I live in a mostly rural part of the state (the largest town is under 20,000 people). Thus the local TV stations are considered “entry-level” for reporters/producers/etc., usually fresh out of school. And as is custom with TV, they often hire attractive people for the on-camera jobs; no faces for radio here. The local Fox affiliate has the best looking women–not surprising, considering Fox News in New York has been doing this for years.

A few months ago, this station hired a 22 year old blonde petite hottie named Lauren to be a reporter. They have a morning show and she does these segments every thirty minutes where she interviews local company owners and their employees. She wears short skirts/dresses a lot too, and even though she doesn’t have a lot of leg, what she has is pretty spectacular. Toned and tan. Now when I say “short”, think in terms of what the station’s dress code will allow–maybe 3 or 4 inches above the knee–though Lauren tends to push the dress code as close as efficient. So being the leg man I am, I never miss a segment; even when she wears pants, which is rare, she’s still a very pretty face to look at.

I manage a gym and work the morning shift. Suffice it to say the TV in my office is turned to the Fox station so I can check out Lauren’s segments. In early January, our phone rings, and it’s one of the station’s producers. He asked me if Lauren could stop by and interview me later that week. The topic was people trying to lose weight as their New Year’s resolution, and I was to walk her around the gym and show her the machines, pool, and the spinning class. Early January is pretty busy with all the new members (the New Year’s resolution people), but there was absolutely NO way I was gonna turn down their request. I accepted the producer’s request and tried hard not to sound giddy at the opportunity to talk to this dame.

The morning before she stopped by, I fired off an email to the dozen regulars that often are waiting at the door when I open the place at 5 AM. I knew that a couple of the women might be uncomfortable being on TV, so maybe they should wait until 7 AM when the filming was over. I got replies from almost all of the men, who emphatically said they will be there–they were just as turned on by Lauren as I was.

The next day, the usual suspects were waiting at the door and Lauren and her cameraman arrived just as I was opening the door. Several of the guys were checking her out, and I don’t blame them. Unfortunately, she wasn’t wearing a skirt, but tight yoga pants instead. Part of the segment was her working some of the machines and spin bicycles, so she dressed accordingly, in a white tank top, black pants, and running shoes, hair tied back in a ponytail. Her first segment was at the front desk, where I gave a general description of our history and what types of equipment we have. The following segments featured her using the weight machines, participating in a spin class, and interviewing me while we walked on treadmills. The cardio area has a row of televisions, and her feature was on the screen in front of us. At one point she looked at the screen and playfully said “hey that’s me!” with a giggle. Wow, was she looking hot, even better in person than on TV.

Her feature ended and she thanked me. Okay, I said to myself, grow a pair of balls and ask her out. I wasn’t dating anyone, and figured I should at least take a shot.

“Sure! I’d like that”, she said. Awesome. I wasn’t sure she’d accept, considering there is an 8-year age difference, but I was in.

A few nights later we went out to dinner. I picked her up, and she greeted me at the door wearing a short floral print dress which was shorter than any outfit she would wear on TV. The stiletto heels helped accentuate her calf muscles on those beautiful bare legs (she put some leg makeup on too, which made them shimmer). Holy shit. “Wow, you look great”, I said. “Oh thanks, Matt!” she replied. “I could never wear a dress like this on the job.”

“Yeah, I know. The dress code was probably written by some fat bureaucrat who spends more time inside a McDonald’s than he ever will inside a gym,” I said. Lauren laughed as we walked out to my car. I opened the door for her and she got in. You know how when women in skirts/dresses get into cars, the hemline might ride upwards as they sit? Well, this was no exception. The dress, already six inches above her knees, rode up even higher. YIKES. I immediately felt my cock begin to get hard. Thankfully, it was dark out, so she couldn’t tell I was aroused.

Dinner went off without a hitch and she agreed to a second date. And shortly after, a third date. Things were progressing as I hoped. On our third date, I let her know my fondness of women’s legs, how I am far more attracted to them than tits and asses. And hey, maybe one day you’ll let me shave them?

“Seriously?” she asked, looking a bit startled. “I’ve only had a couple boyfriends through high school and college, but neither of them ever asked me that.”

Hoping I wasn’t about to say something that she found off-putting (also keep in mind we only kissed up to this point; no sex yet), I said “Lauren, I’ve had a thing for legs since kindergarten; no joke. I would grab my mom’s Redbook magazine and just stare at the women’s razor advertisements where the model was shaving her legs. It’s never left me and to this day, seeing a woman shave is the sexiest thing to see. I would really like to do this for you.”

Lauren relaxed a bit. “I understand; you just completely caught me off guard. Let me think about it, okay?”

“Sure thing”, I replied.

“It DOES sound pretty sexy,” she said. I still want to think about it, though. I mean you’ll have a sharp razor in hand–what if you make a mistake? It sort of scares me.”

I then told her that I’ve done this before, first with my girlfriend in 11th grade, then with two of the women I dated since then, and not once did they get nicked or cut. “Does that help ease your concerns?”

“It does,” she said. “Maybe I’ll work up the courage one day.”

Our date ended, and we kissed goodnight–the longest kiss we ever had, with plenty of tongue. So it sounded like my proposal didn’t turn her off.

I had a hunch our fourth date was going to be different. It was my birthday, and suspected she might have a present for me that required her to be naked.

