Sales Girl

That was an idle Sunday I was relaxing after just attending to the phone call from my wife. She called to tell that she had reached her parents home safely along with our son for a week long vacation. I had my chores completed and my breakfast and trying to read the morning paper while watching news on TV. Telephone rang again. “Good Morning madam, I am Loba calling from xxx sales department” a lady was on the line. “My wife is not at home, can you call her next week” I replied to dismiss the caller and go back to paper. “Sir, madam has ordered some of our products last week” the caller insisted to continue the call “ these have arrived yesterday. Can I deliver them to you now?”. I thought for a while and glanced at the product magazine laying under the hall center glass top table. I knew that my wife will mark with red ink the products in the catalogue that she would like to buy. The prices will be printed and there will be some discount on these prices. “Well, you can bring them down here” I said as a passive response. “Thank you sir, I shall be there in about an hour” she said and hung up.

I started recalling this lady’s visit some time in the past. She has come with her ten year old son. A short, slightly bulky lady with an attractive face, short cropped hair. A bit talkative to be a smart sales girl. Thinking of her I went for my shower. Warm water sprinkling over the body fuelled enough imagination and had a hard on, already. Still, I knew that there is nothing at store for me on this Sunday except a little business chat with Loba. Any way, this lady will have an accomplice with her when she is aware that she is visiting a house with only ‘Sir’ at home. Coming of shower, I put on a loose shirt and an evening pyjama and kept ready for making coffee for me and for the guests and went back to my paper & TV.

The door bell rang after fifteen minutes. I got up to open the door to see this lady smiling and all alone. I showed her way into the hall. She carried a large bag by herself with her products. I closed the door behind us and asked to sit on the sofa. As she was settling down I had a full look at her. She was wearing a light green shifon saree with a matching sleeveless blouse. She had left her sandals at the door and was about 5 feet tall. Nicely brushed her neck length hair. I though she had dark maroon lipstick and a mild perfume on her. I went into the kitchen to get her a glass of water. While returning, I saw her low back cut blouse and a faint tell tale sign of a back bra underneath. She thanked me for the water. She was gently perspiring for carrying the heavy bag two floors up the stairs. Gently wiping her neck with her handkerchief, she revealed her neck line showing her gold mangalsutra. She smiled back at me while catching me stare at her and drank little water.

“Where mam has gone sir?” she opened the conversation showing that she is not in hurry to deliver the goods and collect the money and move off. I replied and asked her why she did not bring her son along. She told that he had a match to be played at his school and has gone there with his father. I sat on the opposite single sofa when she started picking up her big zip bag and pulling out the things. Though she bent forward to open the bag, I could not get a glance at her cleavage. But she was well endowed at her age of 35, being a mother and being in an active sales activity. I took out the monthly catalogue of products that my wife had used to mark her orders and moved to the adjoining sofa to examine the products.

Loba removed items one by one and started laying them on the table. I checked them with the catalogue for red marks. After all the items were laid out, she took out her small calculator to make totals. She was leaning on her right holding the calculator showing me and I was leaning to my left to see the display and tell her catalogue prices of each of the items. I could smell her perfume and feel her breathing. After totaling, she worked out discount and gave me the figure of Rs.1350 as total to pay her. I bent further to look at the calculator, she moved her hand to show it. My shoulder touched hers. I took her hand to adjust the angle and she gave the calculator to me.

I saw and got upto go to bedroom to get her the money. On the way I stopped in kitchen to warm the coffee already prepared for her. While coming back with money, I also brought two cups of coffee and offered her. I settle down in the facing sofa while she thanked me and started sipping coffee and probably felt it too hot and kept back the cup on table.

