("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2008. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Saleslady "Cums" To See Me by Livdnsouth (earlgt@hotmail.com) *** A girl I met at church comes to my place of business and tries to sell me something. (MF, exh, oral, mc) *** She sat down in the row ahead of me and my family. She usually slid into the pew ahead of us, or if she was there first, I would steer our family behind her. We had attended the little country church since we had moved to take the new job. The services were simplistic and boring, but in order to keep up appearances, we had to mix with the right people in the community. She always wore the same long flowing full brightly colored, sleeveless, summer dress, which had a deep plunging neckline. She was extremely attractive like most southern ladies, tanned from worshipping the summer sun, and evidently spent endless hours applying make-up and getting ready for her regular entrance each week. The thing that caught my eye the first time was the ankle chain that she wore under her nude shade panty hose. When she crossed her legs and the spaghetti strap shoes dangled on her foot as her leg waved back and forth gently, the gold chain glittered in the light of the chandelier. I imagined her little cunny lips squeezing together and relaxing under her hands placed so gently in her lap. She had slim shapely legs, and the face of a temptress that always had this glazed expression as she sat there with her leg gently waving...back and forth...back and forth. It was an anticipated weekly pleasure to daydream away those boring sermons, fantasying about the creature just ahead of me. The only distraction that kept interfering with my lascivious thoughts was her two unruly preschool boys who played and fussed beside her for the Sunday morning hour. They would distract many who sat close by, and when she tried to quiet them, she would lean down and hush them up, and at the same time give me a great view down the front of her dress. She was small-titted, but her hard nipples stood straight out and punched impressions in her undergarments that were visible only when she leaned forward. She obviously had a man in her life that was plowing her furrow. Most southern ladies were attached to good family men who always seemed to be getting over a Saturday night hang-over. It didn't really matter to my fantasy though, and I continued to imagine all kinds of naked gymnastics with her during those Sunday mornings. Sometimes her younger sister would attend with her and by seating arrangement, became the "blocker" at the end of the isle to keep the young boys from escaping. Her sister was much curvier and always wore the same creamy white skirt and jacket with a frilly blouse that was open down to the little flower on the front hook of her bra. She was one of those girls who struggled to keep her weight under control and you just knew that when she caught her guy, she would likely balloon up uncontrollably. She was about 5'4" tall with short cropped hair that was styled around her cherubic face. She had that southern girl, peaches and cream complexion with these little chubby cheeks. Her bright sparkling blue eyes glinted when she looked at me and she had these little pouty lips that I wanted to taste. Her blouses always had these deep plunging necklines like her big sister, but she had bulging big boobs that she squeezed together and forced upwards and out by always doing up her two lower jacket buttons, when she cinched in her narrow waist. She seemed to be presenting her fleshy mummeries when she approached me, and for added excitement she wore this gold chain with a dangle that just danced in her cleavage. Her tight skirt was stretched down over her womanly hips and hugged her ass so tight that the stitches at the top of the little dart at the back of her skirt always looked like it might burst open. Her legs were covered with nylons in the same light shade as her tanned skin and I loved to hear her thighs rub together when she walked up the isle. She always wore high heeled shoes that exaggerated the calf muscles in her legs and made her ass cheeks twitch when she walked. I never found out what their names were and I never really thought that I would ever get to actually fuck either one of these southern women. I struggled to conceal my wandering eye, (and swollen pants) because my wife always seemed to know when there was any pussy competition in her area, but I didn't let it stop me from imagining either one of them on their backs with their legs wrapped around my waist, being the recipient of my thrusting rigid cock, when the lights were out and I was performing my matrimonial duty, buried inside my wife. I was managing a factory in town during the week and from time to time sales people would come by and try to sell me the newest widget on the market. I got a call one day from a woman that wanted to come and sell me her line of products. I made an appointment for after the lunch hour because the crew always went home at 1:00 pm .On the appointed day, the receptionist