Traveling Saleswoman (closed)

[ALittleDevious]

"Hi, my name is Natasha. I am here to see if you are interested in some new adult items that I have for sell."

I say that line so many times in my line of work that I can't get it out of my head. As I have noted my name is Natasha, I am an Adult toy saleswoman. How did I get into this job you ask? I love sex. That is all I think about, it would consume me if I let it.

My job helps me keep my mind sane so to speak. I love the toys I sell, and am not embarrassed to let my customers know it. They stories I could tell you are endless, but for now I will share this one with you.

It was getting dark out, and my feet were getting tired. One more house then I am done, I thought to myself.

Stopping by a car parked on the street, I check my reflection. I am wearing my favorite outfit today. My red silk shirt, tucked in with the top two buttons undone, showing a little cleavage, and the black short (but not too short) and tight skirt that I couldn't afford, but it was love at first sight. I have perky breast, just the right size that a bra is not needed, and the silk feels good against my nipple anyway. I have on thigh highs, black of course, and red stilettos.

Blowing a kiss to my reflection I turn and walk up to the last house of the night. I push the doorbell and step back waiting to see if anyone is home.

 

[scribe_m]

Yes, there are some parents surnamed Smith who name their son John. I'm one of them. I grew up in the suburbs, moved into the suburbs, married in the suburbs, and raised our children there. I sent the last of our 2.4 children to college, had the house to myself and my wife, and... nothing happened. It was an awkward time with the proverbial empty nest. I reflected upon our solitude, wondering where our tumultimous early years were. Each night was filled with bland television, occasional reading, and perpetual silence. My little hellcat had become domesticated. I was hardly blameless myself. I had difficulty knowing what pleasured her, and felt embarrassed at asking her again.

Anyway. On yet another dull weekend, I and my wife were sharing the newspaper. I had finished the yardwork, and we were looking forward to... well, not much. I heard the doorbell. Hmm. Odd, who would that be. I opened the door and my eyebrows raised for the first time in years. This buxom, definitely attractive woman was at the door and said several magic words:

"Hi, my name is Natasha. I am here to see if you are interested in some new adult items that I have for sell."

I'm not exactly sure how she entered in. I must have said, "Yes".


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[ALittleDevious]

I follow John to the living room and set my case down. A nice a cozy place, oversized furniture, a fireplace to give it that warm feeling, and the scent of a candle burning somewhere. Ah such a nice place.

"Hello Mrs. Smith, my name is Natasha and I am selling adult toys. Your husband said I could show him what I have, would you like to see also?" I ask extending my hand to her.

 

[rvplymates]

Mary was sitting reading her part of the newspaper when she heard John coming back from the door. She was just about to ask who was it when a female voice startled her and she looked into the young woman's face. In her surprised mode Mary only heard a few words of what she had said. Pragmatic words tore across her mind as she tried to figure out what a stranger was doing in her home.

Mary was still a pretty woman after years of marriage and child rearing. She had a well developed tone body from exercising religiously but no one would know it by the baggy close she wore not even John. Her hair still had the blonde luster of youth but she wore it tied up close to her head, when she let it down it was midway down her back. Her eyes were a startling color of crystal blue and good care, and genetics kept her face free of wrinkles.

After the initial wild exciting introduction of sex by her husband John, years and children brought out a woman who had little interest in the act. It was enough for Mary, that John loved her and she loved him. When they did have sex she would allow it but part of her was never truly with him. At times she found it degusting but never let John know it. She gave in that was what she was all about giving in to those she loved.

Now in walked this woman with wares that she was not too sure of. Let me think she said to herself, Natasha, adult toys, do I want to see them hum. She gave John the look but he cheerfully said he would like to see them. When the woman turned to John she rolled her eyes and shook her head, neither one had seen that. She stood up to shake the woman's hand, her shapeless housedress, and two sizes bigger then what she was just fell about her. The woman asked if they could go to the kitchen and again Mary looked to John hoping he would get rid of the stranger. Of course he didn't, he smiled and began a constant stream of conversation as he led this Natasha into their kitchen.

Mary brought up the rear annoyed; disturbances of her life always had that effect on her. As they got into the kitchen Natasha began to unpack her wares, Mary's face registered shock and a great deal of color flooded her face. She would have thrown the woman out at this point but John placed his arm around her waist and insisted on looking at the stuff.

