The wax that went too far

My friend texted me that she had a last-minute date and needed a bikini wax. I do this for a living and generally have supplies at home, so I invited her to come over. I’ve done her waxing before, but it was generally at the salon where I work.

I made a space for her to lie down on my bed, and she stripped from the waist down. We discussed what we wanted and settled on a Brazilian with a landing strip.

I saw her clit was a little swollen at first, and as I waxed, I observed she was growing wetter. She moaned a couple times and apologized over and over, but I assured her that everything was great and that I would do my best to be kind.

When I finished, I advised her to take her time getting dressed and left the room. I returned a minute later, expecting her to be clothed, but she was lying back on the bed, legs wide open, aggressively rubbing her clit, eyes closed. I froze, looked at her for a minute, and then backed out of the room. I stood close, out of sight, but could hear her racing breathing. Then I saw her breathing become heavier and realized she was having an orgasm.

She appeared a few minutes later, slightly flushed.

As soon as she went, I took out my vibe and made myself cum over and over, thinking about her wonderful pussy who had cum on my bed.