Simon took me to Paris.

When we arrived he asked me to hang clothes from one of his suitcases. 

“Did you pick up the wrong case?” I  asked, looking at the women's clothing. 

“No, it's for you.”

“You don't need to give me all this.” I told him, really pleased that he had.

“I told you, give your soul to me and you will never need to worry about money and will always have nice things.”

“I do.” I rushed to him and kissed him, hanging my arms around his neck. “I have you.”

“You do give your soul?” He asked.

“I do.” I answered, I  had no idea what I was saying.

“Hang them up and pick one for a day in the sun.”

We went to see the Elfile Tower on Friday, that museum that was robbed on Saturday and had lunch in a wonderful restaurant. 

“Let's get a massage, I  know just the place.” Simon suggested. 

“OK.” I did not want to say no to him, but I was a bit worried. I had no idea why.

We got undressed in a couples room and I wrapped a towel around myself. Not to hide from Simon but from the person who was going to join us.

“First we go to the sauna.” Simon said, opening the door.

We sat in the sauna, I could feel my makeup disappearing and turning to mush. Simon opened his towel, he was not very impressive. 

“It will be more comfortable if you open your towel.” Simon suggested. 

It was not comfortable,  it was hot. He was right naked was better.

Another couple came in and sat naked at the other end of the small sauna. They were both smooth,  he was only the second smooth man I had seen. They started speaking in French,  Simon answered and I still have no idea what they were saying.

“Evon suggested you get waxed.” Simon let me into part of their conversation. 

The timer turned and we left the other couple there.

“Do you want a wax? I will pay for it.”

I knew he wanted me to do it, so I said. “Yes”.  Big mistake.

He told an attendant I wanted a wax. She did my pussy first and I  screamed. The rest of my body was not so bad. It pulled hair from places I did not know I had hair and from places I shaved two days earlier. I  do admit, I have had full waxes since.

Next was a full body massage. His hands got as close to my pussy as he could without touching it.

The woman who had been working on Simon asked me how my waxing went.

“I feel better now.”

She moved to me and inspected my hairless body. I still do not know what I was thinking but it was somewhere between acute embarrassment and pride. She ran her hand over my pussy, I really was embarrassed then.

“Yes a good job,  all done, you need to shower before putting your clothes on.”

We were in our hotel bed.

“How are you feeling?”

“Relaxed and smooth.” I replied feeling myself.

“Have you had a massage before?”

“No.”

“He got close to your pussy.” Simon observed as his own hand got much closer.

“Not as close as that.” I told him. He felt different with no hair on me.

We kissed, we searched each other and Simon pushed into me. It did feel different there was no hair between us. It never changed how I felt when I came, but I did feel the warmth of him against my mound and I liked it.

“The woman touched you.” Simon reminded me. 

I was half way to my first orgassam. Being reminded of that was an added tingle. Not because I wanted more but because it happened. 

I came five times, when Simon left me he went down on me and I came another twice. 

There was no hair tangled in cum and I felt his breath on my bare skin,  I  will never go back to a hairy pussy.