 

[ALittleDevious]

I sat my case on the table and started getting my merchandise out and setting it up. I pull a few of the lotions, creams and oils, out first, along with the catalog of all the items we have to offer.

Noticing that Mary was a little standoffish, I knew that would be the one to focus on. "We are not just selling sex toys, we have a large selection of lotions and creams for the women, along with candles and lingerie."

Picking up one of the lotions "If you don't mind trying this lotion?" I ask as I open the bottle. "It is lightly scented and moisturizes the skin without a greasy feeling." I say hoping she will take the bait and draw her in....

 

[rvplymates]

Mary looked at Natasha blankly, not wanting to touch anything that came with all what Natasha called adult toys. A squeeze at her waist made her look up at John who nodded and jerk his head toward the woman. The need to please in Mary was stronger then her own learyness and so she held out her hand and Natasha squirted some lotion in the palm of her hand. Mary worked it in to her hands. Her hands felt warm and tingly. She was surprised by the feeling and looked at John surprised but did not say a thing.

Natasha offered her more, she shook her head and held up her hand. The feelings in her hands were amazing. She didn't want the feeling all over her.

 

[ALittleDevious]

Turning to John, not wanting to leave him out. "We have lots of lotions and oils for massages, so you can treat your woman right. Not to mention lotions for both of your oral enjoyments, lubrications for better sex and of course the toys for both of your pleasure." Smiling at both of them and wanting to give them some time, I say. "I will give you a few moments to look over my merchandise and the catalog. Is there anyway I could use your restroom to freshen up?"

 

[rvplymates]

Mary did not like what the woman was saying to John one little bit, she wasn't sure what all that stuff meant but by the look on John's face he did. When the woman said she needed the rest room, Mary piped up.

"I will show you where it is Natasha"

Mary lead her into the livingroom and to the hallway beyond, she pushed on a door there and flipped on a light.

"There you go"

As the door closed, Mary raced back to the kitchen and straight up to John.

"John, we do not need any of this stuff, what are you thinking to let this salesperson show us this stuff"

 

[scribe_m]

John felt a mixture of awkwardness and piquedness. It was not too unreasonable to assume his wife did not find this subject too palatable. The safest thing was to show the saleswoman the door.

The *safest* thing. Surely, the only risk he would face would be a chiding by his beloved wife. He watched the two women, and noticed the contrast. The saleswoman wore a stylish red silk shirt and almost tight black skirt. Her clothes well-complimented her cleavage and curviture. His wife, meanwhile, wore a shapeless housedress that, well, didn't show off her shape. You know how old couples end up looking the same? He scratched his head and almost wondered what *he* looked like under his sweatshirt and sweatpants. Yes, he accompanied his wife to the gym, but, while she attended the aerobics class, he headed off to the swimming pool. She was there to combat the slowed metabolism of older age, he was there for back problems. It was ironic that the public had better knowledge of their toned and lean bodies than they themselves did. He led her by the frumpled waist as he showed Natasha to the kitchen.

He looked with interest as Natasha set out her trap. He watched as Natasha smoothed the lotion onto Mary's hand, and realized he almost never thought of using lotions during sex. He almost never used lotions at all. He raised an eyebrow to Mary's look of surprise, and was about to ask, but...

"I will show you where it is Natasha", Mary replied.

John was left with the catalogs. The catalog Natasha had left with them was subdued, showing a couple, half their age, modelling matching lingerie. He suddenly realized that he and his wife, too, matched -- they had a pair of grey sweats and white socks. He leafed through the catalog and indeed did see candles... lotions... music. It was almost as if she was selling them a gift basket for his mom. But men will be men and he certainly did notice the racier counterpart. He turned his back to block any view from the direction of the bathroom and surrepticiously flipped through it. Oh, my. Oh, my. Certainly there was no explicit sex, but somehow, what was suggested made it far more... compelling.

He heard the determined footsteps of his wife and promptly hid the naughtier catalog. Almost blushing like a schoolboy, his redness was perhaps mistaken to match what he assumed to be his wife's anger.

"John, we do not need any of this stuff," she said.

"Oh, well, it doesn't hurt to be polite," he replied. "Um, how did the lotion feel?" he asked, an unsubtle change of the subject.

He hoped the saleswoman would emerge from the bathroom showing less skin than she did when entering the house.


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[rvplymates]

"Um, how did the lotion feel?"

