The Saleswoman Couldn’t Take Her Eyes Off Me

It was close to seven in the evening when I got home, weighed down with grocery bags. I left them in the kitchen, with no desire to put anything away, and went straight into the bathroom. I needed to wash the day off me.

I removed my makeup slowly, in front of the large mirror over the sink, and when I finished, I stood there for a moment looking at myself naked. I wasn’t ashamed to admit that I liked what I saw. My body was firm for my age, my legs shapely, my hips just right, and I had tits that had always attracted attention—round, with pink nipples that grew hard at the slightest touch. My blond hair fell to my shoulders, and my green eyes returned my gaze in the reflection. Almost without thinking, I ran my hand between my legs, feeling my shaved pussy, and felt that it was already somewhat wet from looking at myself for so long.

The doorbell pulled me out of my contemplation.

Ever since I’d started living alone, I didn’t expect visitors at that hour. I thought it might be a delivery person at the wrong address or, worse, someone trying to sell me something. Even so, curiosity got the better of me. I threw a thin robe over myself without bothering to tie it properly and went to open the door.

It was a young woman, around twenty-four. Tall and slender, wearing a navy-blue jacket and skirt suit. She had thin-rimmed glasses that gave her an air somewhere between shy and studious, like a student who’d just come out of the library.

“Good evening,” she said with a nervous smile. “My name is Lucía, and I’m here to offer you a tariff that will lower your electricity bill.”

My first impulse was to tell her I wasn’t interested and close the door. But there was something about her—the way she pressed her folder against her chest—that made me change my mind.

“Come in,” I said, stepping aside to let her through.

I led her to the living room and invited her to sit at the table. Instead of sitting across from her, I pulled up a chair and sat beside her. Lucía took some papers from her folder and began explaining her offer in a dutiful voice.

“Sorry, you haven’t told me your name,” she suddenly remarked, looking up.

“Marta,” I replied with a smile.

“Marta, how much do you pay for electricity each month?”

“It depends. Around sixty euros. It seems outrageous for how little I have plugged in.”

“That’s a lot,” she said, growing more animated. “With us, you’d pay half that.”

Lucía began listing the virtues of her company, the sort that surely concealed fine print somewhere. I tried to follow along, but I was more distracted by looking at her than listening to the figures. And then I noticed that I wasn’t the only one getting distracted.

My robe didn’t close all the way. It exposed a good part of my cleavage, and no matter how hard Lucía tried, she couldn’t keep her eyes on her papers. Every so often her gaze drifted downward, she stammered, and she got whatever she was saying wrong.

“I’m sorry, Marta,” she said, her cheeks flushed. “I meant four percent, not four hundred.”

“I thought as much,” I replied, amused.

I could tell she was becoming more and more restless. She shifted in her chair, brushed a lock of hair away from her face, and started her sentence over.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me today,” she murmured, almost to herself.

“It’s all right. You must have had a long day.”

I liked the effect I was having on her far too much. So much that I decided to play a little more. Without her noticing, I loosened the belt of my robe and parted the two sides just slightly. My cleavage opened another inch, revealing almost one of my tits in its entirety and a strip of thigh. Lucía swallowed and lost her train of thought completely.

“Could you repeat the part about the nighttime tariff?” I asked with feigned innocence. “I didn’t quite understand it.”

“Of course,” she replied. “It’s just that if you turn on an appliance after…”

“I can’t see that chart very well from here,” I interrupted. “Would you mind if I moved closer?”

“No, no… not at all.”

I leaned over the table until one of my tits was almost level with her face. Lucía was inches from me, and through the open robe I could see her taking me in completely, my nipple showing and already hard. Her forehead glistened with sweat. It was obvious how hard she was trying not to throw herself at me.

“The eight percent,” I said, slowly pulling back. “I can see it clearly now.”

I returned to my seat, leaving her at a loss for words. She babbled, unable to form a complete sentence.

“You were saying it’s eight percent less, right?” I pressed, as though nothing had happened.

“Yes… that’s right. Eight percent less with our tariff.”

I smiled at her while she tried to rearrange her papers. Then, with all the calm in the world, I finished undoing the belt. My robe fell completely open, my tits exposed and my shaved pussy almost in full view.

“Oh dear, my belt broke!” I exclaimed, standing up and stopping directly in front of her. “I’m going to get another robe.”

“Well…” was all she managed to say.

She couldn’t take her eyes off me, even though she pretended to return to her papers. I stood still, letting her look.

“Besides, we’re two adult women,” I added. “I don’t think I have anything you haven’t seen before. Go on with your explanation.”

“The eight hundred… I mean, the eight, not eighteen…” Lucía was no longer capable of articulating anything coherent.

“Am I making you nervous, Lucía?” I asked in a low voice.

She didn’t answer. But her reaction wasn’t what I expected. She abruptly took off her glasses, stood up, and lunged at me. She shoved me against the armchair, and I fell back into it, completely caught off guard. Before I could react, she was already on top of me, kissing my neck and squeezing my tits with both hands.

Now I was the surprised one. That shy girl with glasses, whom I’d been enjoying provoking, had transformed completely.

I tried to say something, but she sealed my mouth with hers. Her tongue forced its way between my lips while her hands roamed over my body without asking permission. We kissed with an intensity that left me almost breathless. When we finally parted, she was already moving back down toward my neck.

“Wait a moment,” I asked her.

“I’m not going to stop until I eat your pussy whole,” she replied against my skin.

Once again, she caught me off guard. Who would have guessed it, with that look of someone who’d never done anything wrong?

