry? A cat pose?"
"Yeah. I need to wax around the anus as well."
The shame burned through her — and right alongside it, the heat. To be seen like that, by this man, everything on display… She got onto all fours, and the sight nearly made him come on the spot. Those pale, marble-smooth legs. Between them, a pussy already nearly hairless, flushed a slick, pretty pink. And that pink little hole above it. A woman this beautiful, presenting her ass to him in this position — and not just presenting it, but wet enough that her juices were already showing. Filthy. Completely filthy.
"Hmm. Doesn't look like the anus needs much. I'll just tweeze the leftover hairs."
He left her in the cat pose on purpose and started plucking the stray hairs around her pussy. He was close enough that if he stuck out his tongue he could have had her, and he let his breath spill over her as he worked. Su-hui was already wound tight. The memory of Won-chul taking her from behind, his cock inside her while he played with her ass, sent a fresh pulse of heat through her pussy. Thinking of that, she glanced back at the man looking at her. He had climbed up onto the bed now, and she could see it — the outline of his cock straining so hard it looked ready to tear through his pants. She knew he was just as turned on as she was. The memory of sex with Won-chul crashed over her, and she wanted, right then, to take this man's cock in her mouth, to take it into her pussy.
"All cleaned up. I'll put on some soothing cream now and check for any hairs I missed."
Normally the leftover-hair check was done in thin latex gloves. He had already taken his off. The cock trying to punch through his pants said everything — he was so hard that if there was any way to fuck her, he would take it. He moved in closer behind her. The cream could just as easily have been applied with her lying on her back, but the cat pose was too filthy, too perfect, so he started spreading it just like that. Over the mound, around her anus, and down over the pussy that was already slick with her own juices…
"Haahn."
She no longer tried to hide the sounds. She couldn't have if she wanted to. Being on display like this, ass up for him, was humiliating and unbearably hot at the same time, and her pussy was so wet it shone. He said nothing as he worked the cream in, mixing it with the juices leaking out of her, rubbing it over every inch of her without the slightest hesitation.
"Haaang, hnn, sir… haah… wai— hh, wait…"
Her body kept twitching under his hands, moans spilling freely. Seeing how she responded to every touch, he took it as the green light and grew bolder. This time he went straight for her clit, rubbing it in earnest.
"Aaahn, ahn, that's— ahn, haaang… sir, hh… too… aaahn."
Certain now that she was fully gone, he kept one hand on her clit and reached the other to her ass, kneading the pale, springy flesh. His touch sent her higher. She was already oversensitive from the constant attention to her pussy; having her ass groped on top of it only made it worse. Juices spilled out of her in a steady trickle, running down over her clit where his fingers were working — the cat pose left her no way to hide it. Watching that glistening, dripping pussy, he knew she was completely lost. The hand on her ass slid forward, over her taut, elastic breast.
"Hnn, s-sir… aaahn, not there too… aaahn."
He slipped his hand under her top and found her nipple. It was already hard, standing tight with arousal. After working her clit for a long while, he slowly pushed his middle finger into her pussy. It slid in on a coat of her own wetness, parting the sticky pink flesh. One knuckle… two…
"Hahk— sir, wait, hnn, ahn, you can't— haaang."