Private Locker Secret: Bare Pussy Waxing and Explosive Orgasms
I unlock my Private Locker. This secret’s been buried deep. Today, I spill it. Raw. Real. That day I let desire flood out.
Leaving Dr. Lambert’s office, relief mixed with doubt. My usual ambivalence. Strolling under sunny skies. Summer clothes in windows. No need to buy. Just excuses to wander.
The Opening: Breaking the Lock
Big bikini display. Plastic mannequins, slim. Most torsos only. One full figure like Sigrid, the secretary. Skinny. Perky tits. Thighs apart, pussy slit bare under tiny swimsuit. Half-covered crotch. Imagined Sigrid in it. Like Aïcha’s thong flash before. Smooth lips exposed. Images rush. I soak my panties.
Tempted to try one on. But pale skin, cellulite thighs, black pubes spilling out. Smiled at the horror. Time to fix flaws fast.
Near 1 PM. Hungry. Back to cafe terrace. Packed. Circling tables. Guessing eaters’ progress. They’d leave soon for work. Idle woman’s thoughts. Own it.
Second lap. Hear my name. Sigrid waves. Empty chair beside her. No hesitation.
Slide in. She’s nibbling salad. Pink shrimp, grapefruit. Barely filling.
Chat weather, sun. Dutch roots. Here for enviro law. Skipped classes. Coast bummed off-season. Met Dr. Lambert at Landes naturist camp. With his friend.
Order golden croque-monsieur. Beer too. She watches me devour. Amused smile. Don’t care. Starved.
Terrace empties. Past 2 PM. Her foot on chair edge. Notice short’s seam. Outlined pussy lips. Nearly nude. Follows my gaze. Spreads wider. I blush.
Laughs. Leans in. ‘Like my pussy?’ Face burns. My age!
‘Such a beautiful body,’ I dodge.
Hand on my thigh. Slides up to garter skin. Shiver hits hard.
‘You’re pretty too. Don’t look your age.’ Clumsy flattery. Never worn garters. Laugh about it over shorts. Big shared laugh.
Hand again. Pushes skirt higher. Passer stares, stumbles turning.
‘Your skin’s so soft. Shave everywhere smooth.’ Silence. Tug skirt down.
Casual: ‘Why not shaved?’ Lips saggy now, not pretty. She spills: Older women at doc’s get lasered. Waiting room lady fully bare.
Jumps up. Late. Doc mad. Quick kiss.
Savor espresso. End up at Aïcha’s beauty institute. Hand on door. Pull back. Adolescent nerves. Breathe. Push.
Blondie rushes in. Boss Elise smiles. Checks schedule. First-timer. Takes her. Signals she’ll be back.
Tell Elise about doc’s OK for tattoo. Slot in three weeks. Pigments out, vacation. Fine. Sunbathing OK till then.
Book wax: legs, pits, full bikini. Whisper yes.
Aïcha free soon. No errands. Sit with celeb mags. Nearly doze.
Aïcha emerges with fat blonde. Same wax booked.
Smiles sly. ‘Decided on wax? Not bad. Super smooth after.’ Heart races.
Stairs. Stare at swaying hips.
Narrow room. Gyno table.
‘Undress for pits. Oriental wax best. Sticks better.’ Back turned. In bra, panties. Garters taut.
‘Try real stockings someday.’
‘They’d suit you. Help pick.’
‘Off with panties, stockings. Might stain.’ Hands her soaked black crotch. Sniffs wet spot. Smiles.
Keep garter belt. On table. Legs in stirrups. Butt forward. Spread wide. Pussy opens. Wetness flows. Her eyes feast. Clit swells, peeks.
Loves her between my thighs.
Hand in bush. Shivers ripple.
The Intimacy: Raw Exposure and Release
‘Pits first.’ Unhook bra. Nipples hard peaks. Flicks right one. Stings sweet.
‘Gorgeous nipples. Tattoo?’
‘Yes. Booked Elise.’
Wax pits fast. Legs quick.
‘Now bikini? Won’t regret. Grows back.’
Hesitate.
Shows hers. Drops thong. Blouse open. Red lace strains tits. Brown areola peeks. Smooth mound. Spreads thick thighs. Glossy slit.
‘Touch.’ Silk lips. Mound. Finger slit to anus. Bare. Her eyes roll. Wet string trails.
‘All off!’
Cuts bush. Wax balls pull pubes gentle. Not bad. Sits at my sex. Open.
Wipes vulva. ‘Too wet. Won’t stick.’ Ignore. Eyes shut.
Lips sensitive. Fingers everywhere. Pleasure trumps sting. Anus circled. Tease or wax?
Peek: Pubis bare. Clit hoodless, red, proud.
Eyes close. Excited. Ashamed.
Her hand guides mine. Feel smooth lips. Swollen inner. Clit throbs. Finger anus.
Cream. Orgasm crashes sudden. Violent.
Recovers. Caresses. Clit begs more. Pinch tits.
Hot breath. Tongue laps vulva. Head up: Her face buried. Slower sans hair.
Left hand busy. Masturbates.
Tongue anus to slit. Sucks long lips. Clit in mouth. Cum hard. Table shakes.
Wakes: She holds hand. ‘Scared me.’
Mirror later. Stand. Smooth thighs. Saggy lips hang. Clit hides.
‘Sexier bare. Sensations amazing.’ Knows.
Her tit slips. Wide brown areola. Wrinkled excitement.
‘No panties, stockings. Oil tonight.’
Dress. She tucks tit.
‘Your tits gorgeous.’ Tutoyer natural.
‘Dream of your nipples.’ Laughs.
Stairs. Halfway: ‘Free Saturday?’
‘Tomorrow off.’
‘Pick you up. Coast house. Stockings.’
Numbers swap. Light mind. Locker shuts satisfied.