That night, I went to her apartment and she opened the door before I even knocked; clearly she was watching me through the window. Her outfit? A long black dress with spaghetti straps and a slit up to almost the top of her thigh. She saw my reaction and giggled “you like my dress, huh?” I think long dresses with a thigh high slit are sexier than most miniskirts. It’s the way the lady’s leg pops out from behind the fabric when she walks.

“WOW”. Lauren looked absolutely amazing and she knew it.

She grinned. “Well you said you have a thing for legs, so I wondered you would appreciate it.”

“Is this my birthday present?” I asked.

Now she chuckled. “Oh sweetie, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

Holy cow, what did she have planned for me? I walked into her apartment, where she had cooked dinner for us. As we ate, making the usual small talk, I could not get the “ain’t seen nothing yet” line out of my head. We finished and she went to the kitchen to put the dishes/utensils in the dishwasher. “Why don’t you go sit on the couch and make yourself comfortable?”, Lauren asked.

“Sure, but are we gonna have dessert?”

Lauren gave me the most seductive look I’ve seen in my life. In a low voice, she said “babe, I’m the dessert and trust me, you’re gonna love it.”

I felt like I needed to lie down on the couch rather than just sit on it. I’m in good physical shape, being a gym manager, but those words made my heart race. A guy in worse shape might be calling 911 from the heart attack she spurred.

Lauren finished with the dishes and sat next to me. “Here’s your first gift”, she said, handing me the wrapped present. I opened it; she got me a workout shirt and shorts. Nothing fancy, but a nice gesture. “Thanks”, I said. “That was really nice.”

Lauren asked me to hold off opening her other gift, as she had to go to the bathroom first. No problem, I told her, thinking nothing of what that gift might be. I watched TV while she was in the bathroom, and after about three minutes she emerged, now wearing a red, knee-skimming satin bathrobe and sat next to me.

“Okay, open your next present.”

I did so, ripping off the wrapping paper and removing the lid from the box. Inside was a Gillette Venus razor and a can of Pure Silk shave cream. I stared in disbelief for a couple seconds before turning to Lauren, my mouth agape. She opened up her robe, exposing every inch of her beautiful legs and swung them over my lap.

Lauren rubbed my shoulder. “Babe, I shaved my legs a couple days ago and they need to be done again. How about we go into the bathroom and you shave me?”

For once in my life, I was too stunned to say anything. The shit-eating grin on my face was a clear “YES!” to her question.

Lauren smiled and started walking into the bathroom. She had multiple candles lit up. Sitting on a chair, she opened her robe back up. “Shave me, babe.”

I dispensed the shaving cream on her left leg and spread it around, from ankle to top of thigh. Lauren was wearing red satin panties as well. After spreading the cream, I started shaving, using short strokes, and hoping my excitement wouldn’t distract me and accidentally cut her. As I worked over her lower leg, she purred. “Oooohhh, that’s so nice.”

I managed to shave her left leg without any incident, then proceeded to the right one. As I was doing her right leg, she looked at me and said “I think I need to hire you to be my personal shaver.” Good grief, you’re going to make me come just with that sexy talk.

I finished her right leg and started to massage them with baby oil. They were SO smooth. As I was oiling her right thigh, my hand brushed her panties. She gasped, and in the candlelight, I could see a big wet spot on her panties. Something was about to happen.

After her legs were oiled up, I leaned forward and kissed her. Again, lots of tongue. I then pulled back and started kissing her right leg, going from her calf to the top of her thigh.

Lauren said “Matt while you’re down there, would you mind taking care of my pussy? I haven’t shaved it for a few weeks and it needs to be cleaned up.”

HOLY….COW……….

Um YEAH, I can do that. I slipped the panties off and began applying the shaving cream to that gorgeous pussy. Before using the razor, I asked if she wanted anything in particular (landing strip, V-shape, etc.).

“Sweetie, I need to be as bare as efficient. I don’t want to have your face scratched by stubble.”

Now if that isn’t foreshadowing of what was about to happen, what the hell is??????

I began shaving her pussy, being very very careful. There was still a chance I would cut her.

I finished the job, with no accidents, and she now was smooth with no stubble. The juices were oozing from her pussy, as Lauren was totally aroused. After wiping off the last remaining residue of shaving cream, I put my mouth on her smooth snatch and began eating her out (it was time for dessert, right?). I put my tongue into her pussy as deeply as I could, while rubbing her clit with my upper lip. She moaned in delight. I was able to keep this up for a few more minutes, but all the while wanting to put my hard-as-a-rock dick into that pussy. She reached orgasm, clasping her thighs around my head as she convulsed.

Lauren laid back afterward, hyperventilating. “Better catch your breath”, I said. “You got fucked with my mouth; now I’m gonna do you with my cock.”

“Please fuck me Matt. Fuck me hard,” Lauren said while hugging me.

I obliged, ramming my cock into her tight pussy. Lauren screamed in delight. We went at it for several more minutes, and I came, blowing a massive load of semen into her. I wanted to hold out longer and really enjoy the sex, but the reality of satisfying a desire with this ridiculously beautiful lady overruled. Once I started, it ended very quickly; there was no stopping those carnal urges.

I laid next to Lauren, embracing her. Lauren told me that was the best sex she ever had; when can we do it again?

“All you have to say is yes”, I replied. “Just name the time and place. I’ll take a sick day if I need to.”

Lauren gave me a very long kiss, and we started fucking again; this time taking about 30 minutes, and every minute was AMAZING. I will forever have a debt to that TV news producer who called to set up the interview. If Lauren and I get married, that dude will be my best man.