When the doorbell rang Laura Carpenter had just finished drying her hair after a shower. Throwing on a thin robe, she peeked out from behind the living room curtains. As her eyes focused on the woman at the door, she involuntarily caught her breath. This was certainly one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen. Her outfit was very businessï·like, right down to the leather attachĂ© case. Although Laura suspected she was selling something, she decided to answer the door anyway. With her husband out of town on a business trip, Laura found it rather lonely around the house and welcomed the interruption. And she couldnât help feeling that she wanted to see more of this woman.
âYes?â she asked through the door.
âHello. Iâm your Aevon representative,â the woman answered.
Laura thought, âSelling something, of course.â
Opening the door, Laura took in the lovely view from top to bottom in a glance. The slim woman was about her own age, late twenties, with long dark hair and strikingly blue eyes. She was wearing a tasteful outfit consisting of an expensive gray wool suit over a cream colored silk blouse. Her jewelry consisted of a strand of pearls and pearl earrings. The skirt came to just above the knees and her shapely legs were encased in gray stockings. And yet there was an irresistible aura of sensuality, even sexuality, about this woman - not surprising in a cosmetics sales person. This impression was enhanced by her gray suede shoes, which were four-inch spiked heels, and her makeï·up, which was more suited to a model than to a businesswoman.
"Good afternoon,â she said.
"Hello,â Laura replied. Was there a tremble in her voice?
Laura noted a mild tingling sensation in her lower stomach, which surprised her. The pretty blonde was married, and had never thought of another woman sexually in all her twentyï·eight years. The thought was driven from the edge of her consciousness when the woman spoke again.
"My name is Sheryl. I'm your Aevon representative. Did I come at a bad time?" she said, glancing at Laura's robe.
"Nï·no. Hmm, c'mon in."
Laura couldn't believe she was saying this. She usually gave door-to-door sales people the brushï·off. But she was charmed by the beauty of this woman, and didn't want her to go.
"Please, sit down,â she said, gesturing toward a chair. She sat on the couch and drew her robe about her. Just having the woman in her living room was giving her a thrill. In fact, Laura herself was pretty enough to get plenty of looks on the street. She had a beautiful figure, and at the beach in a bikini she looked like a swimwear model. So why was she so excited by this lovely creature?
"I have some wonderful new products I'd like to show you if you have a few minutes,â Sheryl said.
Feeling tongueï·tied, Laura managed to say, "Sure, go ahead.â
There was something about Sheryl that made her feel submissive. She just wanted to put herself in the woman's control. She briefly thought, "This is going to cost me!"
Opening the sample case Sheryl displayed a colorful array of bottles and containers of all shapes and sizes. For twenty minutes she suggested colors, recommended eye makeï·up, showed lipsticks. Laura hardly heard what she was saying. She could not stop staring at the woman - her face, her body, and the swell of her breasts straining at the silk blouse. Her skirt was slit up the side for comfort, and her thigh riveted Laura's gaze. Laura just nodded and bought everything the woman suggested.
Her trance was interrupted when Sheryl said,
"Would you like me to make you up? I'm really pretty good, and you can see how all this works together."
"Yes...yes, I'd love it"
They went into the bedroom, where Laura had a dressing table and mirror. She sat in the chair while Sheryl took off her jacket and arranged all the cosmetics on the table.
"You really have lovely skin," Sheryl said as she touched Laura on the cheek, âand you have such a pretty rosy color in your cheeks.â
Laura thought the woman must certainly be able to hear her heart beat. It felt like it would burst from her chest.
Sheryl began to gently stroke the cosmetics onto Lauraâs face: creams, powders, eyeliner, shadows, mascara, rouge, lipstick. The feathery touches on her face, her cheeks, her lips, were arousing Laura and causing her pussy to cream like mad. By the time Sheryl finished, Laura was a quivering wreck. Her breathing was rapid, her knees were weak, and when she shifted her bottom on the seat she realized she was soaking wet.
"Oh my God," she thought, "it must have soaked through the dressing gown. If I get up she'll see the wetness on the seat. What will I do?"