“I just want us to go to my bedroom,” I clarified. “We’ll be much more comfortable.”

Lucía smiled, sat up, and held out her hand to help me up from the sofa. Holding hands, we walked down the hallway to the bedroom.

***

There she pushed me down again, this time onto the bed. I lay there looking up at her while she undressed unhurriedly. She took off her jacket, blouse, and skirt, until she was left in a pink bra and panties that contrasted with the formal image she’d presented a little while earlier. I watched the fabric of her panties cling to her pussy, outlining a dark patch of wetness in the center. She was just as horny as I was.

She climbed onto the bed and settled herself over me. We kissed again, more slowly this time, and as we did, I unfastened her bra and pulled it aside so that her tits brushed against mine. Our nipples grazed and crossed, growing harder with every movement. Our tongues sought each other again while both our hands traveled over every inch of each other.

Lucía was going to keep her promise. She gently nipped my earlobe, then my neck, and moved down to my tits. When she reached them, she began licking them with a delicacy that raised gooseflesh on my skin, then sucked them hungrily, taking my entire nipple into her mouth and tugging it with her teeth.

“I’ve never sucked such delicious tits, Marta.”

“They’re yours, baby. Suck them all you want.”

Her tongue traced circles while her fingers played with my nipples, pinching and twisting them right to the edge of pain. Every time she squeezed, I felt a jolt between my legs, and I could feel my pussy growing wetter and wetter. I sat up a little to reach hers, smaller than mine but just as beautiful, with dark, highly erect nipples. I took one in my hand and licked it, first all over, then just the tip, which hardened at once in my mouth. She let out a hoarse moan and pressed my head against her chest. I did the same to the other while one of her hands traveled down my thigh.

Her fingers slowly moved up to my pussy, already drenched, and traveled over it from bottom to top. She ran them between my wet lips, played with my clitoris, turning it beneath her fingertip, and thrust two fingers into me all at once. A shudder ran through my entire body, and I couldn’t hold back a long moan.

“You’re dripping, Marta,” she whispered with her mouth against my ear. “All wet for me.”

“Don’t stop, Lucía. Keep fucking me with your fingers like that.”

She obeyed. She began fingering me, thrusting in and out with a rhythm that made me arch my back. Her fingers were long; she curled them inside me and struck exactly the spot that made me clench my ass against the mattress. At the same time, she rubbed my clitoris with her thumb without stopping, and I could feel that in a matter of minutes I was going to come whether I wanted to or not.

“Wait,” I asked, panting. “I want to taste you too.”

I pulled her pink panties down her legs and tossed them onto the floor. Her pussy was exposed, barely covered by a trimmed strip of dark hair, her lips swollen and glistening with wetness. My mouth watered.

It was clear that Lucía knew exactly what she was doing with another woman. Every movement was measured, every caress landing exactly where it needed to.

Then she turned over on the bed and placed her pussy over my mouth while mine rested over hers. I gripped her hips and began licking her as she licked me at the same time. I ran my tongue between her lips, from bottom to top, savoring the juices already running down her thighs, then stopped at her clitoris and sucked it until she trembled. She did the same to me, with a quick, expert tongue that plunged into my pussy and came out to circle my clitoris.

“You taste so fucking good,” she murmured against my pussy before going back to sucking.

Every time her tongue touched my lips, a wave of pleasure swept through my body, and she felt the same with me. I pushed my tongue as deep inside her as I could and moved it around, and she answered by inserting two fingers in me while she kept licking. Sometimes I had to stop to moan, to tremble, and the same thing happened to her, her hands squeezing my ass as she rubbed my wet pussy against her face.

It was a strange and wonderful sensation, giving and receiving at the same time, without knowing which of us was setting the pace. Our bodies moved as if they were one, twisting over sheets soaked with sweat and juices. I lost all sense of time. All I wanted was for it never to end—for me to keep her pussy in my mouth and mine in hers until we collapsed, exhausted.

But it ended, and the climax was even better. The pleasure kept building, making me squeeze my thighs against her face and bite my lip so I wouldn’t scream too loudly, until an enormous wave flooded me all at once. I dug my fingers into her ass, plunged my tongue into her one more time, and screamed with all my strength as I came in her mouth. I felt her swallow, felt her keep sucking while my whole body trembled. She came almost at the same time, crushing her pussy against my face and coming over my tongue with a long moan, clutching my tits as though she needed something to hold on to.

Then came the calm. We lay there exhausted, our bodies limp, our mouths and chins wet with each other’s pussy, our breathing ragged. Lucía turned over, lay down beside me, hugged me, and for a long while we kissed without saying anything, tasting each other on our own lips.

“You’re wonderful,” I whispered, brushing my lips against hers.

“You are too, Marta. And you have a beautiful pussy. I’ve never tasted one so delicious.”

We kissed again. I loved feeling her skin pressed against mine, her tits against mine, and one of her legs between mine, still wet.

“I’d stay all night fucking you,” she said sadly, “but I have to go.”

She got up and began dressing while I watched her, spellbound, from the bed, my legs still spread and my pussy throbbing. When she finished buttoning her blouse, she turned toward me.

“One last thing, darling,” she remarked, picking up her folder. “I assume you’ll switch to our company, right?”

“I’m still not entirely sure,” I replied very seriously.

“You’re not sure?”

“No. I need you to clear up many more questions for me. So I’ll expect you tomorrow, at the same time, so you can explain them to me properly.”

Lucía smiled, approached the bed, and kissed me one more time, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth, before leaving.