Tom had been talking about shaving for such a long time that Lisa was getting sick of hearing about it. Really, Lisa thought to herself, she had trimmed, and shaved a little over the last few months. What more did he want?
But Tom didn't seem to see it the same way she did. He wanted her pussy completely bald. He wanted her totally hairless 'down there.' And he was starting to think that he just really didn't give a damn how he came about achieving what he wanted.
This night in particular, she had been particularly naughty. They'd had prearranged dinner plans and reservations at the swankiest restaurant in town. She had put on her stockings with the black lace band, which ended halfway up her thighs. Next she had put on the black little dress Tom usually liked so well. It was a low cut bustier style dress that displayed her 38 D breasts to perfection. At the last minute she put on a pair of red silk French-cut panties. She had been very secretive earlier in the afternoon though when she had called him up at work. She asked him to meet her at the restaurant for dinner, instead of coming home first to pick her up.
Lisa had been waiting at the table when Tom arrived. She stood up so he could the short dress, and he could also see the lacy thigh tops as she eased the skirt up a bit so she could sit back down, since it was so tight. And then, as they ordered, she began playing with his foot, sliding up his calf with her foot. And when the waiter was pouring their wine, she eased her foot into his lap. Jerking in surprise, Tom nearly knocked the wine over. He had flushed somewhat when the wine steward looked at him, but he had apologized quickly, and then glared back at her. But she had just innocently smiled right back him, lowering one eyelid in a wink.
After the waiter brought their appetizer, she excused herself to go to bathroom. He was beginning to wonder just what in world had 'gotten into her tonight?' A few minutes later, Lisa smiled as she started to sit down. Leaning over, so Tom got an eyeful of her bulging boobs, she asked him to hold out his hand. He did so, wondering 'what now?' A second later, she placed her red silk panties in the palm of his hand. Tom coughed, almost choking and nearly dropping the silky panties on the table in his surprise. And then, he quickly shoved the bright red silk into his suit pocket. He looked back at her again, but she just smiled at him.
Through out dinner, Lisa kept teasing Tom. Her foot would creep under his pants leg, rubbing and scratching. She finished her entrée first. Pushing the plate away, she folded her arms on the table and then leaning over, propped her bulging boobs on them. Lisa was fully aware of how close her tits were to popping out of her dress. She didn't have to look down to know her nipples weren't far away from indecent exposure, or the impressive cleavage she was presenting. She also didn't need to see Tom's eyes bugging out because she could feel his hard cock with the foot she had eased up into his lap. That alone told her how effective her display was.
Finally, it was time to leave. Tom had somehow survived the foot wanderings, the removal of her panties, her bulging tits and even the tempting way Lisa ate the dessert she insisted on. Rarely had he seen her take such a long time to eat a cherry dipped in whipped crème! Tom followed her into the parking lot. He had parked next to her car when he had arrived. Before he could say anything though about her behavior in the restaurant, she surprised him yet again. Lisa unlocked her door, opened it, and then turned back to face him. She hurriedly pulled her skirt up in front of him, and let him see her totally naked, and neatly trimmed, partially shaven pussy. She reached over with one hand, and rubbed his hardening cock. "If you beat me home, darling, I'll let you shave me completely, tonight." And then she turned again, hopped into her car, and sped out of the lot.