John's question stopped Mary dead in her tracks. Anger melted to embarrassment as she looked into her husband's eyes. Her face colored as se prepared to answer him.

"Well it is strange, John, it tingles and is very warm indeed, as a matter of fact it still feels that way"

Mary stopped abruptly from saying she could just imagine how it would feel on all of her body, in her mind, those thoughts were inappropriate even with her husband.

Her mind was racing with possibilities when she suddenly stopped them by making a comment to John.

"I wonder what is taking her so long in the bathroom"

Flustered she turned from John and craned her neck to see if there was any sign of the woman.

"I want to get this over as soon as possible"

 

[ALittleDevious]

Once in the bathroom, I let out a tired sigh. I can feel my headache in the begining stages. I stare at my reflection, wondering if I am going to get any sales from this older couple, or if it is even worth trying.

I take my clip from my hair, knowing that just taking my hair down from my head will help the headache. Shaking my head, I let my hair fall down to my waist. I comb my fingers through my hair and decide to try one more time as selling them something, anything at all from the catalog.

I put on a little more light pink lip gloss, thinking that I might as well go all out to try and win John over. I roll my skirt up at the waist to make it short, so you can see the top of my stockings. I look in the mirror and decide that I can undo more buttons on my shirt.

Smiling at my reflection I undo two more buttons. I move the shirt so you can see more cleavage, hell I thought, if I bent over the table just right I am sure he would get an eyefull!

Before I leave the bathroom, I pinch and tweak my bare nipples making them hard and straining agains the silk of my shirt. "That should do something for me." I say to myself, opening the bathroom door and heading back to the kitchen.

I put on my sexiest smile and enter the kitchen.

 

[rvplymates]

Mary who had been waiting to see the saleslady come out to the bathroom, took one look at her and looked at John. Displeasure clearly edge in her face. Mary noticed the glint in John's eyes as he looked at the saleslady and immediately Mary knew she would get no help from him getting rid of the girl.

"Well Natasha, we have looked over your wares and actually we do not need any of these things, right JOHN"

She said her husband's name to get his attention as she had enough of this whole business. It was time to get back to their safe, happy lives.

 

[scribe_m]

But John knew how Mary thought. He knew, deep down, she wanted to please him. No... she *needed* to please him. She had this desire within her. Oh, certainly, something quite absurd was out of the question, but...

Oh, whom are we kidding. John was relieved that Natasha came out of the bathroom looking much like she did before. He expected... um, hoped she didn't... come out in some lingerie or adult outfit. But Natasha was certainly not unattractive when she showed up at the door, and now, she was definitely... the word "hard" sell would be almost be appropriate, no?

Caught in the middle. "Well," distracting his wife to the softer catalog, "Mary, they do seem to carry items of a less... obvious nature. Remember how much you enjoyed ambiance? Like music and candles? And we do have my sister to shop for. She's a newlywed and I'm sure she and her new husband will appreciate a few things. Why don't we let the saleswoman show us a few things?"

OOC: Hmm... an aromatherapy / stress-relief / massage / mind suggestion kit...


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[rvplymates]

Mary soften to the memory of by gone days before the children, when John would set a romantic scene with candles, aromas and even a massage. Maybe it was time to return to those days. There romance since children had been a fast tumble between the sheets. His hands touching but his eyes not seeing.

Mary knew she had nothing to hide from his eyes, as her body was tight and tone, no sags or hanging skin. He would be pleasantly surprised. She wondered why, since the children had left, they had never returned to the romantic days before.

She looked at the catalogue and then at John, the Saleslady kind of made her want to say no way but then there was John and he seemed to want this. Mary felt that deep need in herself to please the man she loved.

"Ok John, lets choose a few things for ourselves and the gift for the wedding wishing well"

 

[ALittleDevious]

Leaning over the table I grab the "love makers massage kit" "This has everything you should need to get you started on a nice night of pleasure. It has a how to book, for both men and woman, a candle scented to set the mood, oil and lotions, plus a battery opperated massager with attachments." We also have many other things for massages.....

 

[scribe_m]

"Well, that sounds like a good start," I said, pretending to be detached. The saleswoman recommended turning down the lights and playing some soft music. She lit a sample candle, and the delicate scent of berry started wafting through the room.

