The Secret the Hotel Beautician Was Hiding

We arrived in Formentera with the intention of doing nothing for ten days. Just beach, sun, and oblivion. Natalia, my girlfriend, had been so exhausted over the last few months from work that she had barely slept properly. The hotel was small but charming, with a blue-tiled pool and a spa that offered beauty treatments from nine in the morning.

The problem arose on the second day. Natalia wanted to get waxed before putting on her bikini and realized she had forgotten to do it in Valencia. It didn’t seem like a serious problem: she went down to reception, asked whether the hotel spa offered waxing, and they told her yes, she could book for the next morning first thing.

—How long does it take? —she asked me before going to sleep.

—No idea. An hour, I guess. Have breakfast without me and I’ll see you on the beach.

At nine on the dot, Natalia went down to the spa with her little bag. I stayed in bed another twenty minutes and then headed to the beach bar for a black coffee.

***

Sofía arrived five minutes late, just enough to make Natalia a little nervous in the small waiting room. When she opened the treatment-room door, the first thing Natalia noticed was that the beautician was extraordinarily tall. She was nearly six foot in the high-heeled sandals she wore for work, something Natalia found curious for that kind of job.

She had dark hair pulled into a loose bun, defined cheekbones, and a white work smock that suggested more than it concealed. Her body was long and well proportioned, with shoulders a little broader than usual and large, well-kept hands.

—Come in, come in —Sofía said in a slightly hoarse voice—. What would you like done today?

—My legs and my bikini line —Natalia replied—. Whatever’s needed.

—Whatever? —Sofía repeated with a half-smile—. I like decisive people.

She pointed her toward the changing area, told her to take off her clothes and put on the robe she’d find folded on the bench, leaving only her underwear on. Natalia followed the instructions, and when she came out into the treatment room she already had a complete first impression: an impressive woman, with an energy that didn’t quite fit the spa’s relaxed atmosphere.

Pianist’s hands, she thought, without knowing exactly why.

***

Sofía had her lie down on the treatment table and started with the basics: a pre-massage with moisturizing lotion to prepare the skin before the wax. Natalia closed her eyes. After weeks of tension and short nights, the simple fact that someone was slowly running their hands along her legs felt almost hypnotic.

The beautician worked her way up from the ankles to the upper thigh with slow, firm movements. Natalia noticed how each pass went a little higher than the last, brushing the edge of her underwear softly, as if it were part of the protocol. It could have been part of the protocol. But it wasn’t.

When Sofía slightly parted the robe to expose the bikini-line area and asked her to open her legs a little, Natalia felt the pressure of the beautician’s fingers over the fabric of her panties, right where the groin meets the pubis. It was a brief touch, almost imperceptible, but enough for Natalia to open her eyes and stare at the ceiling.

That wasn’t by accident, she thought.

But she said nothing. She closed her eyes again.

***

The hot wax on her legs was almost pleasurable. Sofía worked quickly and precisely, pulling the strips off with a sharp motion that hurt for an instant and then disappeared. When she reached the bikini line, the work became more delicate. She left Natalia’s underwear on and cleaned the entire outer area patiently, running her fingers over it to check that no hair remained.

—Do you want me to tidy up the inside too? —she asked, without looking away from her work.

—What part?

—The pubic area. A lot of clients prefer it all even. The result is much better that way.

Natalia hesitated. Sofía added, without any hurry:

—You won’t regret it. I guarantee it.

—All right —Natalia said, and noticed her own voice sounded different, lower.

Sofía helped her remove her underwear with a completely professional gesture, as if she’d done it a thousand times. Natalia was exposed on the table under the room’s white light and felt a heat that had nothing to do with the lamps alone.

The beautician trimmed the longer hair with small, precise scissors, then applied the wax carefully and finished by leaving a thin line in the center. Natalia noticed her breathing had quickened without being able to justify it by pain, because there had been almost no pain.

—Turn over —Sofía said softly—. To do it properly, we need to clean the back area too.

Natalia obeyed without saying anything. She lay face down, propped on her forearms, and felt Sofía’s hands moving over her buttocks with the same calm as before, applying lotion before the wax, preparing each area carefully. When she finished, instead of telling her she could turn back over, Sofía applied a soothing cream to the area she had just waxed. Her fingers slid gently over the sensitized skin, one of them going farther than necessary, slipping between her buttocks until it brushed Natalia’s already wet cunt. It was a touch that lasted barely two seconds, but it was enough for Sofía to confirm how soaked she was, and enough for Natalia to clench her fists around the pillow and bite her lip.

—Done —Sofía said at last, with a smile Natalia didn’t see but could imagine.

***

Natalia rolled over slowly. Sofía was standing beside the table, watching her, with no urgency whatsoever to go fetch the next client.

—Are we done? —Natalia asked.

—If you want —Sofía replied.

And in that “if you want” there was an entire universe of possibilities.

