"Oh, honey, I won't lie, it hurts like hell, but tomorrow, you will be in heaven. Well make you as smooth as the day you were born. But trust me, it will be worth it. You'll wonder why you hadn't done it before."
"Let me think about it," Samantha said, still a little unsure of the idea. "Let me think about it."
Desi put the final touches on Samantha's hair. "Honey, only a fool would mess around on you. Look at you!" she said tussling her curls as they both looked at the changed woman in the mirror. Samantha smiled. "She's right," she thought to herself. "Only a fool," she repeated.
"Now follow me," Desi said grabbing Samantha's hand.
"Where are we going?"
"Just follow me," Desi replied.
She led Samantha into a back room in the salon. "I'm not giving you a chance to back out on this. It's my treat. Now strip and lay down on the table."
Samantha blushed again. No one other than her boyfriend had ever seen her naked before. She hesitated as she started to strip. "Oh, honey, don't be shy. I've seen it all," Desi said with a chuckle. "I won't bite!"
Samantha forced a smile. She couldn't believe she was actually going through with it, but she was. "Why not," she thought to herself. Samantha stripped down; her well toned body exposed for the world to see. Well at least Desi, that is. "Only a fool," Desi said as she gazed over Samantha's naked body. Samantha quickly tried to cover herself. "Sorry honey. I didn't mean to embarrass you. Only a fool would mess around on this! Now lie down and let me work my magic."
Samantha laid the table; her heart was beating a mile a minute. She couldn't wait to get it over with. She could feel the warmth of the wax on her nether region. "Now just relax," Desi said. Without any further warning, she ripped the cloth strip removing hair and wax. Samantha nearly jumped off the table. "This is going to sting a little."
"Jesus, Desi, warn me next time!"
"Sorry, honey, it's better that way the first time..."
The torture continued. Each pull of the strip hurt like hell, but not nearly as bad as finding her boyfriend in bed with another woman. Samantha closed her eyes and bit her lip to hold back the tears. What seemed like an eternity was really only a matter of minutes. The torture had stopped and Desi was rubbing her newly exposed pussy with oil. "This will soothe the skin. Use a little more tonight and tomorrow you will be in heaven!" she said handing Samantha a small bottle of oil. "I'll leave you to get dressed." Desi left, closing the door behind her. Samantha lay there for a moment afraid any movement would bring back the sting of the waxing. Finally, after a few minutes, she got up the courage to move. Desi was right. Whatever she had given her was helping. Samantha slowly sat up. She gazed at herself in the full-length mirror on the wall. Standing, she admired her body with its newly exposed skin. She was slightly aroused by what she saw. Fresh and bare as the day she was born. "Only a fool," Samantha murmured as she smiled at her self, taking a moment to explore herself with her hands. A shiver went down her spin as she brushed her exposed pussy. She wanted to explore more, but now was not the time. Desi was waiting and she still had things to do. Samantha quickly dressed and headed to the front. Samantha reached for her wallet, but Desi stopped her.
"It's all on us," she said with a smile motioning to the other girls in the shop.
"Thanks!" Samantha replied. "But you don't have too..."
"Enjoy your flight. Hope you find yourself someone who will appreciate you. We'll see you in a few weeks."
Samantha left feeling more like a woman than she had when she started her day. She had one more stop before heading home and packing for her flight. A few doors down was her favorite lingerie shop. Although she had no one to "share" it with, Samantha still wanted to pick up a few things. And she knew exactly what she wanted. Feeling like a new woman, it was time for a change. She had always seen models wearing stockings and a garter belt. She had always thought to herself how sexy they looked but had never worn them herself, mostly because she thought her boyfriend would think it was silly. But it was time for a change. She headed for the hosiery section of the store and picked out some stockings and a garter belt that would go with her uniform. "May as well go all the way," she murmured to herself as she walked past a display of satin panties and bras. After a short root through the piles, she managed to find a matching pair. Her pussy began to tingle. She wasn't sure if it was from the waxing or the thought of her wearing her new lingerie, but she was sure she was ready to get home. The store clerk gave her an odd look as she rang up the articles. Samantha gave her a half smile and said nothing as the clerk cashed her out. Samantha quickly headed for home to relax the remainder of the day. Before heading off to bed, she massaged some more of the oil Desi had given her into her aching pussy. The slightest touch of her hand had her tingling. "I hope you're right Desi," Samantha said to herself as she finished up. "I hope you're right." Samantha pulled her nightgown over her head and headed for the bedroom. She couldn't help but think about what she walked into the night before. She couldn't bear to sleep in that bed. Samantha headed for the couch in the living room. There she cried herself to sleep.
