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“Hello?”
A woman’s voice responded, “Mr. Johnson?”
“Yes.”
“Mr. Bill Johnson?”
This was a telemarketer’s call. It had all of the telltale signs. He would hang up on her soon.
“Yes.”
“Hi, I’m calling on behalf of Moonlight Sales and we’d like to thank you for your recent purchase.”
“Oh! Okay.”
“We have a free gift for you.” She gushed in typical sales person fashion, “we randomly select a name each month from our most recent customer list to receive a free gift. This month your name was selected.”
“Okay.”
“Would you be willing to accept a free gift based on your most recent purchase?”
What the hell did I buy from these guys? he thought to himself, but a free gift is a free gift.
“Sure, thank you.”
“Great! You can expect your free gift shortly, and thank you for choosing Moonlight Sales. We look forward to servicing your needs in the future.”
She hung up, leaving Bill to wonder what she meant about servicing his needs. What did I buy from them?
The rap of knuckles on the door interrupted his memory search. Standing behind the door, he opened it just enough to see the intruder. A perky young woman stood with perfect makeup, including the painted on smile. Eyeing her up and down, he noticed the telltale clothing she wore, straight from the catalog of best dressed sales persons.
“Hello.”
“Hi. Are you Mr. Bill Johnson?” the woman carrying a sample case asked.
“Yes, can I help you?”
“My name is Amy and I’m representing Moonlight Sales. I have a free gift for you.”
“That was fast. I just got off the phone with someone from your office.”
“That was me. I called from the parking lot. I just wanted to make sure you were home. May I come in?”
Bill wasn’t in the mood for a guest. He was comfortably nude and really didn’t want to get dressed just so he could listen to a sales pitch and satisfy someone else’s morality.
“I’m … er … really … not. … You see, I was just about to get into the shower,” he lied.
The smile pasted on her face vanished, replaced with an anticipatory grin.
“It doesn’t bother me if it doesn’t bother you. As a matter of fact, being naked is in line with our ideal customer profile.”
“What exactly did I buy from you?” Confusion gripped Bill at both her physical reaction and her verbal response. The question mark on his face must have been apparent because the smile she wore turned into something much more sexual as she shifted her weight to one foot, thrusting her hip to the opposite side.
“You subscribed to our book of the month club, and promised to write a review on each book we send you.”
A memory of an erotic book club he joined last month found its way into Bill’s mind. She couldn’t be referring to that, could she? That was the only book club he remembered joining.
“Can I come in and give you your free gift?” she asked again.
Young, attractive women didn’t ask to come into his home whether he was clothed or not. He shouldn’t pass up this opportunity.
“You sure you don’t mind?” he asked, referring to his nudity; he didn’t mention his somewhat excited state.
“It’s something I look forward to whenever I see customers,” she said with that sexy grin beaming at him.
Maybe he imagined that sexy grin, but he knew he had afyon escort to let this woman in.
“Come on in,” he said, opening the door and exposing his unclothed state to her.
The petite young woman stepped in wearing the broad smile so many sales people wore. The smile abruptly turned to something closer to awe as she lowered her head and looked at his naked erection.
“You don’t know how long it’s been since someone welcomed me into their home naked.”
The awe may have been his wishful thinking. Her expression was more like a pleasant surprise. Whatever her emotion, her expression was enough to arouse any male.
Not averting her eyes, she added, “I’m so glad you were selected this month. You are obviously the type of client we want to please.” She looked up to his face, “Do you mind if I ask you some questions regarding your tastes in erotica? There will be a small gift for your time.”
“Sure, I mean, I don’t mind. Come on in and have a seat. Make yourself at home. Would you like something to drink?”
“Water will be fine, thank you. I hope I didn’t interrupt something. I noticed your erection.”
“No, you didn’t interrupt,” Bill stammered, suddenly self-conscious of his state. He hurried off to the kitchen to fulfill her request, thankful for the opportunity to get his mind and body under control.
The not quite plush carpet was almost soft under his bare feet; at least it was clean, having just been vacuumed yesterday. Neither of these facts registered in Bill’s mind as he reached for a glass.
Sounds of clothes rustling caught his ear over the noise of the filtered water splashing in the glass.
Several deep breaths later he returned, noticing she had taken off her shoes and now rested on the couch with her jacket removed and folded neatly beside her. Her legs were now crossed, forcing the already short skirt to bunch further up her thighs. She sat back with her arms extended across the back of the couch the way a man would. This pose caused her white blouse to stretch provocatively across her breasts. His cock jerked upwards.
He stood there staring at her exposed thighs and the straining buttons of her blouse. Bill’s hypnotic trance broke when she said. “Pardon me for staring. I enjoy the view so much. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Staring? No, I don’t mind.” Forcing his eyes to her face, he handed her the glass of water, standing far too close to control his excited state. “I have some wine if you prefer.”
“I’m really not allowed to drink when I’m working, but thanks for asking.”
Bill seated himself in the chair opposite her and looked again at her exposed flesh, searching for any hint of panty.
She leaned forward and, opening her satchel, pulled out a magazine. “Your first free gift is this month’s issue of ‘Midnight Fantasy’, our monthly publication, and a copy of our catalog. I hope you find many things you’ll enjoy in it.”
She had uncrossed her legs when she reached down to retrieve the two publications and now sat straight. Her skirt had risen further and, it must have been his imagination, but he swore her legs were spread a little. He leaned in closer to her using the excuse to take the magazines, while staring quite openly between her thighs. Shaking himself back from his obsessive gaze, he looked up to her face.
