Seated on some newspapers, Susan shaving off her pubic hairs was a sight to behold. Her supermodel face, encased by long straight blonde hair on both sides, was perfect in appearance and texture. She had kept her perfect lingerie modeling figure: thin, firm, and athletic. Her breasts, although small, still defied gravity. On both sides of her arms, spread open so she could shave her vulva, were two gorgeous, firm, athletic legs that were not thick nor overly muscular.
Susan looked up and noticed her husband staring like a deer in headlights at her loins; she giggled a little and put down the razor.
"Like what you see?"
"I love what I see," responded her husband, Michael.
"I'm shaving it all off for today's date with Martin."
"He won't be able to study if you keep distracting him," reminded her husband.
"I'm going to be hiding until you two are finished," Susan stated.
With that, she picked up the razor and began shaving off her remaining landing strip.
Soon their phones began vibrating, and Susan reached hers first. The caller ID told her it was the security guard at their gated community. She put the phone to her ear and listened, then responded:
"Yes, we're expecting him. Let him in."
"I guess that was Martin?" asked her husband.
"Yes. He's right on time. Let him in and get him ready for his finals in two weeks. Just tell him I want him to focus on his studies and that I'm busy setting up my home business."
Her husband nodded obediently and left.
Susan wasn't lying. Her whole experience with Martin had given her an idea: she was going to start a dating service to introduce busy professional Asian men like Martin to beautiful supermodels. With Chinese families constantly pushing their children to study, likely their sons would get into a good program like medicine and be willing and able to afford her fees.
As she thought about getting in touch with some of her old modeling contacts, she managed to carefully shave off the rest of her pubic hair without scarring herself in the process. She took a mirror and carefully examined her work; she was impressed at how smooth the skin around her vulva was.
She stopped her self-admiration to listen to the discussion happening in the study, where her husband kept his old medical school textbooks and other papers regarding neurology, his specialty. Susan couldn't understand most of what they were saying but felt a strong camaraderie emanating from their conversation. Martin seemed very interested in learning from her husband, and Michael sounded very keen on mentoring him and ensuring his success in medicine.
While they focused on Martin's studies, Susan went to the lingerie section of her giant closet to decide what to wear underneath her clothes. Her first thought was to present herself in a bikini and invite Martin to swim, but since this was their first date at her home, she wanted to be a gift for him to unwrap. After trying on several bras, Susan settled on a lacy bralette with mesh cups and put on the matching lace panties. She looked in the mirror and twirled around, admiring her perfect figure and long gorgeous legs.
Next, she decided on a little black cocktail minidress with a back zipper; this dress her boyfriend could easily remove to see her sexy lingerie. She walked in front of the mirror to ensure she looked sexy for Martin; now confident to captivate all his attention, Susan quietly took out a bottle of lubricant and placed it on the bed stand, then snuck out of the master bedroom.
Susan tiptoed down the staircase and took the long route from the study into the kitchen; she did not want to distract Martin from studying. She took some sparkling water from the fridge, poured three glasses, placed them on a serving tray, and carried them to the study.
When she entered, her husband and boyfriend were busy tidying up the books. They were still talking excitedly about medicine and did not hear Susan's quiet footsteps on the carpet; her bare feet provided an extra level of cushioning from noise. When she settled the tray on the table between them, she caught them both by surprise; neither man could take their eyes off of her.
"How's studying coming along? Ready for exams yet?"
Martin could only nod.
"Let's see."
As Martin was sitting a fair distance from the study table, Susan was able to sit on top of him, resting her rear on his loins.
Looking at Susan's husband and receiving approval, Martin's hands slowly slid up her arms and pulled Susan closer to kiss her, but she turned her head to focus on the practice test her husband had administered to him. Meanwhile, as Martin's hands slid down the side of her body, Susan's husband Michael could only watch them silently with anticipation.