Cal and I sat across the kitchen island from each other. We sipped our coffee and snacked on fresh fruit.
“Do you like our sex play?” He asked.
“Yes, I do, I admitted. It’s the most exciting and satisfying sex I’ve ever had. Our play is very new to me, and it works well. And you? Is it working for you?”
Cal nodded, smiled, and said. “I think contrast is the secret. Your feminine side makes me feel masculine, just as my masculinity enables you be feminine. Together we can indulge in a deeper expression of our gender.”
I stared at him while I considered his words. Cal was very creative in our sexual games. He had obviously put some thought in this subject. I found this very sexy... very. I flashed memories of the carnal delights we’d shared. In the last eighteen hours we’d shared more intimacy than I had ever experienced.
I looked over to the mirrored wall and saw us, Cal in his black bulky bathrobe and me in the silky pale blue dressing gown.
I was also wearing a matching pair of panties. They were a little bit wet, as his seed leaked from me.
I said;
“I find this fascinating. On one hand I’m embarrassed and feel silly, on the other, I can step out of myself and surrender completely to you, and our connection.”
Cal met my gaze intently. He seemed to get more serious then he asked,
“Would you do something for me?”
I was taken off guard by the way he said this. It was a bit out of character for him. Usually he just told me to do things.
“It’s kind of a big thing.” He continued.
Cal was clearly uncomfortable with the request he was about to make. I felt a rush of affection for him. I got up from my seat at the island and moved to his side.
I put my arm around his big shoulders and answered, “Of course! What is it?”
It was Cal’s turn to be embarrassed. He looked down at his hands and said, “I’d like you to shave.”
I was just about to tell him that I was planning on shaving when we took a shower. My face was scruffy. Then it dawned on me that he meant something else. This fact swirled in my brain when Cal began to elaborate.
“I’d like you to be completely smooth, chest, back, armpits, legs.... your ass too.”
He looked up at me finally regaining his confidence and continued.
“We could leave a patch of pubic hair, but also shave your balls.”
Cal was hairy. Not exactly ‘bear’ nor ‘caveman’ but he was lightly covered with dark, moderately coarse, body hair.
I took a breath and considered what he was asking. I would do anything to please this man. In fact in the past 18 hours I HAD done several things that were well outside of my comfort zone.
With more enthusiasm than I felt, I agreed.
Cal perked up noticeably. “Really?” He said brightly.
“Yes, of course.” I answered quickly.
Cal stood up and wrapped me in crushing hug.
“Jump in the shower and get dressed I’ll call the salon.” Cal spun on his heel and hustled into his office”
Now I was confused... salon? Oh well, I was committed now.
Twenty minutes later we were in Cal’s car and on the way to the esthetician.
Twenty minutes after that, Cal and I were sitting in a private room in a spa that catered to gay men.
It was a bit like a doctor’s office. A white leather adjustable reclining massage table dominated the room. The lighting was subdued, the decor elegant, minimalist, and immaculately clean.
Cal and Elliot the esthetician, (Cal had told me Eliot was gay) were discussing the services to be performed.
I sat on the table swinging my legs and trying unsuccessfully to be cool.
I was only half listening to the guys talk. I really didn’t want to know any details. I heard terms that I understood, but it was like this was happening to someone else. A bit like a dream.
Then, Cal was out the door.
Elliot smiled (or was it a smirk) at me, and told me to take off my clothes. He called me ‘scotty’ because that’s how Cal had introduced me. It was a name that only Cal used for me. Having Elliot address me that way made me feel... exposed... I guess.
The story of the process is a story all to itself. I will forgo the details here. There was waxing mostly, some shaving and plucking.
Elliot gave me lots of instructions on skin care and maintenance. I walked out of the treatment room an hour and a half later with a bag full of lotions and creams.
Cal was standing in the waiting room. He opened the door for me and we walked a step or two to his car. We were both a little nervous. I began to get an erection.
When we were rolling onto the interstate for the short ride back to Cal’s condo, I realized our roles had flipped a bit. I was the one who had a secret now. Nothing about the procedure showed on me. My clothing, jeans and a loose short sleeved shirt covered everything that had been done.
