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 college. 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 business 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 possible. 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 going to 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 gorgeous 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 start 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 kind 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."