“If you don’t mind” I stared conversation “how much of commission you get on the sale?” She moved her legs, adjusted her saree pleats while bending forward. Her short hair fell front on her face covering her eyes. She sat back while adjusting her hair, smiled and said “not much, may be about 10% on discounted price”. Then as a second thought she said, “Sir, can I show you some of new products not listed in this catalogue?”. Without waiting for reply, she bent forward to open her bag again. This time her pallu slipped to her hand and I had a clear view of her cleavage. Was that an intentional show, I wondered. She pulled out a perfume spray and showed it to me. “Sir, this for madam. Very nice, newly introduced. Why don’t you get it for madam?”. I took it from her hand, intentionally slowly and touching her fingers, rather a fraction longer. It was sealed container and there was no way of knowing how it smelled. Price was also not printed on it. “Is this the same perfume you are wearing?” I asked. She looked up and smiled and replied “No, I can not afford such an expensive one”. “How much does this cost?”. “After discount Rs.1500, but if you choose to take I shall give my cut from my commission and make it Rs.1450, sir”. The sales woman in her was showing. She was also following my gaze over her body. She did not rush to adjust her dress. She allowed me to have a close look at her merchandise. She took a sip of coffee, kept the cup back on table and again bent down to her bag. This time she was slow and had her time in allowing me to peep down her neck cut of blouse and through the back bra edge to the glistening white boob tops. I guess she was aware of the spell she was having on me and was determined to turn that into sale. She took out two card boxes of bras and handed them over to me to look. Before my asking she spoke “sir, these are of madam’s size. I know since last time she bought some from me”.

I took the boxes from her and pulled out a black bra from one of the boxes and started slowly examining them. She had set the stage for me, I thought. While I was looking at the lace on the hem of the bra she played her trump card on me. “Sir, if you buy either of these, I shall get my commission worth Rs.250/-. It will justify my coming all the way here alone on Sunday”. I thought she told alone little emphatically or in a slower pitch. That made blood rush to my head. Then I made my well rehearsed move. “Look Loba, I don’t want to disappoint you, I can’t buy these things without the consent of my wife. But I can get your commission amount in some other way.” She looked at me puzzled to know how. I continued “I want to make a deal to you. If it is OK with you. You have such a nice face and body, if you allow me to take your nude or semi nude pictures, I shall pay you double that amount of your commission” I told in one breath without being sure of how she will react. As expected, she pretended to be alarmed and suddenly got up from the seat, almost screeming “No, not at all. You have mistaken me. I am sorry, I have to leave now”.

I kept my cool and said “Look lady, I have just made a proposal. It is for you to accept or reject. I have not even touched you. I do not intend to touch you either. Please relax. Take your coffee. If you don’t agree, let us not talk about it. Please sit, have your coffee and collect your money and have a good day”. She sat back on her chair and took her cup again. Reassured, I took my coffee cup and had one sip and told “Just four pictures and I shall give you Rs.1000. No hassle, no further deal. I shall keep these pictures or a couple of days and then delete them forever from camera”.

Her cell phone started ringing. She took her phone and stated talking to the other person. She was telling that she has finished her work and will start soon and meet the person in half an hour. This probably gave her time to think after claming down. Offer was irresistible to her, I guess. She talked in low voice “It is wrong you know, I am married lady with a son. If some one comes to know, my life will be ruined”. My trump card is working, I thought. I need still to do my base work. “Loba, don’t worry” I also spoke in low voice in tune with her. “I do not expect any one to come here today. We don’t have to go out. I shall take picture here in the hall only and just ten minutes only”. She was still not sure, probably weighing my offer – risk versus gains. “What I have to do?” She is making her mind, I thought. “Not much, I need to have your picture topless, in one or two angles. And if it is OK, full nude one or two angles”. “You can keep your panty on, if you wish. You will get your reward as per your willingness”. “Strictly no touching?” she wanted to make sure. “Yes. Of course” I said but not sure myself.

“Not here, baba, I shall go inside. If some comes also I can stay there concealed”. It was more than welcome for me to be in bed room with bath attached. I agreed. She finished her coffee more assured now. “Where is bath room? I shall use it.” I took her inside and showed the bath room. While she was in there, I moved her big bag back to another room and cleared other things from the hall. Move her sandles into the shelf at the base. Then I moved back to bed room to take out my digital camera and accessories. I pushed back the window curtain, closed the window shutters fitted with ground glass. There was enough light for shooting good pictures. But space in bed room being limited, I thought I may not get any long shots.