Natalia didn’t answer right away. She looked at her. Looked at the white robe, the broad shoulders, the hands still holding the bottle of lotion. Then she let her eyes drop for a moment, just enough to notice what she hadn’t noticed before, or what she hadn’t wanted to notice: a horizontal line beneath the fabric of the robe, too high to be the top of a woman’s underwear. A shape that didn’t fit the rest. A long, marked bulge pushing the fabric forward and that, as Natalia watched, gave a small involuntary jerk.

Oh, she thought. And that was all.

She didn’t pull back. She didn’t sit up in surprise or look shocked. She stayed still for a moment, processing it, and then did something she later confessed to me she hadn’t planned: she extended her hand and took Sofía’s. And without saying anything, she slowly brought it down to place it directly over that bulge, pressing it against the robe, feeling beneath the fabric a hard cock, thick, hot even through the cotton.

The beautician didn’t move. She let her do it. Only a breath escaped through her nose.

—Do you always know when someone’s interested? —Natalia asked without letting go of her cock.

—Almost always —Sofía said—. But I don’t always act on it.

—Why this time?

Sofía shrugged with a strange elegance, somewhere between professional and conspiratorial.

—Because you didn’t pretend you hadn’t noticed.

***

Sofía unfastened her robe slowly, without drama. Underneath, she was wearing a black bra with generous cups and a thong that did its best to contain an erection that could no longer be hidden: the tip of the cock was peeking over the elastic edge, shiny, with a thick drop threatening to fall. Natalia looked without taking her eyes off it. Sofía’s body was exactly as she had sensed: long, well proportioned, with narrower-than-usual hips but legs that seemed to go on forever.

Natalia sat up on the table and, without letting go of her hand, drew her closer. The kiss was strange at first, because neither of them had kissed someone like the other before. But it was a good kiss. A long kiss, with tongue, with teeth, with their breathing getting more and more ragged, growing until it became something more urgent, Natalia’s hands roaming over Sofía’s torso, her ribs, the curve of her hips.

When her fingers moved down over her stomach and found the thong, the beautician let out a soft sound against her mouth. Natalia yanked the fabric aside and the cock sprang free, bouncing against her own belly. It was big, considerably more than she had expected: thick, veined, with a broad purple head already leaking. She wrapped her hand around it and couldn’t quite close her fingers all the way. She started stroking her slowly, looking Sofía in the face as she did, feeling how each movement drew a rougher breath from the beautician.

—Fuck —Sofía murmured—. What hands.

Natalia lowered her head and took it into her mouth without warning. First just the tip, sucking with tight lips, playing with her tongue over the frenulum, savoring the salty liquid that kept welling up. Then she took more and more, centimeter by centimeter, breathing through her nose, forcing herself to relax her throat. When the cock touched the back of her palate, Natalia gave a muffled moan and slowly came back up, leaving a thread of saliva hanging from the glans.

—That’s it —Sofía whispered, resting a hand on the back of her neck without pressing—. That’s it, baby.

Natalia went back down, this time faster, at a rhythm she found by instinct. She sucked it, pulled the whole cock out, licked it from base to tip, took it back into her mouth, her hand working the part that didn’t fit between her lips. Sofía had her legs apart and her stomach taut, looking down at her as if she could hardly believe what she was seeing. Every time Natalia ran her tongue under the head, the beautician shuddered.

—Stop —Sofía said suddenly in a low voice, gently pulling her head away—. If I don’t stop now, I’m going to cum in your mouth. And not yet.

Natalia licked her lips, smiling. Her lips were swollen and her chin was shiny.

***

Sofía unhooked her bra and Natalia understood why the robe covered her so well: she had a generous, round chest, with dark, hard nipples, which didn’t fit any of the assumptions Natalia had been working with up to that point. She touched it with open hands, unhurriedly, squeezing the flesh, pinching the nipples between thumb and forefinger until Sofía let out a gasp. She bent down and sucked each one in turn, biting them gently, tugging with her teeth.

Sofía stripped off the robe Natalia was still wearing and threw it to the floor. She spread her legs on the table and crouched between them, looking at her freshly waxed cunt, shiny with how wet it was.

—Look at how wet you are —she said, running a finger over the parted lips and spreading them—. Soaked.

—Shut up and eat me out —Natalia replied, surprising herself with how direct it came out.

Sofía snorted and obeyed. She lowered her face and began to lick Natalia’s cunt from bottom to top, with a broad tongue, slowly, insisting on the clit with the tip every time she reached it. Natalia arched her back and grabbed her hair with both hands. Sofía slid two fingers into her at once, with no resistance, and curled them upward, searching for the exact spot while continuing to suck her clit. Natalia let out a long, uncontrolled moan and spread her legs even wider.

—There —she panted—. There, don’t stop, don’t stop.

