Once she’d changed back and we’d paid for our new things, we continued our window shopping. Gemma paused outside a beauty salon. A sign announced, ‘No appointment necessary’ and another listed all the treatments available. She turned to me and discreetly whispered to me, “I wouldn’t mind getting waxed. I’m getting tired of shaving.”
“You do mean your legs, I hope?” Gemma just shook her head, slowly. Oh my god, the penny dropped. ‘Charlotte, you dunce, you are so naïve. She means her pubic area…’
“Go and check then. I’ll wait here,” I sighed.
A minute later, Gemma reappeared, telling me that they were available to do the treatment right then. “In fact,” Gemma added, “they can do us both.”
“No. No fucking way!” I retorted. “I would die from embarrassment, and besides, it must hurt like hell!”
“Oh, come on, be a sport. It only stings for a minute, and then you’ll be all lovely and smooth.”
“The answer is still ‘no’.”
The debate went on for several more minutes, until I finally caved in and reluctantly agreed. Which is how I came to be lying on a couch, legs akimbo, while a young Indian woman in a white tunic worked away on a part of me, which has only ever been seen by a couple of nurses and a very select group of men.
When she started ripping the wax off, I screamed out loud and shouted out to Gemma, who was in the next cubicle, “I swear I am going to bloody kill you when we get out of here!”
Once the woman had finished her torture, she applied a generous amount of soothing balm to my whole bikini area, rubbing it in with her gloved hand, into my mons and around my outer lips, then left me to get dressed. I gingerly touched myself. The whole area was sore as hell, but I couldn’t help but admire how beautifully smooth my skin was. I was also embarrassed to note that I was copiously wet.
Once we’d left the salon, we strolled through the mall a while longer. I couldn’t get over how silky smooth I felt down there. I became acutely aware of the way my panties slid over my skin, constantly reminding me of my now completely-bald pussy.
“So, how does it feel now, Char?”
“It feels fine, thank you very much. That doesn’t mean that I’m not still going to kill you when I get a chance.”
Gemma just laughed and playfully slapped my arm. “Don’t you think it feels sexy, two girls walking along in public and only we know that our pussies are completely bare?”
I had to agree… there was something quite erotic about that little secret.
Gemma giggled. “I did have to laugh when I heard you screaming like a baby though. I actually don’t mind a bit of pain; in fact, it can be a bit of a turn-on.
Gemma hooked into my arm and pulled me closer, whispering in my ear, “The little Asian girl who was doing me must have seen how wet I’d got. At one point, she ‘accidentally’ slid a couple of fingers inside me for a moment. She didn’t do anything else, but damn me, it felt good.”
So Gemma reacted the same way I had! I was kind of relieved that I wasn’t the only one. I then told her I needed the loo, so she agreed to wait outside with the shopping bags. When I’d peed and wiped, I carefully folded some tissue and put it inside my panties. I had an awful fear that I’d end up with a damp patch on my jeans otherwise.
I felt more confident after that, and we continued walking. Suddenly, Gemma nudged my arm and pointed. “Look, there’s an Ann Summers! C’mon, my little shrinking violet, let’s go and take a look.”
By now, I knew how pointless it was, even trying to argue with Gemma. She just refused to take ‘no’ for an answer. Maybe that was why she was so good at her job? Besides, after buying lingerie and getting my puss waxed, visiting a sex shop was hardly going to be a big deal.
When we walked into the shop, a heavily pierced and tattooed young woman with green hair greeted us and told us to ask away if we needed any help with anything.
After a very giggly quarter of an hour browsing through the sexy clothing, bondage gear and various other stuff, we arrived at the sex toy section. There were loads to choose from, and I was certainly interested, thinking about the dozens of lonely hotel nights I’d suffered recently. At least an effective toy would put a smile on my face and hopefully, keep frustration at bay.
Some of the fake penises were eye-wateringly huge. I certainly didn’t need anything like that. I just wanted a nice one that would fill me and do lots of lovely buzzy things. I picked up a pink one which was designed to squirm around; Gemma chose a slightly bigger one with an up and down action. She also went back to the clothing section and bought a cat mask with eye holes. I thought it better not to ask…
When we got to the till, the salesgirl mentioned that they had an offer of an accessory vibrator for half price. She showed us one… it was a slim, rounded tube about 2″ long, with a wire leading to a battery pack with a control wheel. When she switched on the demo one and let us hold it, we looked at each other and immediately said we’d take one each.