Samantha was roused from her sleep by a constant beeping. She rolled over on the couch and grabbed her phone to shut off the alarm. "How can it be 5:30 already?" she mumbled as she rolled off the couch and headed for the bathroom. She was still in a sleepy daze as she showed. It wasn't until her soapy hands made contact with her bared pussy that she remembered her antics from the day before. Desi was right. She was in heaven. The slightest touch was intensified one hundred fold. Fire shot through hear body as she her soapy hands massaged her pussy. Samantha wanted so badly to continue, but she knew it would have to wait. She couldn't afford to miss her flight. She quickly finished her shower and fixed her makeup. Samantha looked at the bag of lingerie on the bedroom floor. She smiled remembering what she had bought. She carefully examined each piece as she took it out of the bag. Samantha had never worn a garter belt and stocking before. She was mesmerized by how much silkier the stockings felt compared to her normal pantyhose. Her pussy began to tingle again and she could feel her juices start to escape from her excited pussy. She carefully put the garter belt around her waste and fastened it. It fit her perfectly. Samantha fumbled with the clasps that held the stocking for a few minutes, struggling to figure out how they worked. She soon figured it out and she carefully slid the silky stockings up her legs. They were extremely sheer and her perfectly pedicured toes peeked through the material. After securing the stockings with the clasps, she slowly slid the satin thong up her long legs. The satin material against her bare skin sent shockwaves through her body. She could feel herself getting wetter. She again wanted to badly to explore her body, but knew she didn't have time. After fastening her bra, she stood and admired herself in the mirror. The beauty she saw shocked her. She had never seen herself like this. "If only I had done this sooner," she thought. "No!" she said out loud. "He didn't deserve this!" she said with a smile. Samantha glanced at the clock. "Shit!" she exclaimed. "I've got to go!" She quickly threw on her uniform and stepped into her heels. One last glance in the mirror had her concerned that the skirt she thought was long enough to conceal her new lingerie was in fact not. "Oh well, it'll have to do," she said as she rushed out the door.
Samantha boarded the plan and went through her usual routine. She walked the aisles checking to make sure previous passengers left nothing behind. Although she was wearing heels, Samantha still had to stretch to check the overhead compartments. While doing so, Samantha noticed cool air against her thighs. It was only then she that she realized just how short her work skirts really were. The tops of her stockings exposed. Luckily, there was no one else on the plan at that time. She was going to have to remember to be careful or some lucky passenger would get a free show.
The flight out was boring as usual. This was her usual flight and Samantha saw a lot of repeat passengers, mostly married businessmen. She sighed as the plane emptied. She was never going to find another boyfriend, at least not on one of these flights. Samantha sighed again as she went about her pre-boarding routine. She couldn't wait to get home and relax. The out and back flights were getting to be too much. But at least with it being a red-eye, she could possible get some rest.
Samantha manned the front and greeted the passengers as they boarded. "Usual crowd," she muttered to herself as the last of the passengers boarded.
"Excuse me, Miss?" someone called as she turned from the door. "Please tell me there are seats open in the back. I was bumped from an earlier flight and was told I could get one on this flight."
Samantha turned to face the late passenger. Her heart skipped a beat. There walking towards her was the man of her dreams. She knew it sounded cliché, but she was looking for a tall, dark, and handsome man, and here he was.
"Miss?"
"Oh, um, sorry," she stammered and forced a smile. "Can I help you?"
