Jean Sifton: The door-to-door salesman

Before he could hear her reply, he got out of the car and then decided to have a quick look under the hood. Luckily, he had a flashlight with him, and he peered into the mysterious darkness of the engine. Almost a novice at mechanics, he couldn't make anything of the motor, and slammed down the top again.

You've got a nice long walk for your trouble now, old buddy, he told himself and turned in the direction Selma had told him. But he was suddenly arrested by a heartfelt cry.

"Doug! Doug! Don't leave me!"

What the hell's the matter now? he thought angrily as he turned back towards the car.

"Selma! What's wrong?" he asked, opening the back door and looking in.

"Don't leave me here alone! I'm afraid!" she whispered, and her voice sounded as if she had been crying.

"But nothing will happen to you and I won't be long!" he assured her.

"Let me come with you!" she begged, her voice soft and pleading.

"But if you come, you'll only slow us down. I intend to run most of the way!"

"B-But I can't stay here! I'm… I'm scared to death!" her cry ended on a sob and Doug eased himself into the back seat beside her. He just couldn't go off and leave her alone, crying and frightened.

"Now Selma, don't cry. There's nothing to be frightened of. I'll be back soon and then I'll take you home," he soothed, placing his arm reassuringly around her shoulder. Within moments, she was clinging to him and he could feel her slender frame shaking as she pleaded with him.

"We can stay here in the car until someone comes! There's bound to be people passing by, on their way back from the shopping center at Forest Circle!"

"This road looks as deserted as hell to me! We haven't seen an automobile on it yet!" Doug said severely, wondering how he was going to extricate himself from the mess he was in. It was obvious he couldn't leave Selma by herself in the car, but on the other hand, if she went with him, it might be hours before they got on the road again. Her body felt so small and vulnerable in the crook of his arm and he knew that she was really terrified at the prospect of being left alone. Maybe the best thing would be to bring her along, regardless of how long it would take.

After all, he couldn't sit here all night trying to persuade her.

"Okay, Selma," he began, but he was suddenly cut off as she moved still closer to him and in a moment, her lips were grazing along his jawline, trailing hot, moist kisses in an excruciating path to the fullness of his lips. She was kissing him!

For a long moment, he was immobilized with surprise, but then as the ripe warmth of her lips pressed hungrily against his, he found himself responding eagerly, grinding his mouth down against hers, his arms tightening around her in a powerful embrace.

A surge of pleasure thrilled through him as he felt the soft pliancy of her body, and then her tongue darted into his mouth. It slipped past his teeth and began to fence and twist around his own still dormant organ, whipping up a froth of saliva as it swirled around in his mouth. His head felt light and dizzy and his lips felt as if they were glued to Selma's softly yielding mouth. Instinctively, he lowered his hand and circled tightly the palpitating mound of her breast beneath her light blouse. He could feel the hardening arousal of her nipple as it leaped gladly under the caressing pressure of his hand, and, gaining in courage, he lowered his searching fingers still lower. He drew in his breath sharply when they came into contact with the gently quivering flesh of her thigh, soft and tender under the shiny encasement of her stockings.

"Oh Doug…" she whispered softly, her voice warm and exciting.

But her words brought him to his senses. He wanted to go on like this, kissing and stroking her, but he couldn't. He might go too far…

"Look, Selma, we'd better…" he began lamely.

"We'd better what?" she teased, and he could only just make out her face in the dim light of the back seat. They were like two people marooned on a strange island, insulated from the rest of the world in the back seat. The knowledge of their solitude frightened him, and at the same time excited him. Doug could hear her breathing, shallow and rapid, and the almost tentative touch of her fingertips on his thigh.

"Selma, we can't… the car…" he choked, not knowing what to say. But then, her long fingers crawled excitingly upward and suddenly came into searing contact with the throbbing flesh of his pounding cock.

"Oh God, Selma…" he rasped, hardly able to bear it as his rapidly palpitating cock began to grow with lustful intensity, swelling under the gently caressing strokes of her hand. Already it was straining against the material of his pants, and his hands had tightened like vises around the girl's trembling shoulders. He thought he'd go mad from the excruciating pressure when he heard the unmistakable whir of the zipper of his fly and then, his liberated penis leaped joyfully upward, a hard, pulsating rod of flesh. Almost immediately, Selma's fingers tightened around it, exerting exquisite pressure on the tingling surface. She ran her sensitive fingertips up and down the pulsing length of it, making Doug grit his teeth with overwhelming passion.

"Mmmmm… it feels nice and hard already…" Selma crooned, still stroking and caressing the lust-maddened shaft unbearably.

"Selma… what do you think you're doing?" he gasped suddenly, desperately trying to force himself back to reality.

"What am I doing?" the lovely blonde murmured. "Why, I'm stroking and fondling your lovely big prick, to make it even bigger and harder…"

The lewd words sent a fiery arrow of arousal shafting through him and with a moan, he crushed his lips down on her unsuspecting mouth, bruising against her lips with unsated hunger. This time, his tongue nudged hungrily against her teeth, forced its way up into the warm moistness of her mouth. His hands fumbled at the buttons of her blouse, almost ripping them away in his haste. Eagerly, they sought the warm quivering flesh of her palpitating breasts, dipping inside her brassiere and brushing against the burning buds of her turgid nipples. Selma mewled as he kneaded the sensitive flesh, her entire body squirming and tingling from his touch. Relentlessly, his hands chased downward and began to unzip her skirt, and Selma raised her thighs to allow him to slide it down over her shapely hips. He could see the whiteness of her panties gleaming in the half-light and then, with a savage, incoherent moan, he began to tug at the flimsy material. His eyes strained as he caught a glimpse of the golden triangle at the top of her voluptuously curved thighs, and then, more hurriedly, he began to ease the dainty panties down over her long, slender legs, pulling away her stockings as he did so. At last she was naked beside him in the back seat, and Doug was overwhelmingly aware of the exciting closeness of her, of the mesmerizing lure of her warm, yielding body.

Just then, a car loomed up before them, its headlights almost blinding them both.

"Oh God, who is it?" Selma gasped, but Doug hardly heard her. In the strong light, he could see the full splendor of her completely naked body, and his eyes were bulging in his head as he stared at the alabaster whiteness of her upswept breasts, surmounted by the roseate tips of her burgeoning nipples. Swiftly, his excited gaze dropped to the smooth sweep of her hips and fastened on the glossy flaxen triangle of pubic curls between her cream-like thighs. But, moments later, the car had swept by them and their own automobile was plunged into darkness.

He realized that Selma was shivering beside him.

"I got a fright," she whispered, "for a moment, I thought…"

Doug gathered her in his arms and pulled her to him. He had hardly noticed the other auto, in his passionate arousal, had not even thought of stopping it and asking for a ride to the gas station. All he could think of was Selma. Once more he began to paint a burning path of passionate kisses along the curve of her swan-like neck, down to the full ripeness of her firmly rounded breasts. He enclosed each dark, throbbing nipple in his mouth, titillating the little buds with his tongue, nibbling at the excited puckering of her dark-red areolas. His knee edged between the silkiness of her slightly parted legs, forcing them even further apart, and Doug thought he could just barely see an enticing gleam of her moist pink cuntal-slit glimmering beneath the curling wisps of pussy tendrils.