The Lingerie Salesman - by MIKE HUNT 4

[M1KE HUNT]

She fairly ran to the bedroom and said “I’m going to try on the red ones.
I hope they’ll be good.”

“I promise they’ll be good,” I sang out. The red ones were the last ones
we’d selected. I wiggled my fingers at the memory.

She walked into the room, now strutting, and now inhibition free. I stared
at her. The top was nothing more than a band of gauze which held her tits
in place. It was virtually transparent, if a bright red, and had a clasp
between her tits, causing the thin band to squeeze even more narrowly
at that point. The clasp was just a snap, if I remembered correctly.

The bottom half of the outfit was the same bright red, the same see through
material, but of course, I knew it was an open crotch design. While she
was standing, you couldn’t see the opening. It was just big enough to
allow the woman to piss without taking it off, or to allow something to
travel the other direction without interference. That’s what I had in mind.

“The best yet,” I said. “You just keep getting better and better. Come
over here.” I reached out with two fingers and touched the material covering
her tits. Her nipples were at full attention, and were trying to poke
their way through the wispy fabric. I rubbed my fingers lightly across
the tissue. I felt a bump in the smooth cloth where her ruby tip had hardened.
She looked at me as I stroked her, and then I felt her hand searching
the front of my pants for my hardness. It wasn’t difficult to find. She
grasped me. The firmness of her squeezes surprised me repeatedly.

It was only then, then that I surely knew what Shirley knew. It had been
a very very long long time since she had had Dick’s dick. I felt the
feeling over and over again and again.

I repeated the stroke of my fingers, and as they scraped across her nipple,
she closed her grasp on me. My fingers broadened and I put my full hand
around her aching tit. My other hand came up her leg, pushing between
her thighs. She cocked one knee, opening her legs, slightly, and my
hand flew to its waiting destination.

“Here. Let me show you how this works,” I said. My fingers found her
wetness through the hole in the panties and I began to stroke her. “Easy
access, that’s the virtue of this particular outfit. As you can see, the
top is thin, and your breasts stand out like beautiful treasures. And
between your legs, the material is completely cut away...” The skin of
my fingertips was dancing against the skin of her clitoris. She let go
of my shaft and fumbled for my zipper. I went on. “...to allow complete
access...” she lowered the zipper and stuck her hand inside my pants “...for
any situation...” She found my cock, and I felt the coolness of her hand
wrap around the hardness of my manhood. She pulled me free.

“For instance...” I stepped toward her and slipped my hard shaft between
her thighs. As I moved back and forth, I felt my the length of my dick
scraping against her pussy lips, and I felt her wetness drip down over
my tool, moistening the shaft like hot butter over asparagus. “As you
can see...” I was straining now, “...it allows perfect skin to skin contact,
and, uh...” I pulled my pelvis back, and using my free hand aimed my cock
up at a 45 degree angle “...even complete penetration without removing
the clothing.” With both of us standing there, it was awkward, but we
were both doing our best to make it work. I slid most of the way into
her moistened love box, but because of the angle couldn’t quite get all
the way in. I put my hands under her ass and lifted. She understood.

She wrapped her legs around me, and I pushed into her. She hung on my
shoulders, and I supported her with my hands under her ass. We bounced
off one another again and again as I rammed my prick into her willing
snatch. She bent her head down to watch me hide the salami as I slid deep
into her, then pulled out, then pushed back in again.

In a few moments I got tired; I was supporting all of her weight and mine,
after all, and my arms began to ache. I began a clumsy walk over to the
ottoman. “Would you mind if I knelt down here?” I said to her.

“You can do anything you want,” she said, bouncing her pelvis up and
down my light pole as I walked. I knelt, putting her butt down on the
stuffed piece of furniture. That took her weight off of me, but also
restricted her ability to bounce against me. I moved her to the edge,
and began banging away at her.

“I just had to have a few minutes with my hands on these tits,” I said,
looking her in the eye. My hands flew to her breasts. “ Two hands for
two tits,” I said stupidly as I squeezed each one. “It’s nice how that
works out.” There was another pause where the only sound was the slop
slop slop of my dick banging into and back out of her cunt. “I love your
tits,” I said. “They’re two of your best features.”

“What are the others?” she said in a husky voice.

“Beautiful red hair,” I answered, pushing my face into it. “Pretty face.
No, make that gorgeous face,” I whispered in her ear. She looked up at
me and batted her eyes. “Great lips,” I said, bending my head down and
kissing them lightly. “Smooth complexion.” I stroked my cheek against
hers. “Nice neck.” I nuzzled her. “Sexy fingers.” She looked at me, puzzled.
“I remember,” I answered. “You were holding me a minute ago.”

“Oh,” her eyes seemed to say. I continued boffing her.

“Killer ass,” I said. “I remember that, too.” “Oh, and incredible ...
delicious ... unbelievable ... fantastic ... wild ... gotta-have-it ...
wet and juicy cunt.”

She came, suddenly, without warning. I could feel the contractions of
her vagina as it tried to milk the sperm from my body. It squeezed and
squeezed, as though it was a pair of farmer’s hands coaxing the milk from
a cow’s teat. It squeezed my rod again, and a warm flush enveloped her.
Her nipples got as hard a bing cherries, and I watched as her chest, then
neck, and finally cheeks flushed with her excitement.

It was too much for me, and I stopped my movements and froze. I wanted
to feel my dick pump into her pussy, and I sat motionless as my orgasm
crested. I was a like a statue, touching her with only my hands covering
her heaving jugs, and with my dick, which was buried as far inside her
cunt as I could get it. I felt my balls twitch, and knew they were about
to deliver their cargo, up through my dick into her waiting hole.

I felt the first contraction. As I closed my eyes in the agony and ecstasy
of orgasm, I saw her staring into my face, watching me as I pumped my
cum into her. I pumped, then pumped again. I lost all track of time and
space. All of my senses were focused on that seven inches of meat which
was nestled tightly in its warm cocoon, feeling it perform its mission.
I pumped again, and again, and once more, then collapsed on top of her.
My hands fell from her tits.

We stayed like that for a minute. Maybe two. I had my head resting sideways
on her shoulder, when I felt her blow a soft breeze into my ear. It woke
me up. I was still inside her, even though my organ was now shrinking.
But I didn’t want to leave, and she made no attempt to move.

“So like I was saying,” I said between my heavy breaths...

“Oh shut up, Mr. Lingerie salesman of the week,” she said. “I’m going
to make you door-to-door salesman of the month. As long as you deliver.”
She was quiet, then said softly under her breath, “and boy do you deliver.”
She sighed heavily. “I hope Dick...”

I interrupted. “Anytime you want dick, you just call me,” I said. I hoped
she would.

I found a new career that day; I never sold life insurance again. I started
selling lingerie door-to-door. I made a lot of sales. Three months later
I declared bankruptcy. It’s tough to make a living when you can only get
it up for one or two appointments a day, you know?

* * *

MIKE HUNT writes about real life experiences. Well, sometimes I have to
add a little here or there to make a story work. The part that’s true about
this story is that I did get fired from a heavy equipment company. The rest
I just made up. But the story’s been in my head for years, and it seems so
real it almost could have happened. Yeah, come to think of it, it probably
did happen. Yeah, in 1987, I think.

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