The girl was just about to total up our purchases, when she said, “Batteries?”
We both looked at each other, laughed and said we’d better take a large pack, for good measure. The girl was about to pack all the stuff into a carrier, when I suddenly had a thought.
“Excuse me, but would it be possible to take these out of the packaging and for you to dispose of it please? It’s just that we’re staying in a hotel, and it would be a bit embarrassing to leave it all in the bin in the room!”
“No problem,” said green-hair. She carefully removed all our items from the gaudy card and plastic, then placed all the important bits in a carrier.
“I reckon that was a successful bit of retail therapy, don’t you?” said Gemma, as we finally left the shop.
“Mmm,” I replied. I was achingly moist and was very much looking forward to test driving ‘The Pink ‘Un’.
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Once we got back to our room, we spent an enjoyable few minutes, having a proper look at the sexy lingerie we’d bought, offering the various items up to our bodies in front of the mirror.
Then we set to and installed batteries into the four toys we’d bought between us. I switched on my pink one and touched it to my cheek, to feel the sensations it created. It wiggled around in a slightly comical way, but I could only imagine how that would feel when inside me.
I was getting desperate for some release. My session with Ben had satisfied me but had also left me wanting more. Much as I liked Gemma, I really, really wished I had the room to myself. I would have liked nothing better than to rip my clothes off, jump on the bed and then find out what my new mechanical friends were capable of.
“Hey, Gemma…” I faltered. “I don’t suppose you fancy disappearing somewhere for an hour, do you? Just that… well, I wouldn’t mind a bit of ‘alone time’, if you know what I mean?”
Gemma winced. “Oh, Char, I’m bloody desperate too. I’m sopping wet and really need to sort myself out too.”
With that, she unbuttoned the front of her jeans and shoved her hand down inside. She worked her fingers around for a few moments, then withdrew them and held her hand in front of her. Her fingers were glistening with moisture and when she separated them, a thin web string of sticky juice linked her digits. She seemed to almost forget I was there, as she sniffed them and then sucked them into her mouth, sighing softly.
Suddenly, with a pained look on her face, she ground her fingers into her crotch, over her jeans. “I need to come, Char. Preferably several times.”
I was on the verge of tears. Gemma was so much more confident and sexually worldly-wise than me. I had no doubt that she would have cheerfully stripped off and played with her toys, right there in front of me.
I could feel my eyes welling up. “Gemma, I can’t be brazen like you. I need to come too. But I can’t do it… masturbate… in front of you. It just wouldn’t feel right. I don’t think I could even do it in the bathroom, if I knew you were the other side of the door… I’m sorry.”
Gemma looked at me with doe eyes. I could see the longing and passion in her eyes, but it was mixed with what almost seemed a sense of pity for me in my dilemma, sorry for me that I didn’t have the courage to do, what I probably should… in other words, let go.
I sat down on the bed, feeling a bit upset and a little dejected. After a moment, Gemma sat down beside me and put her arm round my shoulders. She didn’t say anything, but just hugged me and put her other hand on my hand. I did briefly think about where those fingers had been, a minute earlier, but managed to refrain from pulling my hand away.
“Thing is, Gem, I’m not attracted to women sexually… I’d just feel uncomfortable doing private… intimate things in front of you. I’d just feel like I was crossing some sort of boundary…”
Gemma squeezed my hand. “It’s OK to feel like that, honestly. You know what you want to do, but you’re worried that you’ll be experiencing lesbian tendences, eh? Let me assure you, two girls playing with themselves in the same room, does not make you a lesbian!
“I’ll share with you, that I have had experiences with women… so I guess I’m Bi, at least to an extent.”
I turned to face Gemma. I suppose some surprise must have registered on my face and I subconsciously moved away from her slightly. Gemma pulled me back in and hugged my shoulders.
“Sweet Charlotte,” she said with a little smile, “I’m not trying to seduce you, silly. Besides, the few girl-girl experiences I have had, have been with a couple, not a woman on her own.”