informed me that my appointment was there, and I went across to the main building to meet her. When I got there I saw the woman from the church in the creamy white suit. She gave me her name, which I immediately forgot, and I lead her out to the plant area where I had my office. If I was a gentleman with good intentions, I might have ushered her to the conference room that was highly visible to the rest of the staff and I could have focused on her boobs while she did her presentation. It would have also given the rest of the guys around the office the chance to participate in my little fantasy. I wickedly thought about another possibility. The plant area was deserted except for a maintenance man who was working at the other end. My office was elevated to a second level and had glass windows all the way around so I could observe the factory during working hours, or in this case, I would be able to notice if anyone was approaching. It was my habit to keep my office in darkness except for the desk lamp, which was not visible from the plant floor. This gave me opportunity to work undisturbed and no one knew when I was up in my office observing them. I ushered this nubile, sweet smelling, skirted pussy toward my office. We made the usual small talk as I lead her toward the stairs. I motioned to her and she started up the stairs ahead of me. I could feel my dick swelling and starting to beg for its freedom. The bright outside daylight shone through her skirt, between her legs as she stepped up ahead of me. The outline of her ass was clear as she climbed up step by step. I peered intently at her ass and tried to make out any panty lines, but my imagination was rewarded with only a round smooth set of ass cheeks wiggling ever so slightly and the flash of illumination that appeared between her thighs as she mounted each stair. I wickedly observed her dress creep up and slid a little higher as she took each step. I was close enough to smell her scent. Perfume was mixed with a bit of womanly funk that was the result of the hot weather and what I hoped was horniness. I felt like I was going to cream my pants. My voice was all jittery and I was getting weak as I climbed up behind her. Finally we got to the door, and I reached by her, intentionally grazing her breast as I turned the door handle. She walked be me into the air conditioned office and I motioned to her to sit in the chair across from my desk. I asked if I could take her jacket before she sat down, and to my amazement she released those two tight buttons under her breasts and the jacket burst open letting the full weight of her boobs strain into the undersized cups of her bra I hung her jacket up and she took her seat. I went around the desk and sank into my reclining leather chair. I adjusted my desk lamp out of my eyes and just up toward her slightly so that her lap was fully in the light; She tried to cross her legs, but the dress was too tight and she couldn't quit get her leg up over her other knee. So there I sat looking at her and focusing on that little white triangle between her clasped thighs, just under the taught material of her skirt. She blathered on for some time about all the benefits of her product line, and I tried to focus enough to ask the odd question in order to keep her talking. All the time I concentrated on her little triangle and kept one eye on the dangle on her necklace that kept trying to find a resting place in her cleavage. My cock was throbbing and had swelled in my pants. It had stretched down the side of my leg and had escaped the confines of my underwear. I sat foreword and let my fingers caress the swelling in my lap. The sensations were going to my head, and I could feel my nerves twitching in my thighs and stomach. I concentrated on her so hard and though I might be able to send her a message by telepathy. "Open your legs," I thought. "Lean towards Me. Open a button on your blouse." My head started to hurt, I was concentrating so hard. I could feel my pulse throbbing in my forehead and perspiration beading up on my upper lip. I became oblivious to what she was saying and became lost in my deep desire to seduce her. "I want you." "What did you say?" "Oh god!" I said that right out loud... I looked into her eyes. She was completely silent and I couldn't find anyway to recover. I looked at her and said that I was sorry but I couldn't concentrate on what she was saying. "You said that you wanted me!" I was busted! I could feel my face getting red, and saw my career flashing in front of my eyes... She reached up slowly and caressed her full round breast. When her nipple responded and bulged its hardness through her bra, she tweaked it firmly between her dainty thumb and forefinger. She leaned toward me and licked her lips. Her boobs were welling up and looked like they were going to spill out in front of her. She fluttered her long dark eyelashes at me and asked, "Are you hard?" "Oh yes," She stood up and backed toward my credenza and rested her ass cheeks on the edge. She worked her legs apart and her tight skirt began to slip up her