Sherri dragged the razor up her leg. It was her day off and she had nowhere to go, but she did have one meeting of sorts at home and she would look proper. Really, it was as much interview as meeting. As a middle school principal, she possessed some insights of apparent interest to a casual acquaintance. Marc worked in the city planner's office. Sherri knew him through swimming. Their daughters were both on the varsity team. There were no ulterior motives in her grooming. She just wanted to make an appropriate appearance. Were she thinking of anything else, she wouldn't have just shaved her legs. There was several days of stubble where she normally shaved for Randall, her husband, as he liked it smooth. But he was on his annual summer work assignment in Japan. Four long weeks. Anyway, she didn't do that. Never had. Well, there had been that incident when she was in New York with the girls about a decade earlier, but that had just been once and only a blowjob. Sherri felt her nipples stiffen slightly as she thought about it.
She finished her legs and then her shower.
Marc was greeted by Sherri at the door. They smiled and she invited him in and asked if they could sit on the sofa as they worked through his questions. Marc was fine with that.
They briefly spoke of personal things. How was Laurel, Marc's daughter? Fine. And how was Brin, Sherri's daughter? Busy with work this summer as a server, day shifts at Louie's, a local mom-and-pop place. After a little more chat, they delved into Marc's queries about education and the needs of the middle school as it pertained to certain local changes being considered by the municipality over the next decade. It took about half an hour to work through everything. As Marc was putting away his notes, Sherri commented on the beautiful summer day they were having.
"Shorts weather," he observed with a glance at her legs and received a smile for the compliment. Then he reached out and ran the back of his hand up her left calf.
"Very smooth," he added.
Sherri was surprised by this comment, and momentarily at a loss for words. Then she surprised herself by suddenly stating "But I'm not shaved everywhere."
Marc raised his eyebrows but did not fail to also offer a hint of a smile at this. He appeared amused as Sherri flushed in embarrassment.
Then he was back to business. He rose, and after she did as well he shook her hand and told her that she'd been very helpful.
"I will have some follow-ups. Could we do this again? In, say, a week?"
She agreed. Maybe a bit too eagerly, she thought. Marc smiled.
The following Wednesday, Sherri heard Marc's car pull up in front of the house. She felt inwardly awkward. The day after their meeting, six days after she had last been with Randall, she had had a late morning glass of wine and then retired to her bedroom. There she had touched herself while thinking of Marc. This was not her usual practice. Though Randall's travels often left her to take care of her own desires, when she masturbated Sherri imagined famous men. Men she had never met and never would meet. It was safe. Though not as good as sex, the releases were what she needed. But that day last week, it had been unusually pleasurable. The thought of being alone in Marc's presence, with the man she had imagined being with sexually, excited her. It was a safe outlet, she told herself. She intended to touch herself again that afternoon. With that delicious mix of awkwardness and excitement, she answered the door. Marc was there with a smile both confident and disarming.
Sherri again led him to the sofa, this time contemplating him more openly. He was a bit taller than Randall and framed more pleasingly. She might have assumed that he worked out, but thought he was probably just more active than her husband. But most of all it was his eyes, alight and penetrating and fun. She turned and took a seat and looked into them and took a deep breath.
"About last week. What I said. I'm not sure why I blurted that out."
Marc sat down and looked at her questioningly. Sherri couldn't tell if he was serious or playing with her. Not a look of recognition came to his face. Finally he spoke.
"Oh, you mean about how your pussy wasn't shaved?"
Now her face went a deep red and she looked away, before glancing back at him. He was smiling, but benignly so.
"No, I understand. Randall's out of town so you hadn't... mowed the lawn."
Sherri playfully rolled her eyes.
"After all, why would you?"
She nodded.
Marc got out his notes and glanced at them.
"So is your pussy shaved now?"
"Yes--" she said automatically, then stopped after that single word and just looked at him.
"Well, I guess you never know," he said nonchalantly, and then went back to his notes and began to ask her questions following up from the previous week. Soon they had established that professional rapport again and Sherri felt at ease once more. They worked for about fifteen minutes before Marc put away his notes. Somehow, as they had spoken they had come closer physically. Their legs were touching. Sherri hadn't even noticed. Now she did. She liked the feeling but betrayed nothing. Later, she wondered if Marc had been able to tell. At any rate, she was surprised when he put his hand on her thigh. She had looked up at him and he had looked into her eyes.
"It's a shame you're all shaved and there's no one to enjoy that," he said softly. "Unless perhaps you have a date?"
She shook her head with a light laugh. Then Marc leaned in to kiss her. Sherri let him.
It was a soft kiss, gentle, lips exploring. She returned it. Her nipples grew hard. Then she felt Marc's hand on the inside of her thigh. He had a very nice touch. When he unsnapped the button on her shorts, she sighed. There would be no reason to touch herself that day, it seemed.
His touching continued as they kissed. He was feeling her lightly through the thing fabric of her panties. Then, a finger at the seam. Underneath. Feeling how smooth she was. In a moment he would discover how wet, she thought. Then he did just that.
