I have been using the same aesthetician for over a year. She's amazing, the conversation is great, and she made me comfortable from the first time I was spread eagle on her table. Which is a feat given that I used to be exceptionally shy.

About six or seven months into seeing her, I'm on her table and we were just chatting about anything and nothing. Just the usual life events since the last time we saw each other. Which is why I was so surprised when out of the blue I started to feel myself getting hard. It had never happened on her table before and here I was getting waxed with an erection growing by the moment.... I had no idea what to do. I was petrified.

So I did the only thing I could think of, absolutely nothing. I just kept talking like it wasn't happening and hoped it went away. Needless to say it didn't. As these things do when it's all you can think about. Now luckily, she was almost done when it started so I didn't have to lay there like that for too long. She wraps up while continuing to talk about nothing in particular, rubs some skin moisturizer on like she always does, and asks if everything feels okay, which is her normal routine.

I opened my mouth to say yes and I could feel my face flush. She just stood there and looked at me, her usual sweet smile on her face. I nodded like an absolute idiot and just smiled at her...and then the unexpected thing happened. She said, "I don't have another client for almost forty five minutes, why don't you take the room and deal with....that....and don't worry about the mess, I'll take care of it." She then smiled and slowly backed out of the room, closing the door behind her.

I was so...confused and also excited all at once. I couldn't quite believe what had just happened over the last ten or so seconds and my brain was absolutely not functioning. So I did the only thing I could...exactly what I was told to do. I stood up next to the table and started jerking off. I ended up cumming all over the table, who knew that being in this situation would be so exciting for me? I am not at all ashamed to admit that it didn't take me long to cum, leaving thick ropes covering the table. I let my orgasm subside, pulled the rest of my clothes back on, and went to front desk to pay. She gave me a sly little smile and just said "See you next time" with her perky little smile.

I've thought about that moment over and over again. Reliving it, wanting it again. Wondering what will happen when I see her again. If I can even face her. How far will it go? Will it go anywhere? Will I want it to? Yes. I want it to. Maybe I even need it to.