thighs. I felt like a little boy at a burlesque show. I had seen and tasted and fucked pussy so many times before, but this was feeling like my first time. She helped her skirt higher until the dark colored bands of her panty hose showed. Then I got a surprise that sent a jolt down through my cock. She was wearing these panty hose, stocking things that were crotch less. They were open on her inner thighs and her pussy and ass. Her lady jewel was just hidden by the tiniest transparent lacy panty triangle with little beads sewn on it. The elastic strings pulled up to her hips and the centre string disappeared in between her taught little pussy lips that were bare. I could see little creases on each side of her thigh that began to stretch away as her legs opened wider. She wiggled her index finger at me and motioned for me to come close. I slid over toward her on my chair and wheeled in between her legs. She was stretched out as far as her little legs could go and the chair kept her from slipping off the edge. As I got within smelling distance, she leaned back against the window behind her and supported herself with her hands at each side. I delicately moved her panty to one side and looked at her smooth hairless pussy. The lips were taught and the crease was just a little dark line right down the centre. They released the little elastic from between them as I pulled on it gently. I sniffed deeply as I sank my face between her legs. I felt her hand on the back of my head as she pressed me down into her. Her woman scent was mixed with sweet perfume and the heat of passion released the strong pungent aroma of womanhood. I sank my tongue into her slit gentle and searched for her love button. She moaned and began to relax a bit and then her inner lips began to swell enough to separate her puss. I sank down and lustily pleasured her. She moaned and sighed quietly, but I was encouraged to keep on by the pressure she applied to the back of my head. I lost all sense of time and just tickled my way into her nest. I tried to enter her love tunnel with my finger and felt her entrance open. She began to flood with woman juice. I lapped at her like a puppy dog. She was still sitting on her pulled up skirt and the thin transparent material provided a place-mat for my feast. I tried to swallow all her sweetness and licked her down to her puckered asshole to keep the juices off her skirt. When my tongue darted across her asshole she jumped and forced my nose up her cunt hole. Her moaning became more deliberate and I could hear her gasping. Little jolts went through her body and the muscles in her thighs and tummy jumped and stiffened as her thighs clamped and relaxed around my face in waves. I gently licked and kissed at her smooth skin and nibbled on her lips. She finally pushed me away and I stood up and opened my zipper. My cock was long and stiff and I moved in between her legs I grabbed my wayward cock with my hand and pointed it down toward her slit. I rubbed her up and down a couple of times and watched her flower open up as she drew her legs up. I planted my knob in her entrance and released my hand as I started to push into her tightness. The heat of her tunnel burned my cock and I felt a warm sensation beginning on the bottoms of my feet and reaching up my legs into my groin. She cradled her legs in my arms and her ass lifted off the credenza as our bodies slammed into each other. She met my rhythm with cunt contractions that intensified my sensations. This little church girl had learned to fuck from a master. We pounded into each other relentlessly. She was tight and I could feel my cock skin stretching back as my dick head sought out the entrance to her womb. Her inner lips grasped my shaft made slick and shiny by her sex. I began to feel my seed bubbling in my balls, and gasped. "Pull out!" she shrieked. One more thrust and I felt the cum ejaculating from my depths. I yanked my cock out as quickly as I could, but the cum exited my pee hole as her cunt lips released me. Squirt after squirt piled up on her crotch. I messed her stockings and cream ran down her thigh and puddled up on her skirt... I released her legs and set her ass back down in the pool of cum. My cock released its final shot of cream colored cum on the front of her dress. We were spent! I reached over to my desk and grabbed the tissue box and began the chore of cleaning the sex juices off of her, and her clothes. I wiped my shrunken cock off and stuffed if back into my pants. She was flushed as she stood to her feet, and went over to sit down. I looked at the front of her dress and saw the cum stain right in the middle, between her legs. "Lucky I wore my cum colored dress," she said. I smiled, and looked at my watch. The time had come to leave and I rewarded her with an order for all of her "hard work." The next Sunday when we arrived at church, she met me in the foyer and showed me that she was wearing the skirt with the cum stains. Sunday morning fantasies are much more rewarding now that I have tasted her fruit. 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