She sipped her coffee by the window and watched the people pass by, contained in their own busyness. Then, from out of nowhere, she spotted a smart looking stranger coming up her driveway carrying a small case.
"Oh Lord, I hope it isn't another one of those Jehovah's," she mumbled to herself. "I'm not up to that this early in the morning."
Despite the prayer , she saw him approach her door and ring the bell. She considered not answering it and even hiding, but after taking another look at him, she let temptation get the better of her. Despite a broken nose, he was good looking and had an air of confidence and a smile that intrigued her. Through the screen door she caught a slight hint of his cologne . She wasn't sure of the brand, but like his coat, it was obviously expensive. Rich and good looking probably meant he was safe to talk to. At least it was sufficient enough reason to continue standing there. She smiled and waited for him to speak and state his business.
"I am here as a follow-up to your enquiries for on-line toys. Our company records show that on certain dates, you have accessed web pages, featuring our latest toys. I'm here to demonstrate them, and if you are interested, give you a special . . . by the way, my name is Alan."
Making a quick decision, she invited him in. She couldn't have her neighbours listening or seeing what he was selling. Leading him to the dinning room, she invited him to sit down. She was curious to see what he had to offer and so was the suddenly aching juncture between her thighs. ‘But surely,’ she thought, ‘he can't possibly mean he is going to demonstrate his toys on me. Or could he?’
Excusing herself, she headed for the kitchen to make up a tray up with some coffee and biscuits. All the while, her mind was racing and she wondered if she should dig out her credit card and have it ready just in case. After all, he was here to sell product, not satisfy her usual early morning secret cravings.
Returning, she poured him coffee and took his brochure as he explained, that despite the prices listed, today, he could make her a special offer. Just thinking about what he meant by that, made her hot, and that was a massive understatement. As she handed him a biscuit his hand held on to hers, and he gazed deep into her eyes as if seeking permission. She nodded in the affirmative as her pussy began to do somersaults and her nipples became erect and hard. She could not recall ever being so aroused from so little. It took only one look at the gleam in his eye to fully convince her that this man had more than selling product on his mind. As if to confirm her thoughts, he pointed down at the big bulge in his trousers. She moved close to him, and whispered in his ear.
"I want you to demonstrate your toys for me. Teach me all about them."
Looking down her satin blouse he got a full view of her black lacy Victoria Secret's push-up bra. His leg bumped hers knowingly, as he stroked her matching silk stockings and worked his hand up under her garter belt to explore her bare flesh. Through it all, he carried on smiling and talking in a business like tone of voice. The ultimate salesman she thought. Getting up from the table, she attempted to regain her composure and asked him a question about the popularity of his products. Rather than giving her a direct answer, his reply was that he would demonstrate all the products and that would answer all her questions.
"Show don't tell," is our company motto he proudly told her. "That's our company policy.