James Barton - Door to door teaser

Licking his lips, the bartender looked down at her lovely legs, then let the gaze rise to her plump little ass perched on the round stool, then to her tits, just the thickness of her blouse away. "You wouldn't mind… really?"

"Really," she replied, and as if to prove her point, she kicked off her pumps and uncrossed her legs.

Norman looked down at them, then raised his eyes slowly as he drank in the lush curves of her body. "NO," he said emphatically.

"But why?" she asked, overcome with the desire to help this poor man who had been so honest with her, had shared a deep secret at the cost of his own embarrassment.

He shook his head. "It wouldn't be fair to you, unless I could make you feel as good as it will make me feel, I simply wouldn't consider it."

Pam didn't quite understand the meaning of his words and she shook her head in an attempt to clear her thoughts. "But… but you could do that too… I suppose… if it means that much to you."

"God!" he exclaimed, and moved in behind her to slip his arms about her slender waist. She felt herself lifted off the stool, and as her bare feet touched the carpeted floor, he told her, "It's the only way I'll consent to it… but if you insist…" and before she could reply, she felt his hands encircle her and cup her tits through the thin material of her blouse. She gasped as he moved his body against hers and she felt the bulge in his trousers as it was pressed against her ass. Then his hands moved down her sides, lifted the hem of her short skirt, and as his thumbs hooked into the waistband of her panties, the thought came to her: I'm glad I had the foresight to buy a pair!

Of course, he was just going to touch her a bit to let her know that he wasn't totally one-way in fulfilling his own need, and that thought moved her deeply as she felt her panties drawn down past her knees, then removed altogether as he lifted one foot and then the other and planted a soft, warm kiss on the sole of her right foot. She knew how embarrassed he must be and she felt a sudden surge of anger for his girl friend – he was such a warm, honest man – how could any girl reject him simply because he liked something she could not understand?

Then Pam heard Norman pull down the zipper of his trousers and bend her forward until she was pressed against the bar stool, and leaning on the bar top. He spread her legs slightly, then she felt the head of his hot prick as it slid between her legs and nudged the lips of her pussy.

"Norman?" she asked apprehensively. "Norman!" and she felt him lunge forward as his prick slipped into her cunt and was buried to the hilt. "Arrgghhh! Ohhhh!" she gasped as he moved his hips against her naked ass and gripped her hips in both hands as he withdrew his prick almost to its full length, then plunged again. "Norm… Norman… Jesus… Norman! You didn't have to… you didn't… ohhhh… Jesus… yessss!" she moaned as her own passions took over and she felt his huge prick sliding in and out of her cunt as his hands clutched her tightly. She felt herself cumming and she gripped the edge of the bar as he panted breathlessly behind her.

"Jesus, lady… you've got a tight pussy… so good… so fucking good… I… I hope you're enjoying this… I… I think I'm gonna cum… I… holy shit!" he said loudly.

Pam closed her eyes in ecstasy as his prick was shoved deep into her cunt and she felt it explode there to shoot a great gush of hot semen into her womb. She cried out as her own orgasm took her and shook her violently. She bit her lip and held onto the edge of the bar as his ramrodding prick lifted her feet from the floor and the breath was knocked from her lungs. Then she felt his prick twitch a last time as he gasped for breath and she let out a low moan as the wave of her passion subsided and left her just a little dizzy.

She felt him thrust one last time, then he withdrew his prick from her sucking cunt and her feet regained the floor as he reached for the bar towel and used it thoughtfully to wipe between her legs. She stood on her tiptoes as he wiped her clean, then patted her lovingly on her ass and pulled down her skirt.

"Ummmmm… aren't you going to… I mean my feet?" she questioned as he lit a cigarette and tossed the bar towel into a basket behind the bar.

He smiled at her and then knelt down. One after the other, he lifted her tiny feet to his mouth, kissed them tenderly, then slipped her pumps back on. "Thank you," he said sincerely, "you'll never know how much that meant to me."

Pam blinked. She seemed to have missed something, but if he was satisfied… She smiled at him as he drained the shaker into her glass – he was such a generous man. As she drank the last of her drink and another customer came in, Norman leaned across the bar and whispered, "You're just too precious for words," and he walked toward the other end of the bar as the man there waved and called out to him.

Pam picked up her purse and moved unsteadily off the stool. The fierce sex and the alcohol had taken their toll on her, and as she walked toward the door, it took her several steps to regain her composure. As she reached the door, she heard Norman call out to her, "Come again, Miss…"

As the bright sunlight blinded her, Pam narrowed her eyes and tried to make out the time on her watch. Finally, she made it out and walked briskly to her car. She unlocked the door, rolled down the windows and sat heavily in the seat. As she did, she felt as though something were amiss, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She shrugged, then turned the key in the ignition. She pulled from the parking space and resumed her drive to her next customer.

Pam pulled up and parked before the comfortable brick home. She read the name again on the sales slip and she smiled. Mrs. Elsa Bragg. Well, Mrs. Bragg, she thought as she climbed out of the car, get ready – here comes the Lotus Lady! Pam walked to the back of the car, unlocked the trunk, and as she leaned forward to retrieve the packages marked for Mrs. Bragg, she felt a light breeze lift her skirt and waft across her bar ass – and she realized what it was that had been bothering her since she had left the bar! She had lost another pair of panties!

"Damn!" she swore as she removed the packages, balanced them in one arm and slammed the trunk of her car. Well, she thought absently, some days it just doesn't pay to get out of bed! And off she went up the narrow walk to the front door of the Bragg home. She rang the bell and called out, "Lotus calling!" and she waited.

The third time she rang the bell, she was filled with a disparaging feeling that Mrs. Bragg just might not be home. She was about to turn and walk away when the door swung open and a young man asked her, "Can I help you, ma'am? My mother's not home right now."

Pam looked at the man; he was attractive in a youthful manner and the open expression on his face bespoke of a proper upbringing and a happy home life. "Ummmm, my name's Pam Drum… I'm with Lotus Products – I have some things for your mother."

"Oh, swell," he said, smiling, then reached out and relieved her of her burden. "Mom's been expecting these… ah, where's Marge?"

The young man's familiarity with Marge Townsend's first name made her feel comfortable – evidently the Braggs did not stand on formality. "I'm going to be handling things in Marge's place from now on," she said, smiling, and followed the young man into the house.

He stopped and turned, then he set the packages on a hall table and look her up and down. "Really?" he said, and smiled broadly. "Everything?"

"Why certainly…" She replied, and felt just a little uncomfortable with his searching gaze.

"Far fucking out!" he exclaimed, and reached out and pulled her to him.

It all happened so quickly that Pam did not have the opportunity to resist. She felt herself smothered in the man's arms – and his strength surprised her. He closed his mouth over hers and as his tongue pushed through her lips, she was astounded at the liberty the boy was taking with her.