I tilted my head up and studied her masterpiece. Far from the usual red and swollen vulva that I typically experienced after the violent waxing with my regular esthetician, I’d never seen my pussy look so beautiful. Utterly bereft of any hair, my entire perineum from my pubic mound to my anus was totally bald, pink—and gorgeous. I just stared at my beautiful pussy, utterly transfixed by the transformation.
“You have to feel it to really appreciate how beautiful you are, Jade,” Jasmine purred.
I moved my right hand down, running my fingers along the edges of my pussy. I gasped from a feeling I’d never felt before. It felt smooth as silk: no bumps or blemishes or cuts or bruises. It was almost as if I was feeling somebody else—somebody I’d never felt before. I couldn’t stop my left hand joining the other in rubbing and caressing my sensitive organs.
Jasmine lowered the mirror and smiled at me as I felt the moisture begin to accumulate between my legs again.
“It’s almost time for your dinner appointment,” she said. “Why don’t you save the best for last? I think you’ll find plenty of ways to satisfy your appetite over the next couple of hours.”
She lifted my kimono from the hook at the edge of the bathtub and held it open for me.
“I’ll escort you downstairs now if you’re ready. All you need to bring is your kimono and slippers—and your mask of course.”
I sat up slowly and stepped off the massage table. Turning around, I held my arms out as Jasmine lifted one arm of the silk robe onto me then the other. Then she turned around to face me, wrapped the silk tie around me, and tied a single bow over my belly button. She retrieved my matching silk slippers and knelt down on one knee to gently lift my feet one at a time and place them softly inside. It took every ounce of my power not to grab her head and pull it into my pulsating pussy.
Jasmine stood up gracefully and smiled into my eyes.
“If you’ll follow me, I’ll escort you now to the fantasy feast.”
She didn’t bother putting her own robe on. Her tight little ass barely jiggled as she stepped smartly ahead of me. I wasn’t sure if I’d have a chance to feel Jasmine’s touch again before the evening was over, but for now I was in total bliss ogling her petite, curvaceous figure from behind…