I'm lying in bed mid-afternoon daydreaming trying to catch forty winks after a gruelling nightshift, almost deliriously tired but still can't seem to drift off to sleep. I feel wired, buzzed, but I can't quite put my finger on why. I try putting my finger downstairs to relieve some tension but even orgasmic release seems to be just beyond me at the moment. It's just then, with one hand down my panties and one playing with my breast that I hear a knock on the door. I know I should ignore it. That's the nightshift discipline. Ignore daytime visitors or you'll end up paying for it at the nursing station.
Nevertheless I throw on some tracksuit pants and a t-shirt and stumble downstairs. Just after the bell rings a third time my hand reached the doorknob. I open the door just as my visitor seems to be giving up and turning away. I am pleasantly surprised to see a very round firm posterior with a pair of nicely slender yet rounded legs supporting it. Legs have to be fit to support an ass like that! Even in jeans it was obvious this young girl was well put together. She turns to me and in my fatigued state it feels like she's moving in slow motion. Clutching several magazines to her ample bosom her body seems to sway for balance as she turns adding an extra toss to her head to keep her long dark hair from her face. How pretty! She is all oval faced, pixie nosed, dark eyed, olive skinned sweetness. My breath can't help but catch in my throat.
"Excuse me ma'am," she says, smiling nervously, "I hope this isn't a bad time. My name's Samantha and I'm in the neighbourhood offering subscriptions to some popular magazines and I was hoping I could spend a few minutes showing you our collection."
No sooner had she started speaking than I was grabbing her by the hand and practically dragging her inside. She finished the last part of her spiel more than a little bemused as I closed the door behind her, tempted to lock it and swallow the key. I was thinking that spending even a few minutes with this gorgeous girl would be enough to fuel my masturbatory fantasies and get me the relief I so sorely needed. If I had to buy a magazine or two at this stage I didn't really care.
"I'm Isabel, please sit down honey. Can I get you something to drink?" She accepted a glass of water and in no time we were seated together on the couch perusing the magazine set laid out on the coffee table. I took every opportunity to steal a glance down her very short jacket or when she leaned far enough forward I caught the occasional glimpse of frilly pink panties down the back of her jeans. I was so tired my inhibitions were lowered to the point of being non-existent and I took so many liberties it was a miracle she didn't catch on.
Young Samantha seemed extremely grateful for the opportunity to actually get past the door with a potential customer. Apparently her morning had been pretty slow. Not too many takers for women's fashion and gossip rags round these parts. Apparently the occasional guy had invited her in, but they weren't so much into the magazines as they were into the lovely purveyor. I felt a little guilty when she said that, emphasis on 'little'. I may not be into guys myself, but guys and I did have some proclivities in common.
"So which one would you like?" she asked after a time. I had narrowed it down to three possibilities, a trashy celebrity gossip magazine, something about homes and gardens and a sexy lingerie catalogue.
I fingered the lingerie catalogue delicately as though trying to decide. If I was going to subscribe to anything it to humor this girl I would at least get something of value to myself. But I didn't want to decide just yet. I wanted some more quality time with Samantha before she disappeared from my life to wherever she came from.
"Not sure, honey, just let me have another look for a bit, ok? If you don't mind waiting around with me, that is?" I asked smiling.
"Sure take your time, I'm enjoying myself anyway. Better than door knocking that's for sure. My supervisor wouldn't appreciate it, always telling us to hustle, but she's a bitch. Oh God did I just say that?" Samantha covered her mouth surprised at herself waiting for my reaction.
Up until this point I had been the quintessential cordial hostess, nothing blue passing my lips. I grabbed the opportunity to make a connection with Samantha and put her at ease, "Oh please, whose supervisor isn't a bitch? I've been nursing for fifteen years and head nurses are as bitchy as they come!"
Samantha giggled, visibly relaxing. Totally on impulse, I continued, "Hell I don't mind if you stay here this afternoon. I'll buy a bunch of magazines and you can tell your boss it was a slow day. She's hardly gonna fire you with a few sales under your belt." What was I thinking? I needed sleep not a an afternoon wasted on the pipe dream of imagining getting into the pants of some teenage hottie probably still in high school.
Thankfully she turned me down. "No I couldn't really. I'm supposed to reach a quota of houses and besides, I only really want people to buy a magazine if they really want it?" Is that why you wear that tight top under that jacket then, so people will look at the magazines? I thought.
"C'mon, how's she gonna find out?" What was I saying? Sleep dammit. You need sleep. "I'll fix us some drinks and we can share some girl talk." I started making my way to the kitchen.
"But the magazines," she protested feebly. "My job..."
"Oh don't worry I'll buy a few. I definitely want that one." She was holding the lingerie catalogue. "Besides, you shouldn't be working this door to door job, with your looks you should be in that magazine. Hell I'm sure any magazine would sell if you were in it!" I had my back to her when I made that last remark so I didn't see her immediate reaction. The tiredness was making me bolder than usual.
When I returned with a wine and soda for both of us I half expected her to have run away. Instead she was just where I left her, sitting pensively on the edge of the couch with her knees drawn up together, almost like she was side saddle on a horse. Without looking up at me she took the proffered drink and sipped at it absently then quickly placed it down on the table grimacing. "Alcohol! I shouldn't be drinking on the job."
"But I thought you were going to stay here with me for a bit," I countered.