We began with something simple. I was wearing a short sleeve, so Natasha had me lie down and had Mary start on my arm. She applied a lotion -- mmm... a nice tingle -- to my arm, and a lotion to Mary. I felt her soft fingers massaging and relaxing my arm. Oddly, I found this a sensual experience, and realized that, yes, I have received massages from my wife, yet nowhere so mundane as my arm. I closed my eyes and relaxed, enjoying her soft touch.


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[rvplymates]

Mary nodded as the saleslady poured more lotion into her hands. She gently put her hands on John's warm upper arm. Her hands and fingers pressed and rubbed his arm. Strangely she herself was starting to feel romantic with this action she was doing to him. She slipped her hands up his arm under the soft material of his shirt continuously kneading and smoothing the lotion into his arm. She reached his shoulder and moved her hands in a circular pattern to cover as much of his shoulder as possible under his shirt.

A soft sigh left her lips as a warmness in her belly emerged.

 

[ALittleDevious]

"Excuse me John, but I think the back massage would be better if you took of your shirt, that way I can help and between the two of us we can work over your entire back." I say as I get out the battery powered massager and set it on the table, knowing that eventually I will bring it out and show Mary how to use it.

 

[rvplymates]

Mary felt a stirring when suddenly the saleslady interupted her revelry of touching her husband. She stepped back the tingle in her hands from the lotion exciting her. She folded her hands demurly in front of her and watched as John stood up and took off his shirt.

Mary's eyes ran over John's chest and back hungerly, it had been a long time since she had seen him partially undresed. She wanted to touch him but not in front of the saleslady.

 

[scribe_m]

John felt the irony. The last time he took of his shirt was just last week, in the men's locker room. He noted that the last time a woman saw his bare naked chest was in the gym swimming pool. He couldn't actually remember the last time his wife saw his chest -- if she did, he was wearing one of his t-shirts. Natasha's presence almost made him removing his shirt just a casual affair, not unlike the gym.

As he removed his t-shirt, he smoothed down his ruffled hair. He then lay, face down, on their suburban clean rug and closed his eyes. "Honey," he said to Mary, "You can use the massager." He had heard of the 'other' uses one would have with a back massager, but he wanted his wife to touch him with one.


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[rvplymates]

Mary watched John undress, she felt a stirring within as he laid down. At his words, she looked at the saleslady and shrugged her shoulders. She did not know how to work a massager.

She kneeled down next to her husband and watched Natasha prepare the massager. She decided to massage John while she waited. She put her hands on his back and kneeded his shoulders moving down to the broad of his back. God he feels so good to me she thought.

Her hands flowed down to the small of his back and she heard a groan of contentment come from his lips. While Mary was doing all this her oversized housedressed slipped off her shoulders, a great deal of her full, firm breasts were showing.

 

[ALittleDevious]

I check the massager to make sure it is working, I change the head to the circle one with all the nubbies on it. I bring it over and hand it to Mary. "Use this however you wish, no matter what you do I am sure it will feel good to him." I say with a smile as I see just how much her housecoat has slipped.

 

[rvplymates]

Mary looked from the massager to Natasha and then to John's back. The weight of it was strange in Mary's hand and awkward to use from the side of him. She shrugged and straddled her husband at the waist. Her skirt raised showing shapely, well defined legs as she leaned forward and rubbed the so called massager on John's back.

Mary didn't see the sense of it as it just laid like a lump in her hands. Her hands had more motion then this bumpy thing that felt like dead weight in her hands. She looked at the saleslady again.

"What is the purpose of this big still thing"

Strands of Mary's hair was starting to come undone from it restraints. Some strands flowed down her back to her waist, while others caressed Johns back as she spoke to Natasha.

 

[scribe_m]

John felt the weight of Mary's lithe body on his torso. He could just feel her warmth underneath her skirt, as she massaged his back. The odd vibrations of the nubbed toy made him, at first, wince, but before he could comment, he heard Mary say she didn't feel able in its use. Mary's hair brushed against his back. "Mmmmm..." John said. Just noticing the massager, he said, "Hmm. Perhaps Natasha can show you its use." He closed his eyes and drifted off before he could hear Mary's reply.


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[ALittleDevious]

"Umm sure.' I say as I take the massager. I go and sit at John's head, looking at Mary.

" I would start up here by his neck, keeping it on low. The silicone nubbies will fell good against his back, just a light vibration." I move it lightly around in little circles.

"Now you try" I tell Mary, holding it out to her again.