Mark's Next Step: Part 4 - Sex Stories

Mark's Next Step: Part 4

We were just on time at the salon and Cheryl, a sexy little minx, greeted us at reception.

"Hi Cheryl," I said, "this is Mark."

Cheryl seemed mildly shocked but her professional demeanour prevailed.

"Hi Robin, and hi, Mark, I'm Cheryl, I'll be your esthestician today," she said cheerily.

She was wearing white slacks and a short white jacket, kinda like a nursing outfit, and her curves were all over the place. When she works on me I get a little bit of a thrill from time to time and I think I detected a little something on her side too, though we never went there. Hmmm.

Mark, poor guy, was in a daze and smiled pleasantly enough, going along with the program, probably not figuring out the agenda just yet.

"Just so you know, Mark, a full body wax isn't as daunting as it sounds. It shouldn't take me more than an hour. It may hurt a wee bit but it will be worth it."

"I'm sure he can take it, Cheryl," I said, "he's a pretty tough guy."

Smiles all round.

"If you like," said Cheryl, handing Mark a sheet, "I'll step outside while you disrobe."

Cheryl exited and I grinned at Mark.

"You'll be perfect without all that hair," I said.

Mark merely smirked -- I got to thinking that he liked the idea.

"Are you gonna watch?" he said.

"Naturally, I wouldn't miss this for the world. Another first-time experience."

Cheryl returned and had Mark lie on the table wrapped in the sheet at first. The plan was to lift it step by step -- until I ...

... intervened.

"Hey darling," I said, "we're all adults here. Mark's not bashful."

So Mark lay there, naked, still sweaty from our activities and smelling divinely of our mingled juices. As I've said, he's a very good looking specimen, and the sight of his frame and the scent from it had an effect on Cheryl, because she paused.

Then she smiled rather intimately at Mark and told him that she'd begin with his intimate parts.

Mark bore up under the procedure, which Cheryl accomplished immaculately and with sensitivity. When the front part of his body was done she asked him to turn over. In fact, she had noted Mark's smeared eye-shadow and tidied it up for him, adding gratuitously that she thought it really suited him. How nice, I thought.... Hmmm....

"Okay, Mark, the worst is over," said Cheryl.

Mark didn't have much hair on his back but whatever he had Cheryl had meticulously removed, including the fine fuzz on and between his buttocks. Mark lay quietly, like a tired but satisfied puppy, and from time to time Cheryl glanced my way quizzically as if seeking my approval. I nodded. I liked what she did and I liked what I saw. The layer of moisturizing cream had my bitch gleaming like a Greek athlete.

When she was finished she explained the aftercare instructions and Mark took them in with a nod.

"What do you think?" she asked, as he stood up before her floor to ceiling mirror.

"Great job, Cheryl, thank you. I really didn't know what to expect."

He glanced at ...