She aydın escort had the same dazed look he had shown and her attention focused between his legs. His erection throbbed upward. He touched the magazines she held out, and her eyes returned to his face.
Her face took on a rosy glow as she apologized for staring once more.
“I don’t mind,” he said. “I actually enjoy it. No woman has ever stared at me before.”
“The common wisdom is that men are the only ones who are visually stimulated, but the truth is that sixty percent of women also are.”
Absently nodding, his attention again diverted to her breasts.
“Do you mind if I ask you a few questions about what turns you on?”
He answered, but had no idea what he said; his attention was focused elsewhere. She proceeded to ask a series of questions about sexual activities and situations: girl-on-girl, boy-on-girl, boy-on-boy, bondage, S&M, group sex, outdoors, indoors, and on and on.
His gaze never found her face as he answered these questions.
She finally caught his attention by asking him to describe an erotic scene for her. His mind searched its memory for scraps of scenes he’d seen or read to tell her about. Once an idea formed, he refocused on her, ready to relay some of what he remembered, but stopped short when he spotted her again staring at his cock. He sprang to attention just like an actor who just noticed he had an audience.
Bill described several erotic scenes to her, noting her rapidly hardening nipples. Suddenly all memories of what he’d seen or read before vanished as he started to describe breasts and nipples, seeing them, playing with them, sucking on them, and rubbing his cock on them.
Somehow, and he didn’t understand how, since he’d been watching closely the entire time, one of the buttons of her blouse was now open.
She leaned back against the couch, repeating the move that allowed her breasts to reach high, then asked if he might be interested in some lingerie for his girl friend.
“We have a selection of very sexy underwear.”
“I’m not seeing anyone at the moment,” he replied as nonchalantly as possible.
“Would you like to see what we offer for future reference?” Amy smiled back as her hands reached for the buttons of her blouse.
He sat there dumbfounded watching as each button was loosened, exposing a skimpy black lace bra barely covering her nipples.
She leaned forward, allowing the bra to gap slightly as she removed the blouse and set it on top of her jacket.
“What do you think?” she asked, thrusting her chest out.
Words escaped him for several minutes as he stared. When he finally looked up to her face, he saw a smile.
“You like?”
“Yes,” a stammering voice answered. “Do you have the matching panties?”
She stood, still smiling at him, as she removed her skirt. She turned, folded the skirt neatly, and laid it with the rest of her clothing. Her butt, covered in nothing but a string, was less than a foot from his face.
She turned, picking up the catalog and flipping to the page that displayed what she now wore. She handed it to him. “It also comes in red and white.”
Bill convinced himself that if he bought these, she would take them off and give them to him, so he handed her his credit card.
The ağrı escort smile on her face widened as she took the card. Bill would have noticed the shift in her expression to that of a salesperson’s if the blood in his body hadn’t rushed to his lower parts.
Amy noticed and interrupted her writing to take a jar of cream from her bag. “This is one of our most popular products. Would you like to try some?” She stared openly at his erection while removing the lid. “Our male customers love it,” she added.
Bill took a dab of the cream and applied it to his swollen member, watching her expression. She seemed to enjoy his manipulations.
“I’ll add a jar of this to your order. You might like this also,” she added, pulling another jar from her case.
Amy, in full-on sales mode now, knew exactly what to do to keep Bill buying whatever she showed him.
“This is our nipple rouge and I think you’ll like it.” She pulled one cup of her bra to the side and started massaging the rouge onto her erect nipple. Once satisfied, she repositioned the bra over her nipple.
“Doesn’t that look better?” she asked, pushing one breast towards his face, then the other.
The nipple rouge was added to his growing order. This continued for the next half hour until she asked for a refill of her water.
Bill got up in a daze to refill the water glass as Amy started to get dressed. He returned to find her slipping into her jacket.
“Thank you so much for spending time with me today. I’m sure you’ll enjoy the products you bought.”
Amy was now fully dressed, shaking Bill’s hand and saying something about what a pleasure it had been to meet him.
“I’d like you to have this DVD as a free gift for allowing me to interview you.” She opened the door and stepped into the hallway of the apartment complex.
Looking over Amy’s shoulder, Bill noticed his neighbor’s door was also opening and a young man dressed in a salesman’s suit entered the hallway.
They both turned at the same time to face each other.
“Amy?”
“John? I didn’t expect you see you here.”
“I just finished up. You want to get some coffee?”
“That sounds great.”
They walked together towards the stairway. Bill glanced over at the still open door across the hallway to see a mirror image of his emotional state, disbelief and confusion. His neighbor held a DVD in her hand as she glanced over at him. She wasn’t being too careful with the door and he could see that she was also naked.
He held up the DVD in his hand towards her, his face displaying confusion. His door also was more open than it should have been. She looked at him and held up her DVD with the same expression.
“You too?” she asked.
“Yeah, what was that?”
“A great sales approach,” she said. “How much did you spend?”
“Two hundred dollars. You?”
“One seventy-five.”
“You want a glass of wine?”
“I need one after that,” she responded. Then looking down at herself, she tucked her body back behind the door. “I’m not really dressed for that, though, and by the looks of it, neither are you.”
The grin on her face was contagious and the two of them laughed at the experience they’d each gone through.
“After what happened to both of us, I’m game if you are,” he smiled back at her. His cock started to rise again and he slid his body back behind the door, but not soon enough for her not to notice.
“Just a second,” she said, and then vanished, only to appear a moment later, clothed only in a throw blanket. Apartment keys in her hand and anticipation on her face, she stepped towards his door.
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