The first orgasm hit her all at once, her thighs closing around Sofía’s head and her hips moving against her mouth. Sofía kept licking her through the entire tremor, holding out against the pressure, swallowing what Natalia gave her, until Natalia herself pushed her forehead away to ask for a truce.

***

They changed positions. Sofía lay back on the table, her cock pointing toward the ceiling, still shining with Natalia’s saliva. Natalia climbed on top, straddling her, positioning herself over her. She took the cock in her hand, ran it through the lips of her cunt, soaking it well, playing with the tip against her clit until both of them moaned at once. Then she placed it at her entrance and began to lower herself slowly.

The penetration was slow, with pauses, with adjustments. Even though she was very wet, Sofía’s cock was thick and Natalia had to go down in stages, breathing between each one, letting her body open at the pace it could manage. When she finally had it all the way inside, her ass resting against Sofía’s hips, she put her palms on the beautician’s chest and stayed still for a moment, simply breathing, feeling completely full.

—Good? —Sofía asked.

—More than good —Natalia replied—. I’m about to burst.

She started moving. First a slow rocking, forward and back, rubbing her clit against Sofía’s pubic bone. Then she started going up and down, first a little, then more, pulling the cock almost all the way out before dropping back down hard. Sofía grabbed her hips with those big hands Natalia already knew from the work table and helped her find the rhythm, hauling her downward harder each time, fucking her from below with thrusts that could be heard all over the room.

—You’re so tight —Sofía panted—. Fuck, you’re not going to last long.

—Shut up —Natalia told her, biting her lip—. Shut up and give it all to me.

Sofía sat up without coming out of her, wrapped her arms around her from behind, and started sucking her nipples while still driving up into her from below. Natalia clung to the beautician’s neck, her face buried in her hair, and felt the second orgasm come over her, this time from deeper down, longer. A shudder that started in her knees and folded her forward against Sofía’s chest, her cunt contracting around the cock in spasms that Sofía herself felt and made her curse aloud.

Sofía held her and waited for it to pass. Then they kept going.

***

Natalia asked for what she wanted in a low voice, leaning forward, placing her hands on the table, offering herself on all fours in a position that left no doubt about what she wanted next. She arched her back and spread her legs to show off her ass clearly, with her cunt still dripping and her freshly waxed asshole visible under the white light.

—There —she said, looking at her over her shoulder—. Fuck me there.

Sofía swallowed. She took the lotion bottle from the table and poured some into her hand. First she slicked Natalia’s asshole, slowly sliding one finger in, up to the knuckle, circling it until the muscle relaxed. Then she slid in a second finger and waited, letting Natalia get used to it, pushing back herself to ask for more.

—Put it in already —Natalia moaned—. I can take it, go on.

Sofía coated her cock well, placed it against the asshole, and pushed with her hips, very slowly. The head went in with a small pop that drew from Natalia a moan halfway between pain and pleasure. Sofía stayed there, still, waiting. Then she began to advance millimeter by millimeter, coming out and going back in a little more each time, until she had the whole thing inside Natalia’s ass.

—Fuck —Sofía panted—. Fuck, you’re so tight.

Natalia asked for more with her hips. Sofía started moving in earnest, with thrusts that grew longer and longer, grabbing her by the waist with one hand and the shoulder with the other to fuck her hard against the table. Natalia took two fingers to her clit and started rubbing it while the other one was fucking her from behind. Things accelerated suddenly. The table began to creak. The sound of skin against skin, both their gasps, Natalia’s whispered curses against her own forearm.

The third orgasm hit her almost immediately and this time she voiced it into the crook of her elbow, biting her arm so she wouldn’t scream and make too much noise in a four-star hotel treatment room. Her whole body clenched around Sofía’s cock at once, and that pressure was what finished the beautician.

—I’m cumming —Sofía said, voice broken—. Where?

—Inside —Natalia answered without thinking—. Cum inside me.

Sofía finished with two more thrusts and one long contraction that shook her whole body. Natalia felt the hot stream filling her from within, again and again, while Sofía let herself fall against her back, panting against the nape of her neck.

When the cock finally slipped out, a thick thread of semen ran down the inside of Natalia’s thigh to the table. They stayed still for a while, catching their breath, with Sofía lying on top of her, still half inside. Outside, the hotel continued its routine. At the beach bar, I was still having my coffee, knowing nothing.

***

Natalia told me that same afternoon, on the beach, while the sun was starting to dip over the water. She told it calmly, not quite sure how I was going to react, measuring my silences between each sentence. I told her it sounded like an incredible story and that I wished I’d been there.

—Really? —she asked.

—Really.

That night we both went to the spa. Sofía locked the treatment-room door, lowered the blinds, and the three of us spent nearly two hours in there. There are things that belong to that room and that week, and I like that they stay ours.

What I can say is that for the rest of the days in Formentera, Natalia booked a spa appointment every morning. And I always went with her.