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Monday morning Tom settled himself with his coffee and the newspaper at a table away from the others in the staff room. Although friendly enough, Tom generally wasn't interested in the sports and car banter of the other men and today didn't want to deal with any of their questions or teasing about his recent haircut the week before. His mind was absorbed in the city news section when he heard Susan's gentle voice.

"Hi Tom... can I sit here?" She set her tea down and sat down beside him on the picnic style bench attached to the base of the table. He was surprised to have her join him, and his cock stiffened in response to the closeness of her curvy body just a few inches away. Her voice was soft and she smiled directly at him. "How are you?"

Tongue tied for a moment, Tom nervously stammered a greeting and asked about her weekend. He had noticed her right from the time she first started work for the company; approximately ten years his junior, in his mind her round breasts, soft hips and golden curls constituted the ideal female and images of her had often occupied his fantasies. Naturally cautious anyway, he had never found the opportunity for anything more than the occasional brief chat at the company Christmas party and had given up thinking about the possibility of more since she had never seemed to show any interest in him.

"It must be quite a change having such short hair after having it long all those years ..." she said quietly, looking straight into her teacup.

The sudden shift in topic caught Tom off guard. He didn't know what to say and looked away shyly.

Susan spoke again. "I shouldn't have asked I guess... but I couldn't help wondering why the change... and I really do think shorter hair looks much better on you..."

Although Tom had refused to engage in any conversation about his hair cut with the men in his work team, he felt himself wanting to open up to Susan. "The woman I had been dating wanted my hair cut shorter... and I didn't realize how drastic it was until she had finished..."

Susan's face dropped as she listened. "Ohh... your girlfriend... "

"Well, not any more... it wasn't going to work out... we broke up this weekend."

"That's too bad..."

Tom felt no sadness at all thinking about Martha. "No, it really was for the best. We just weren't suited for each other, and I am glad that I found out before it was too late."

Susan was silent for a moment, and her eyes glanced at his quickly before dropping back to the empty cup in front of her. "Do you think you will keep your hair short now even if you aren't seeing her anymore... "

She paused for a moment, and when she spoke her voice was even quieter. "Perhaps I shouldn't talk about this but.... my father was in the military... and he always kept his hair in a style sort of like yours is now ... I just remember how much they both enjoyed it when my mother would shave the bottom of his neck once a week..." This time it was Susan who kept her eyes lowered not wanting to meet his gaze. He noticed the flush on her cheeks and watched her swallow before speaking. "I was thinking... if you would like some help keeping your neck cleaned up in between haircuts you might like to come over sometime..."

Since leaving Martha's house, Tom had never considered any other option than growing his hair back to its previous length immediately. He had spent the weekend excited thinking about feeling his ears covered again, and to getting back to the routine of half inch monthly trims with his favourite stylist as soon as possible. But hearing Susan's words brought back the memory of her soft fingers on his bare neck and he couldn't help imagining what it would be like to have her deliberately stroking him there.

"Well... yes, maybe..."

"Are you busy this evening? I could make supper for us and give you a touch-up..." Even though the request was sudden, Tom found it easy to say yes and agree to the details. No matter how Tom felt about having short hair he was not going to turn down an opportunity to spend time with Susan. Back at his desk the rest of the workday dragged on as their conversation played over and over again in his mind and he could feel his cock stirring in anticipation.

Six o'clock found Tom standing in the hallway of Susan's apartment building. After leaving work he had stopped to pick up a bouquet of tulips before heading home to shower and change. Waiting for her to answer the door, he noticed how much he was actually looking forward to the possibility of Susan lathering and shaving his neck and not the slightest bit concerned about how it would look or the reactions of his coworkers.

Susan answered the door wearing a white blouse that accented the roundness of her firm breasts and an apron protecting her dark skirt patterned with a snaking line of red and white vining flowers up one side. Normally conservative in her clothes at work, Tom noticed that this skirt was tighter than anything he had seen her in previously and with an extra button open the blouse revealed a bit of her creamy skin. She had her hair tied up in a loose knot at the back of her head and the casual curls that escaped to frame her face that made her seem even more beautiful in his eyes.

