My long, red hair, still damp, dripped down my back and my long legs felt smooth and silky. I loved the feeling after youve just shaved, the water run...ing down your legs glides easily to your feet. It makes me feel very sexy. Lying elegantly across the bed, he looked at me with lust-filled eyes. I couldnt help but smile back at him, knowing what that look entailed. He wore a simple black shirt, dark blue jeans and nothing else. I walked further into the room, shutting the door to the steam. Then I was laid up on a table for my waxing. As one girl worked on my pubic waxing the other worked at plucking and waxing my eyebrows. I looked down after she was done and saw that I was left with a very small heart shape patch of pubic hair that looked quite feminine. After the waxing was done they had me stand and wrapped a very short smock around my still naked body and had me slip into some pink slippers. Then they led me from the back room to the 1st chair closest the front windows and. Once again, she let her imagination carry her on a journey, picturing Mrs. Livingston walking in on her, blushing at the mere thought of being caught finger fucking herself on her bed, wondering if her former teacher would lecture her or, and she moaned at the idea stroking her wonderfully aching clit as she did, would she join her? She’d already orgasmed three separate times today imagining the woman pinning her to the bed, perhaps, and kissing her. Taking off all her clothes and straddling. Him and that cute little busboy, and me with my sexy forty-something boss. Now and then he’d look at me and sort of grin his little boy grin. I’d smile back at him- but that’s as far as it went. We made love once more before falling asleep that night. We didn’t talk about our mutual fantasies for a couple of days. My boss was sick, and out of the office all of the next week. I was super busy covering her absence, and therefore, I had no opportunity to move our flirting ahead. Marc was busy.