Then Loba came out of the toilet with little anxiety and fear on her face. I smiled at her and asked to relax and sit on the bed and may tidy herself with makeup at the dressing table at the other end. Leaving her there I entered the toilet. Though just flushed, I tried to get some smell of her pee. I also relieved my self and removed my under wear to put back my pyjama only to give my dick freedom to enjoy the scene to come. When I returned, she was standing before the dressing mirror and adjusting her sari pallu. On seeing me, she turned and said “Please hurry, I need to go. What I should do?”. I told casually “remove your sari”. “You told topless, know?”

“Yes, but to get you topless, please remove.”

She turned away from me and started removing her sari. I could still see her front through the mirror. She turned back and smiled and appeared shy.

“No touching, please”, she wanted to be reassured. “Sure” I said but was sure myself.

“Remove your blouse” I told her looking at her naval and the long slit in her petticoat. I could even see her printed white panties underneath. My man was getting alerted. While she slowly removed her front hooks, her black lace bra appeared. She bent her arms backwards to release her bra hooks. That was the sight I would love to click. But I had bargained for only four shots. So I resisted. She casually removed her blouse and bra and placed them on the bed.

“This is the same type bra you were showing for me to buy for my wife?” I asked to make her more comfortable.

She said “Yes. And the same size as of your wife”, she smiled and looked at me more confidently.

“Of course, now I can make out.” I replied “But you have a more lovely figure. More firm and round. Look” I slightly moved closer to her. She suddenly got alarmed and covered her boobs by crossing her hands across them. “You have a near perfect circular areola”. “What is that?”, she asked. I smiled and showed with my finger, the dark circle around the nipple and said “that is called areola”.

“Take pictures, know? Why are you standing like that”

I cursed myself for being lost and picked up my camera. I had a hearty laugh. I asked her whether she wanted to cover her face with her hair. She said she wound not mind showing her face and that she trusted me that these pictures will be erased soon. I assured her and asked her to pose near the window, keeping her hand raised on the wall and turn slight sideways. Then I asked her to turn and face me. I was viewing her through the camera LCD display. I was moving side ways to get the best angle. Looking through the camera I moved closer to her.

Suddenly I stopped and said “Loba, not good”. She raised her eye brows and said “What?”.

“Your nipples are sunk inside, doesn’t give sex appeal” I finally let out my breath. “Just rub them a bit to make them stand up”, I was trying to be as casual as possible, but my breath would not conceal. “You want them like yours?” she said to my amazement. I involuntarily looked at her gaze and looked at my dick at attention. I moved my left hand to hold my dick and tried to push it down between the legs. She was smiling. This incident also had effect on her nipples. “Now these are getting up” I pointed up at them. “You need my help?” I asked mischievously.

“I know you are just waiting for my nod” she smiled invitingly. I moved a little forward and touched her nipple with the tip of my index finger. There was no violent rebuttal. Nor an open welcome. Now I tried holding her nipple with two fingers and slightly applied pressure. She bent her head backwards and raised her hands behind her neck, lifting her short hair. I moved two steps back ward and took that lovely pose. Again closed on her and took the other nipple between fingers. Now she had closed her eyes still holding her head back. I dared and bent forward and placed my lips on the left nipple. She jerked back, opened her eyes and said in a horse voice “Minster, what is going on? You are supposed to be clicking the camera not licking” There was no rebuttal but refusal. Rather an invitation in form of refusal. Still I moved back to click another shot.

“What next?” she asked. “Remove your petticoat and panties” I almost commanded.

“Now it is time, you also remove your dress” she surprised me. I instantly dropped by pyjama and was naked below. She loosened her petticoat band and it dropped to the ground. She walked out of it. She was staring at my dick still covered by long top shirt. She signaled me to remove that also. I happily removed it and stood stark naked in front of her. My disk was stretched to the maximum. Her gaze was fixed on it. “Will you not remove your panties?” I asked.