Laura looked in the mirror and for an instant did not recognize the beautiful face that looked back. She knew she was attractive, but she rarely wore makeup, and then only lipstick. She looked so...so...sexual. Yes that was the word, sexual. She noticed that Sheryl had put false eyelashes on her without her even being aware. The rouge, the wetï·looking lips, and especially the eye makeup, made her look like a sexy model.
"Now for some perfume, dear"
Sheryl tipped the little bottle against her finger and touched Laura ever so gently behind the ear. It sent shivers up Laura's spine, and she felt a large dollop of pussy cream leak out to augment the growing puddle between her legs. During the make up session her dressing gown had fallen open, but she hadn't paid attention. The swells of her generous breasts were uncovered; only the edges of the dressing gown covered her stiff nipples. Sheryl tipped some more of the sensual perfume onto her fingertip, and Laura knew where she was going to put it. Like a bird being stalked by a cat, she couldn't breathe. It seemed Sheryl was moving in slow motion. Slowly...slowly, her slender hand moved inexorably toward Laura's breasts. Laura, not breathing, could see the glistening drop of scent on the fingertip. She could smell the heady aroma of expensive perfume and her own aroused, wet pussy. When Sheryl's finger contacted the skin between her breasts, Laura felt an electric shock, and suddenly breathed in sharply. Sheryl was not moving her hand! The beautiful cosmetics salesgirl just kept her hand between Laura's breasts, her fingertips lightly touching the feverish, soft skin.
Laura looked up to see Sheryl's perfect face looking down at her. Her lips were parted, the tip of her delicate pink tongue slowly licked her full red lips. Bending over, Sheryl drew her face closer to Laura's. Laura waited, her lips parted. Sheryl was so close Laura could smell her scent. Their faces were only inches apart. Sheryl's lips brushed Laura's with a feather touch. Lipstick slid on lipstick. She held the touch, their sweet female breaths mingling. Sheryl pressed her lips against Laura's, Laura pressed back. The tip of Sheryl's hot tongue gently slid between Laura's lips, touching Laura's wet tongue and sliding along to probe the depths of her mouth. Their tongues rubbed together, exploring each other's mouths. Sweet feminine saliva ran from one hot mouth to the other. Sheryl moved her hand to cup Laura's breast. She fondled the firm flesh, rubbing her thumb over the hard pink nipple.
Her heart beating wildly, Sheryl broke the kiss. Her lips were wet, and a trickle of their mixed saliva dripped from her full lower lip. She unbuttoned her blouse, never taking her eyes from Laura's. She unhooked her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Laura was surprised to see that rather than pantyhose, Sheryl was wearing a red lace garter belt attached to long gray silk stockings. The red lace panties that she wore showed a dark wet stain in the crotch. Her bra was matching red lace, cut low to reveal generous cleavage.
Statuesque in her high heels, she stepped closer to the still seated Laura. Her hips were at the level of Laura's face. The heartï·stopping aroma of her heated pussy drifted to Laura's nostrils. Sheryl stopped with the wet crotch of her panties just inches from Laura's face. Involuntarily Laura's tongue slid out to lick her lips. Sheryl stroked Laura's long blonde hair, waiting. As if hypnotized by the wet panties, the young wife moved slowly toward the spot. The tip of her little nose was less than a quarter of an inch from the wet silk. Her nose brushed the moisture, and she inhaled deeply. The smell of hot pussy was making her drunk. She gingerly stuck out her tongue and licked at the moisture. Sheryl just held still, allowing her to move at her own pace. The mesmerized housewife licked harder, and harder still. Now thoroughly caught up in it, Laura licked and kissed the fabric like a starving woman. She tried to suck the juice out of the panties. Sheryl put her hand on Lauraâs forehead and pushed her gently away.
âWhoa, baby. Take it easy. Weâve got lots of time,â cautioned the experienced seductress. âDo you want to taste my pussy, darling?â
âYes, oh yes! Please, I want to so bad!â whined the conquered housewife.
Laura rubbed her hands over her big firm tits, squeezing them hard and pinching the nipples until they were stiff and swollen. Sheryl moved back and gracefully stepped out of her soiled panties, and Laura saw that her pubic hair was completely shaved off. The beautiful brunette's pussy was absolutely bare.
"Oh, my! You've shaved your pussy!" she said excitedly.