Working with Trista

I decided in for a penny in for a pound and as Trista said, it will be growing back by the time we were done with the trip anyway.

The esthetician started with my back and then my chest. It wasn't too bad. It hurt some but nothing like in that movie the 40 year old virgin. When she was working on my groin I found myself growing aroused yet again and was embarrassed, but she assured me that it actually helped to get all the hair off. Anytime I started to go a little soft, she seemed to accidentally brush against my cock, making it spring back to life. I'm not sure if that was truly an accident but she apologized each time.

To finish, she explained to me that I had to get on my hands and knees so she could do my ass. I felt very exposed in this position and while it didn't take all that long, by the time I was done, there was a little pool of cum on the table beneath me that leaked out of my cum-filled cock. She noticed it and giggled a little, but was a professional about it all.

The whole procedure took a little over an hour and I met Trista and her new bright red nails out in the lobby of the salon. She was reading a magazine and asked as soon as she saw me, "How does it feel to be totally hairless?" More than a few people looked up and the girl at the reception desk couldn't stifle her laugh. My face turned red, but I answered that I was surprised that it felt really good and I liked it.
We ate lunch at one of the little cafes in the casino and Trista asked if I wanted to go with her to the pool. Boy did I ever, I had been looking forward to seeing her in a bikini since I first heard about the trip. She asked me what sort of swimming attire I had brought. I told her it was a standard pair of board shorts. That wouldn't do. She explained that as winner of the bet, she'd have to pick something else out. We went to the casino store where they had what seemed like an endless array of swimming attire. On the far wall, I noticed a few skimpy bikinis I wouldn't have minded seeing Trista in.