I’m shopping in an upscale retail area and notice a spa offering waxing and massage services in addition to facial and nail treatments. As a physically active man, I thoroughly enjoy the therapeutic benefits of bodywork and massages are a reward I give myself for steady training. I also enjoy massages as an opportunity for a little playful exhibitionism if the vibe seems right with the therapist.
In addition to massages, waxing is another guilty indulgence. Yes, waxing. I like being waxed between my buns, around and including my balls, and the base of my cock. This is commonly called a manzilian. There are several reasons for waxing. It keeps with my overall desire to be well groomed and polished. I also get a lot of pleasure from it. I love the feeling of having the hot wax applied between by buns along with the sudden pull followed by a quick soothing touch. There are sexual benefits too. Having smooth skin heightens my sensitivity and sexual pleasure – I love having my smooth, highly sensitive balls touched, sucked, and massaged.
Getting a manzilian seems to create a slippery slope of pleasure. Since I have begun waxing, it seems women more frequently drift from my cock to my silky smooth, heavy balls and then to my smooth hairless bottom. This, as many ladies are well aware, is such an INTENSE pleasure. My feet are almost cramping right now thinking about a sexy lover working magic with her tongue in this area.
As I mentioned earlier, I am also a playful exhibitionist. I’m intrigued by the idea of stripping all the way down before a woman that I’ve never met before and savoring her reaction as we both try to carry on like I’m not naked. There is also a very high probability that I will get hard during the waxing, and this will also present my esthetician with a handful of decisions to make. I savor this delicate dance.
Waxing for men in the more intimate zones does require a little extra effort. The majority of female estheticians don’t offer this service. However, for whatever reason, I have noticed that if I inquire in person, my odds improve. This is my strategy for today.
Walking into this spa, I quickly assess my surroundings. There are ten or so tables where manicures are given and maybe ten reclining chairs for pedicures. Immediately to my left is a makeup station and before me an unattended receptionist desk. There are a handful of Asian girls and men who are busy taking care of the female clientele. I can feel a lot of eyes on me and they linger longer than they should. I imagine they aren’t used to seeing male customers walking in. Within a few minutes, a stunning Asian woman comes to the front to greet me. She introduces herself as Yumi. It is as if she walked right out of a dreamy haze and now stands before me.
I’m instantly immersed in her exotic eastern glow. She appears to have a tight little body with perky breasts and is wearing traditional clothing with platform heels. Even in those heels, she can’t be over 5’ 4”. The heels make her tone calves pop and hint at similarly tone thighs hidden beneath her dress. Her hair is dark chocolate brown and pulled into a stylish large bun. Her smile is engaging and framed with plump cherry-red lips. Her deep brown eyes seem infused with light and twinkle with excitement. My thoughts drift momentarily…it would be so amazing to feel those full cherry lips stretched wide and wrapped tight around my hard cock.
I snap out of my trance to inquire about a massage appointment and am soooo hoping Yumi is the massage therapist. In her broken English, she lets me know the therapist is out but offers to book an appointment. Damn. I put that aside for the moment and move into my real reason for stopping by – waxing. Even if they don’t do waxing for men, I’m hoping to at least have some innocent fun with our conversation.
I ask, “Do you offer waxing for men?” My heart races as I anticipate Yumi’s next question. She delivers on cue, “What waxing you need?” I flash a bashful boyish smile and savor the awkward embarrassment of the moment I know is coming. I move my hands over (not touching) my package and ass as her eyes follow along and say, “I’m looking for waxing down below”.
She seems embarrassed and bashful by what just happened.
In an instant, I’ve created an inner swirl in the mind of a woman I just met by directing her thoughts to my cock and balls. I feel a little bad for embarrassing her, but it is a reasonable service request at spa. It’s not like I walked in and flashed her. Yumi is clearly flustered, perhaps guarded, and obviously wasn’t expecting my service request. “We…I…um, not sure we do that for mans.” Still, she didn’t say “no”.
Yumi is offering up some uncertain resistance so it feels like I may have a chance. I inject a little humor and a warm smile into the discussion. I work the waxing proposition and explain that I’m a “good boy” and just trying to find a reliable place for regular waxing. I’m not really sure understands everything I’m saying. Yumi smiles and at least seems to be enjoying the playful, non-threatening boyish charm as I make my case. Our eyes continue to drift up and down one another’s bodies as we laugh and talk.
As her initial impression continues to wash over me, I have a strange sensation that she is wearing a mask. She is guarded and trying to hide what she is feeling, but Yumi is failing. Her energy is spilling out and infusing me. We are connecting and I can feel it. It isn’t like this happens all the time but I know it when it happens. Magic is present.
Yumi’s eyes linger bashfully on mine. I find myself licking my lips subtly as we talk…imagining I’m kissing her and tasting her arousal. Damn, I am all over her…in my mind. Can she feel me thinking about having her sexy legs pinned above my shoulders and how badly I want to pound her hot little pussy? I see her stealing glances at my lips as I innocently keep them moist. Is feeling this same magnetic pull between us? What naughty daydreams are flashing through her thoughts?
Yumi’s accent and modest English only enhance the eastern glow I feel radiating and warming me. Clearly, she wasn’t born in the U.S. and much of her traditional culture must remain. I find other cultures and ethnicities so interesting, and I am immediately fascinated with Yumi. I have noticed she is also wearing a large diamond wedding band. I’m envious of her husband.
Yumi says she will check with the therapist for available massage appointments and finally concedes that if the therapist agrees to waxing it is okay in her spa. In her spa? This is a magnificent spa, and I’m impressed that she owns it. She says, “I call you later when I have answer.” I had hoped it would be Yumi that provided both services and this wasn’t exactly the reply I wanted. Regardless, I felt something with Yumi and sensed that she felt it too. If I could become a regular customer, she might take over providing these services for me. Leaving the spa, I know I have to find a way to spend more time with her…even if I have to endure pedicures and a foot massage.
A few days pass with no call from Yumi so I call back to the spa to follow up on my waxing. An Asian girl answers the phone and asks what I need? I start explaining what happened a couple days ago when I first visited. The voice on the other end of the phone is suddenly very alive and filled with energy. “Yes! I remember other day from you. You come today for wax? I will do it.” At that moment I realize I am speaking with Yumi. This is an unexpected and very exciting turn of events! WOW! I schedule my appointment for later in the afternoon.
I can’t even get my mind around what is happening. Did her massage therapist decline both services? Did Yumi even ask her? Wow, my thoughts are spinning as the erotic swirl takes flight. In three hours I will strip down and stand completely nude before Yumi. She will touch my cock and balls as she waxes me. Really, I can’t even believe it. I don’t usually get this pumped up for moments like this, but there is something about Yumi that is calling to me. The energy I felt flowing between us, she tried to fight it but must have felt it too.
I wonder if she has ever seen a nude American man or, if having a very traditional Asian upbringing, any man other than her husband? Is this something she has fantasized about? Why did she offer to do the waxing for me? How will she react when I am naked on her waxing table? Will I be the first man she has ever waxed? Will it matter that Yumi is a married woman? What are the odds that her husband knows what Yumi is doing? If he did know, how would he feel about it? Why did she say yes? An endless stream of questions and vignettes are dancing and swirling through my mind.
I will know more in a few hours.
Yumi – Chronology: Index and links to my erotic journey with Yumi.