James Barton: Door to door teaser

Pam stood trembling with anticipation as the man lifted her skirt gently and drew down her panties. As they moved slowly past her knees, the woman kneeling in front of her removed them by lifting one foot and then the other. She shivered then as the woman lifted the panties to her face and inhaled deeply while the man behind her caressed her full, smooth buttocks and bunched her skirt about her slender waist.

She felt the warm knob of his prick then as he moved his body close to hers and insinuated it between the cheeks of her ass; she spread her legs slightly and as she did, the woman looked up at her, licked her full sensuous lips and smiled. Pam felt a thrill go through her body as the woman moved her hands over her lush thighs, moved them upward and gently spread the lips of her pussy. She watched in fascination as the woman's tongue came out of her mouth like a tiny pink snake and brushed the silken thatch of blonde pubic hair, then licked the widespread surface of her pussy lips.

"Ohhhh… God… yes!" Pam moaned as she felt the man ease his prick between her legs to rest it against the bottom of her cunt. She watched as the woman took a long lick and barely touched the glistening head of the man's throbbing shaft as he began a slow movement with his hips. Then, she felt the waist of her blouse pulled free from her skirt and his warm hands were on her sides moving up to cup her full, ripe breasts. Her nipples stiffened immediately and she thrust her hips forward as the woman closed her mouth over her pussy and found the erect nub of flesh that sent thrill after electric thrill through her trembling young body.

Pam felt the head of the man's prick enter her cunt and she bent forward slightly and took hold of the woman's head as she sucked her pussy in slow, fluid motions and licked the entire length of her lewdly spread cunt lips.

"Fuck me and suck me!" Pam cried loudly as the woman's hands encircled her shaking body to hold tightly to the man's ass as he shoved more and more of his bending prick into her cunt.

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her body as the man fucked her obscenely from behind and the kneeling woman laved her cunt with her wet, sucking mouth. Oh, God, she thought, how on earth had she ever existed without this – how had she managed to exist before she had become a "Lotus Lady"? She shuddered as the first small orgasm took her and she breathed deeply, knowing that it would herald a rush that would soon leave her breathless but crying – begging for more.

And as she gripped the woman's head and forced her cunt into her face, she felt a warmth spread through her body for the two beautiful people loving her so – they were two of her best customers. It had been such a short time, she recalled, since she had taken that first ride with Marge as she was introduced to the best customers on earth and had become A Lady of the Lotus!

Pam Drum sat uncomfortably nervous on the car seat; a thin trickle of sweat ran down her right side and caused an involuntary chill to run through her lithe, young body; she felt the perspiration building on her thighs and she wished again she had not worn both panties and pantyhose. Not that it was so terribly warm – the greatest portion of her discomfort came from the fact that she was just a little bit scared. Of what, she did not know; Marge Townsend sat bright and cool behind the wheel of her Dodge Dart as they wound their way through the tree-shaded streets, pointing occasionally to a customer's home and remarking on the buying potential of that customer.

It was natural, Pam thought, to be just a little scared or nervous on the first day of a new job, and landing Marge's territory was somewhat of a windfall for the attractive young blonde, and she realized that the territory was hers due to the sales manager's response to her eager activity during the training classes she had attended over the past week. Yesterday a trainee, today a "Lotus Lady", she told herself, and squirmed in the seat, wishing she had driven her own air-conditioned car that day.

"We'll stop at Colonel Mitchum's," she heard Marge saying, "He always buys big this time of year and you can show him the new summer specials…" She smiled and winked at Pam as they drew up before a large brick home, set well back from the street. "He's a sweetheart, really – I'll leave you alone after the introduction and let you see for yourself – I've several articles to deliver in the next block."

Pam swallowed back her apprehension as she took her slender display case and her sales book and stepped out of the car. A cool breeze blew between her thighs and lifted the hem of the miniskirt that showed an attractive amount of her well-fleshed thighs. Nervously, she followed Marge up the winding walk to the covered porch of the beautiful home, and she watched as Marge pressed the button and called out, "Lotus calling…"

In a few moments, the door was opened widely and Pam blinked as a handsome, gray-haired man attired in a satin smoking jacket and slacks smiled down at her.

"Well, Mrs. Townsend," Pam heard him saying, "This is a pleasant surprise!" and he stepped back as Marge nodded and stepped into the coolness of the house.

Pam followed and found herself introduced to the suave Colonel Mitchum, then ushered into a large, well-furnished study just off the foyer. She looked about and the room bespoke a maleness that she had never before encountered: trophy after trophy adorned the walls – those that were not filled to overflowing with books – and the furniture was all oak and leather.

"Listen, you two," Marge said affably, "I've got that terrible Mrs. Horton to deliver a few things to… why don't you get acquainted and I'll drop back in about an hour."

"Of course, my dear," the Colonel returned. "Take your time – I'm sure I'm in good hands with Miss Drum here," and he smiled warmly at Pam as she cast a bewildered glance toward Marge.

As the woman turned for the door, she smiled and told Pam, "Don't disappoint the Colonel now, dear… he's going to be one of your best customers. Ta, ta!" she called, and was gone.

"Now… don't let me frighten you, dear girl," the Colonel said. "I'm no one special – just an old retired Army dog…" he winked. "And don't bother yourself trying to sell me – I'm sold on Lotus Products… my wife used them for years."

"Oh?" Pam said, finding her voice at last, "I'd love to meet her."

The Colonel smiled indulgently as he replied, "I'm afraid that's quite impossible, my dear. She's been dead for nearly five years now."

Pam felt her face flush as she realized what a terrible blunder she had made. "Oh… I'm… so sorry…"

"Come, come, my child, life must go on." He winked and added, "In all candor, I must admit, being a bachelor has its advantage… can I offer you something cool? You look a bit ravished – if you'll excuse the term."

Pam swallowed back her nervousness and wished to hell that Marge had not left her so abruptly – she felt terribly uneasy in the presence of this distinguished-looking man whose charm had totally disarmed her – and she hadn't even mentioned the summer specials yet! "Umm… yes," she said thickly. "It is rather warm, Colonel."

"Fine… but let's drop the formalities… my friends call me Peter…" He winked again. "It's just a nickname, of course."

Pam felt her face flush again for no apparent reason and she squirmed uncomfortably on the cool leather of the couch. She watched as the man crossed the room, pressed a button and a panel slid aside to reveal a small bar. He poured them both a light drink, and as he handed one to Pam, she realized it was liquor. She tried to protest, but he would not hear of it.