James Barton: Door to door teaser

Finally, she lay in his arms and he stroked her pussy as his prick softened and slipped out to lie against his thigh. He nuzzled her neck and kissed her ear, brushing her soft blonde hair away from the nape of her neck. She chilled as he licked her neck and she was only dimly away as he reached between the cushions of the couch and pulled out a soft towel to dry her blonde thatch and wipe her sensitive cunt.

She felt him lift her up and then she sat back exhausted as she felt him kneel before her and slip her shoes on her feet. She sat like that for what seemed a very long time, and off in the distance, she heard the clink of ice as it was dropped into a glass, then she felt the coolness of the glass in her hand as his voice came to her.

"You can open your eyes now, my child."

She fluttered her eyelids and found Colonel Mitchum standing fully dressed before her. He smiled down at her and lifted his glass in salute. Dazed, Pam lifted her own glass and tasted a sour-sweet mixture that was delightfully cool.

"Lemonade…" he said, and smiled, "I like it on hot, afternoons…" and his words were cut off by the sounding of the chimes. "That will be Marge… excuse me a moment," he said, and smiled graciously.

Still half-dazed, Pam sat and wondered for a moment if it had all been real. Had she dreamed it? No, she thought as she felt the warmth still in her stomach… and a moment of panic took her as she realized she had not put on her panties – or her pantyhose! Frantically, she looked about for them, but they were nowhere in sight, then she looked up as Marge and the Colonel entered the study.

"Well, how have you two been getting along?" Marge asked cheerily.

Pam felt her cheeks flush and she wondered if the other woman would notice she wasn't wearing her pantyhose. She had tucked in her blouse and no damage had been done to her short hair, but still she felt it showed.

"Famously!" she heard the Colonel saying. "We're going to be the best of friends," he said, and winked at Pam in the same manner he had winked at Marge earlier.

"Well, we must be off, Colonel… we've several more stops to make and I want to make sure that Pam meets all her best customers before I have to send her out on her own."

"Certainly," he replied, then turned to Pam. "You drop by any time, my dear child… any time at all," and he smiled warmly at her.

She thought about the summer specials and wondered if she should mention them now. "Never press a customer," the sales manager had instructed her, "Lotus sells itself… and we aren't high pressure people!"

"Ummm… yes," Pam heard herself saying as she set her glass aside and picked up her display case from the floor. As she did, her heart nearly stopped, for shoved beneath the edge of the leather couch were her panties and pantyhose! Quickly, she stood up and smiled nervously at the Colonel and took Marge by the arm. "If I could drop by next week?" she asked hopefully as they turned to walk from the room.

"But of course, my child," the man told her, and patted her swaying ass as she walked behind Marge to the front door.

They bid him goodbye and as Pam seated herself in the car, she sighed and shook her head. "I really should have sold him something," she remarked absently as Marge slid behind the wheel.

As she twisted the key in the ignition, Marge told her, "I wouldn't be too concerned with that, Pam… sell yourself to the customer first, then your product will sell itself."

Well, Pam thought, she had certainly done that! And as Pam glanced at the other woman, she thought she detected a knowing smile playing about the edges of her lovely mouth.

The ringing of the telephone brought Pam from the deep stupor of sleep. She opened her eyes reluctantly and rolled to one side to claw the instrument from its cradle. She lay back heavily and pressed it to her ear as she asked, "Yes – what is it?"

"Miss Drum?" a feminine voice inquired.

"Ummm… yes, this is she."

"Good morning – this is Alicia Conners… Lotus. Did I disturb you?"

Pam sat bolt upright in her bed and looked toward the digital clock beside the phone on the nightstand. She heaved a sigh of relief as she saw it was only nine a.m. and she wasn't due to meet Marge until ten. "No, of course not," she answered, and pictured the bright young secretary of the Lotus sales manager sitting behind her desk.

"Fine… Marge Townsend just called in sick for the day – she asked me to call you and apologize… twenty-four-hour flu, I'm afraid."

"Oh…" Pam said, and tried to collect her thoughts. "Ummm… I was supposed to meet her at ten…"

"Yes, that's what she said," Alicia told her. "She's left a list of instructions for you if you'd like to try the day on your own… actually, there's not too much – several deliveries. It might be interesting for you to meet a few of your customers on your own."

Pam thought about it as she threw back the covers and searched the drawer of the nightstand for pen and paper. "Ummmm, yes. If you'll give me the message, I'll do that," she told the secretary.

She scribbled down several addresses as the woman read Marge's schedule for her. "And at the Van Attens… she did leave some sort of instructions."

"Van Attens?" Pam asked.

"A very wealthy client – she's been with Lotus for simply years."

"Oh," Pam said, then inquired: "What did Marge say?"

"Just that you were to be especially nice to 'Old Tom'. Do you know what she meant? I assumed that you would understand…"

Pam wrote it down and puzzled over it for a moment. "Ah, no – but whoever Tom is, I'll certainly be especially nice to him," she said, and wondered.

"Fine… I'll phone distribution for you and tell Frank to have your things wrapped and waiting have a nice day, Lotus Lady!" she said, and hung up.

Pam dragged her body from bed and prepared to shower. After her shower she dressed quickly, choosing a slender wisp of bikini panties, then a pleated miniskirt and a light cotton blouse. As she slipped her shoes on her feet, she heard the buzzer sound on the coffee maker and she hurried to the kitchen to pour herself a cup. Her breakfast consisted of two diet capsules, a glass of orange juice and a cup of black coffee. Almost immediately, she felt a lift from the capsules and she hummed lightly to herself as she ran a brush through her hair for the last time and sprayed it lightly.

Unlocking her Torino, she rolled down the windows all the way around, then glanced at herself in the rear-view mirror as she turned the key in the ignition. It was a short drive to the Lotus distribution center and she found Frank smiling at her as she approached across the tiled foyer.

"Everything's ready for you, Miss Drum," the older man said brightly, and let his gaze roam over the lithe young body of the new Lotus Lady. Like to get that one in the stock room, he thought hungrily as he watched her tits bounce braless as she approached the counter. Put about ten inches of stiff prick down her throat!

Pam smiled and thanked the man, then checked the purchase orders against the delivery slips. Everything in order, she signed for the products and thanked Frank as he signaled one of the younger boys to take the packages to her car for her.

"Ah, if there's anything you ever need, Miss Drum… you know, special like… you can count on me," Frank told her, and leaned heavily against the counter to hide the bulge in his pants.

"Why thank you, Frank," she told him. "You're sweet."

As she unlocked the trunk of her car, the boy looked longingly at her bare legs and thought, Man, I'd like to take this one on a tour of the warehouse – stuff six hot inches up her hot twat!

Pam thanked the young man and blushed as he openly stared at her bare legs and short skirt. Then she was on her way. She checked the Van Atten's address, and recognized it as being in a very exclusive neighborhood. Another rich one, she concluded, and pulled onto the freeway.