Kindra is a waxing aesthetician who specializes in men's genital waxing. One day a new client comes in it turns out to be her best friend's husband, George. He is there for a waxing session so he takes his underwear off and he flops out the absolute biggest cock she's ever seen. She waxes him and during the waxing his cock gets hard in her hands. She tries to remain professional but It's now rock hard, massive and kindra gets turned on. She embarrassingly asks if she can try to fit it inside her pussy, for science. She takes her pants off, climbs on top of the waxing table and struggles to get it inside of her. She then has an embarrassing squirting orgasm on his cock.

Chapter 2: Building Tension

The waxing table was a sleek, black leather affair, the kind that might have looked more at home in a BDSM dungeon than a waxing studio. But it was practical, with a headrest and adjustable settings, perfect for clients to lie back and relax. The table was situated in the center of the room, bathed in the soft glow of a single pendant lamp that hung from the ceiling, casting long shadows on the pristine white tiles. The air was filled with the scent of honey and beeswax, the warm aroma of the wax pot wafting through the room like a comforting blanket.

I took a deep breath, steadying my hands before picking up the wax spatula again.

"Don't worry, George," I said, smiling reassuringly. "I've seen all shapes and sizes. You're just... unique. Now, let's get this show on the road, shall we?"

George let out a puff of laughter, his hands dropping to his sides. "Unique, huh? I'll take that as a compliment."

I dipped the spatula into the wax pot, coating it with a thin layer of the warm mixture. "It is a compliment. Unique is good.

Unique is... interesting." I spread the wax onto George's skin, trying my best to act nonchalant. But my heart was racing, and I could feel a strange heat radiating from between my thighs. I'd been waxing men for years, but never had I been this... intrigued.

George chuckled, his voice low and husky. "Interesting? I like the sound of that."

I smiled, trying not to make it seem like I was looking directly at his cock. But it was hard to ignore—both literally and figuratively. "You should."

As I worked, I could see George's cheeks start to flush.

I didn't think much of it at first—the wax can be a little warm, after all. But then I noticed something else. Something that made my own cheeks burn.

George's cock was getting hard.

I froze, the wax spatula hovering in mid-air. I couldn't believe it. I mean, sure, I'd seen guys get aroused during waxing sessions before. It's a sensitive area, and sometimes the touch can... stimulate a response. But this was different. This was... significant.

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my cool. "George, are you...

okay?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I didn't want to draw attention to it, but I couldn't ignore the elephant in the room—or rather, the increasingly large one on the table.

George's face turned a shade of red that matched the wax on his skin. He cleared his throat, trying to hide his discomfort. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just... the warmth. And, uh, your hands. They're... very skilled."

I bit my lip to suppress a smile. George was trying to play it cool, but his body was giving him away.

The sight of his cock, growing harder and longer with each passing moment, was... distracting. And not just for him. I felt a strange heat pooling in my stomach, spreading lower, a sensation I hadn't felt during a waxing session before.

I shook my head slightly, trying to clear my thoughts. "Right, skilled hands. Of course. That's what I'm here for." I forced a laugh, hoping to break the tension. "Now, let's get you waxed before things get... too heated."

George chuckled, but it came out more like a strangled sound.

"Yeah, let's do that."

I took a deep breath and focused on the task at hand. I spread the wax onto his skin, careful to avoid the growing erection between his legs. I worked quickly, applying the wax and then placing the cloth strip on top. I pressed down gently, smoothing out any wrinkles, and then gave it a firm tug.

George hissed slightly at the contact, his body tensing. I paused, giving him a moment to adjust. "You okay?" I asked, my voice soft.

He nodded, his jaw clenched. "Yeah, I'm good.

Just... just a bit more sensitive than I expected," George managed, his voice tight.

I nodded, focusing on the next section of skin. But as I worked, I felt a sudden, inexplicable heat between my own legs, and a strange tightening in my chest. I looked down, surprised to see my nipples pressing against the fabric of my t-shirt. I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the sensation, but it was impossible. I could feel them growing harder, more sensitive, with each passing moment.

George noticed, his gaze flicking down to my chest before quickly darting away. "Kindra," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Are you... are you okay? You seem... flushed."

I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of my mouth. "Flushed? Really, George? That's your big line?

'Flushed'? Really, George?" I teased, trying to lighten the mood. I moved to the other side of the table, reaching for another strip of wax. In the process, my hand accidentally brushed against his now fully erect cock. I gasped, my eyes widening in surprise. "Oh, shit. I'm so sorry, George!" I exclaimed, quickly pulling my hand away.

George's eyes were wide as well, his cheeks flaming red. "No, no, it's fine," he stammered, his voice strained. "It's just... it's just a little sensitive, that's all."

I bit my lip, trying not to laugh at the sudden awkwardness. "Yeah, well, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... you know." I gestured vaguely towards his crotch.