(I based this story on a thread Sim8425 and I wrote for a CHYOO.com story called βA Highschool Fantasy.β)
"You head off to work. I'll be fine," Dan told his stepmother, Christine, acting as ill as possible. His erection was still raging. He faked a harsh cough to add to the illusion of being sick. She was buying every minute of his deceit.
Dan had been masturbating before heading off to high school, and his step-mom had interrupted him. He had barely managed to throw the covers over his groin. He was, however, a little sweaty and overheated from his exertions on his cock, and there was no way to hide that. Fortunately, she had suggested that he might be sick and should stay home from school. Since it was spring of his senior year and he was eighteen, he jumped at the chance to stay home alone all day. He just needed to convince her that she did not need to stay home to take care of him.
"Yeah, why am I worrying so much? You can take care of yourself," she said with soft eyes, gently smiling. She hugged him, incidentally pressing her warm breasts against his body. He could smell the heady aroma of her perfume. Dan's stepmother was very good-looking, only ten years older than he was. She kept fit in the company health center at lunch, so her body was well toned, accentuating her full breasts. Her face was usually smiling. His mom had died when he was young, and his dad had remarried a younger woman a few years later. When his dad ended up in jail for tax evasion, Christine had gotten full custody.
Sadly, the hug ended as she straightened up and softly kissed him on the forehead. Dan watched her round ass sway sexily, as she walked out of his room. "Damn, she is fine," he quietly whispered to himself.
"Bye," he heard her yell from the front door.
"Yes!β he said to himself, pumping his fist. βNow I have the day to do whatever I want." There were so many things that he had in mind. First, he wanted to take care of his little problem and release some stress. He eagerly trailed his hand down to his large erection, grabbing and slowly rubbing himself. After a few minutes attention and a fantasy of his step-mom, he was getting very close to spraying his load. The door chime rang out sharply, ruining his concentration. Damn that doorbell, he thought to himself angrily. Stupid fucking thing. He quickly and clumsily got dressed, and he rushed to the door.
He unlocked the door, and, when he opened it, he saw an attractive woman standing there in a tight red t-shirt and short black leather skirt, carrying a small suitcase.
"Hi, I was wondering if you would like to purchase some of these fabulous kitchen utensils. They can spice up anyone's cooking life," the sales woman quickly blurted out, sounding a little rushed and unpracticed.
"Um," he said, unable to speak, as he was still putting together what she had said so fast. "I don't think so," he responded, once his brain caught up to his ears.
She eyed him with disappointment. Dan looked her over briefly; she was certainly attractive. She was medium height, maybe six inches shorter than he was. Other than the red t-shirt and leather skirt, she wore a matching pair of black, leather boots. She had a cute face with big blue eyes and full red lips. Her sandy brown hair fell just to her shoulders. Her grapefruit-sized breasts stretched her shirt a bit. He liked the look of her.
"Could I at least give you a presentation?" she begged him. Her expression was pleading for his acceptance of her offer. How could he turn down a beautiful woman?
"Yeah sure," he said, even though the decision of buying her crap was not even his to make.
"Thank you," she said, sighing in relief. She still seemed very worried, though.
He let her inside, shut the door behind her, and motioned her over to the couch. She opened up her suitcase on the coffee table and explained what each utensil did and how it was better than the average. After fifteen minutes, he was starting to regret his decision to let her in, because she was wasting his free day off. At least she was good-looking, and Dan entertained himself by staring at her tits and imagining what he wanted to do to her. Damn, wouldn't it be great to play with those marvelous knockers? he thought. He also noticed that her nipples were poking through the soft, red material of her shirt. Does she wear a bra? he pondered.
Half an hour went by. It seemed she had tried every trick in the book to get him to buy. He refused her deals each time. Damn, this woman is persistent, he thought to himself. Will she ever give up?