"Oh thank you Tom, these are lovely." She said as he handed her the flowers and leaned in to brush his cheek with her lips. He complimented her appearance and also the promising smells of roast chicken coming from the tiny kitchen.

"The chicken won't be ready for a half-hour or so." Susan was apologetic. They sat side by side on the sofa and shared a few moments of small talk; Tom had lived just a few blocks away several years before and they discussed their experiences of favourite restaurants close by. His earlier nervousness was completely gone and they laughed and chatted easily. Tom couldn't ignore her long glances which took in every detail of his appearance, and a couple of times when he turned his head quickly he caught her staring at the back of his head.

"Tell me more about your family." He coaxed, hoping to see again the flush of excitement she had displayed earlier when remembering her parents' relationship. The half-hour passed quickly and he enjoyed hearing about Susan's childhood; being raised as an only child on a number of military bases around the world had given her a unique perspective and taught her to be friendly, adaptable and self-sufficient. He learned that she had completed University back in the States and had never been married or had children. They continued talking through dinner and washing up, and as they finished he leaned against the counter admiring her cheeks and lips glowing pink in the warm kitchen.

"Well?" she asked tentatively, reaching her hand up to stroke the side of his face. "What do you think? It's up to you of course, but my father always said that having his neck shaved every week kept his haircut fresh longer..." Already blushing, she looked shyly down at her hands and then back up to gauge Tom's reaction.

He took hold of her right hand and brought it up to touch his neck. "Let's give it a try then..." and encouraged her with a big smile.

"I am so excited ... after we talked I could hardly keep my mind on work... isn't that silly?" Susan smiled in return. Tom couldn't hold himself back from grinning as she led him down the hall and into the bathroom. There was a stool against the wall and she pulled it out in front of the large counter topped with a six foot mirror, gesturing for Tom to sit down with an exaggerated queenly wave and curtsy.

"This is how my mother always shaved my dad." Susan spoke matter of factly while filling the sink with steamy water and pulling an old fashioned shaving mug, brush and straight razor out of a worn leather pouch. She brought two towels out from a tall cupboard and put the smaller one in the sink and arranged the larger one around Tom's shoulders and tucked it in to the collar of his shirt. Squeezing the hot water out of the smaller towel, she then draped it carefully to cover the stubble she intended to shave. Her fingers on his neck were so gentle and yet he felt a spark of electricity wherever she touched.

Watching her in the mirror as she removed the damp towel, Tom was captivated. She looked up and smiled at his reflection a few times as she used the small brush to spread the white foam along his hairline. He couldn't look away, his eyes noted every detail of her appearance; the flush of her cheeks, her red mouth partly open, blonde curls falling over her face, and her tempting breasts under the white blouse just inches away from him as she bent low in concentration. He continued to watch as she slowly began to scrape his neck clean; for a few moments she never looked up, and with one hand pushed his head forward slightly while the other gripped the handle of the razor to move up and down in short strokes.

"How am I doing?" She queried, having shaved a narrow band of smooth skin that came approximately to the mid-point of Tom's nape.

His eyes met hers and the mirror and he smiled. "That feels so amazing, I love it..."

"Really? I was a little nervous..."

"No, it's wonderful... please don't stop..."

A little-girl giggle escaped from her lips. "Oh goody... I was hoping it would be ok..." They both laughed as she resumed her task, and soon his neck was shaved in a clean line that went from one side to the other. Picking up the damp towel from the counter, Susan wiped away the leftover shaving cream and stroked the newly bare skin with her soft fingers.

"What do you think?" Tom asked her softly. "I can understand now why this was such a special experience for your parents... it makes me tingle inside when you touch the shaved section..."

Her fingers continued to play along the raised hairline. "Do you think you would like me to shave you like this again?"

He stood up and turned so that he was looking straight into her eyes, "I think I will be back at Susan's barbershop every week if you will let me..."

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