“I leave that honors to you” she smiled. I was too happy to oblige. I just went on my knees and walked to her to hold her panty elastic and put it down. Before touching it to the ground I leaned and kissed her pussy. She had clean shaven base. She shivered and leaned backwards on the wall. I moved more closer and buried my head between her legs and stretched my hands to hold her ass from behind for support. After a deep kiss on her pussy, I slowly raised myself on my feet, bend across her and gently lifted her and started carrying her to the bed. To keep balance she put her arms around my neck, leaned forward and kissed me on my cheek. “I knew you will seduce me” she whispered in my ears.

Right then her mobile started ringing. She pulled it out of her hand bag and blurted out to tell the person that she was in bus stop waiting for the bus for almost an hour now. Bus did not come at all. She asked the person not to wait for her. She will meet her tomorrow. While she was talking, I was digging my face onto her cunt and my hands were on her boobs. When she switched off the phone, she burst into laughter. I told “your bus is grounded in the Depot itself”. We both laughed heartily.

I crawled upwards on the bed, put my left arm around her head and kissed her lips. She reciprocated by placing her free right hand around my neck. With my right hand I was gently squeezing her boobs. I took a break to tell “Loba, you are very cute and sexy”. I was also jabbing her side with my tool. “I think you are sex starved to find an old woman like me sexy. When did you make love to your wife last?”. I told her “last evening, before seeing her off to her place”. She expressed surprise, moved little away from me and turned on her right to hold my dick with her left hand “this must be very active player then!” she exclaimed. We continued hugging, kissing and touching for some time. “Please hurry, I need to go and cook some thing for my son and hubby before they return from school match.” I started moving on top her, spreading her legs to make an entry. She said “Please use a condom”. I agreed. Got up from bed , went to dressing table drawer, pulled out a packet, opened the sachet and walked back to the side of the bed. I handed the rolled latex to her and told “It is your honour to put it on”. I guess she was used to this. She took it and slightly moved upwards and sat on the bed while I walked near to her to the right position. She held my dick in her left hand and bent forward to kiss it. Played for a while with the rod and the balls. Then placed the rubber on top and rolled it down the shaft. She appeared adept in it. I climbed back on the bed while she was positioning herself and spreading her thighs apart. Before coming on to her, I kissed her pussy, slightly spread its lips and put one of finger to make it ready for my penetration. She slightly grunted at this preliminaries. I then kissed her caesarian mark on the lower belly, her belly button and then to left and right boobs. I notice her fully erect nipples and moved to her lips. She was also now moving down wards with her hands stretched between our legs to reach for my man. She held it while bending little upwards, guided it to her pussy, slightly rubbing it against her clitoris, then positioning it at the opening. She nodded at me to go ahead and push. With a gently push, I was inside her. Both being seasoned players, it was not a thrilling act. But holding a new partner in my bed room and a new location and man for her were enough excitement for both of us and I am sure we were enjoying the game. A few slow movements, then a few fast movements, a pause in between to take breath, kissing continued for a while. “Would you like to ride?” I asked in between. She moved her head in negative gesture. While trying to bend and kiss her breast, I slipped out of her. She gently laughed and said “one work at a time” and guided me back. It was not long after that, a few fast moves, then a final push, putting my entire weight on her, closing her mouth with firm kiss, I was releasing my fluid into her or into condom. I guess she also got her climax. At least she was relieved, that it was over. We slept for a while together. Then she got up to go to the bathroom. I left her there , put on my shirt and pyjamas, came to kitchen, there was some food in the fridge, I kept it out for heating in the micro, gathered her things, set them and waited for her to come out. I guess she had a shower, got herself dried in bed room, came out well and neatly dressed.

I told her that there is some thing for both of us to eat and asked her to wait for a while. I went to bath room to clean myself and came out quickly. She was checking out her things. I told that I will also buy the perfume. Took the sealed spray, opened it a put a little on my shirt. She said “But it is for a lady”. “I know, but I wanted try before giving to the lady” I told and presented the spray to her. She was surprised and acknowledged. She made her final bill for the goods she had sold. I added another thousand and paid her and told “This is for the good time we had. She took the money quietly. While we ate at the dining table she quipped “what about the remaining photographs?” and smiled mischievously. I winked and said “I have the whole movie recorded here in my head and I shall not delete it so soon”. I lead her to the ground floor, hired an auto for her and paid the fare and waved her bye.

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