The Saleswoman Who Came to My Door That Afternoon

It was almost seven in the evening when I got back from the grocery store. I left the bags in the kitchen, kicked off my shoes, and stepped into the shower without hurrying, as I always do on the days when I have the house to myself. Then I planted myself in front of the bedroom mirror to take off my makeup, naked, with my still-damp hair falling over my shoulders.

I like looking at myself. Not out of vanity, or not only for that. I like checking that time has been kind to me. Firm legs, just the right hips, big tits that still hold up well, with pink nipples that still perk up when the cool air brushes them. My shoulder-length blonde hair, the green eyes my husband used to say looked like two olives when I got angry. Of him there’s nothing left in this house except silence, and silence, sometimes, is enjoyable too. I ran my hand over my freshly shaved pussy, checking how smooth it was, and a smile slipped out of me. For weeks no one but me had taken care of this cunt, and I was starting to miss another mouth, other fingers.

I was wiping the cotton pad over my eyelids when the doorbell rang.

I live alone and wasn’t expecting anyone. Probably a salesperson, I thought, ready not to open up. But curiosity won out. I threw a thin robe over myself, tied it any old way, and went to the door barefoot, leaving wet footprints on the parquet.

It was a young woman, no more than twenty-five. Tall, slim, in a navy skirt suit that looked brand new. Thin-framed glasses gave her a shy, intelligent air, and she held a folder tight against her chest as if it were a shield.

“Good afternoon,” she said, reciting the line by heart. “My name is Daniela and I’m here to offer you a discount on your electricity bill.”

My first instinct was to tell her I wasn’t interested and shut the door. I had it on the tip of my tongue. But something in the way she looked at me, or in the way she averted her eyes as soon as she realized I was wearing a robe, made me change my mind.

“Come in,” I told her. “It’s chilly out here in the hallway.”

I took her to the living room. I pointed to a chair by the table and sat down beside her, not opposite, close enough to notice the discreet perfume she was wearing. Daniela opened the folder and started pulling out flyers with colorful graphs.

“Well,” I said, cutting her off before she could get going, “you haven’t even let me tell you my name yet.”

“Sorry,” she laughed nervously. “What’s your name?”

“Carmen. And call me tu, since I’m not that old.”

“Carmen,” she repeated, as if checking the name fit me. “How much do you pay a month for electricity, Carmen?”

“About sixty euros. A ridiculous amount, considering how little I have plugged in.”

“That’s way too much,” she said, brightening. “With us you’d pay half.”

***

She started telling me about all the wonders of her company. I nodded and listened only half-attentively, because something else had distracted me. Daniela was getting nervous, and not in the normal way for someone selling door to door. Every so often her eyes would drop to the gap in my robe and then shoot back up in a hurry, like a child caught stealing from the fruit bowl.

I didn’t take long to understand. When I sat down, my robe had opened and left most of my cleavage on show. She kept trying to look at the brochures, at my face, at the wall, at anything except what she really wanted to look at. And she kept failing.

“Sorry,” she said, tripping over her own words. “I meant a four percent, not four hundred.”

“I figured as much, Daniela.”

Her cheeks flushed.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me today,” she muttered.

“Nothing’s wrong. You’ve probably had a long day.”

I liked the effect I was having on her. More than I was willing to admit. It had been a long time since I’d felt that kind of power, the power of rattling someone just by sitting still, and I decided I was in no hurry for her to leave.

As if by accident, I brought my hand to the robe belt and loosened it a little. I parted the two lapels by just a few inches. Just enough to widen the neckline, enough for the curve of a thigh to show through. The change in Daniela was immediate. She swallowed, lost the thread of the sentence, and had to search for it in the leaflet.

“Can you repeat the night-rate part for me?” I asked in an innocent voice. “I didn’t catch it properly.”

“Of course,” she said. “It’s just that if you run an appliance after…”

“I can’t see that graph very well,” I cut in, leaning toward her. “Would you mind if I get closer?”

“No, no, of course not.”

I leaned slowly over the table, pretending to study the page. One of my tits ended up at her face level, separated from her lips by the robe’s thin fabric and nothing else. The nipple, already hard from the game, pushed against the silk. Daniela froze. I could hear her breathing, short and fast, and I felt the heat coming off her skin. She was holding herself back with all her strength, her hands tense on the folder.

“Eight percent,” I said, straightening suddenly. “I’ve seen it now.”

I moved my tit away from her face and she blinked, disoriented, like someone coming up from underwater.

“It’s eight percent less, right?”

“Yes…” she stammered. “Yes, eight percent less with our rate.”

***

I smiled at her and let her go back to her papers. While she tried to reorder her thoughts, I finished unfastening the belt all the way, as if without noticing. The robe fell open completely. My tits were bare and my shaved cunt was on display, already shining from how wet that little game had made me.

“Oops, my belt came undone!” I said, standing up. “I’m going to get another robe.”

“Well…” That was all she managed to get out.

I didn’t move toward the bedroom. I stayed standing in front of her, showing myself fully, with no intention of covering up.

“Anyway, we’re two adult women,” I said with a shrug. “I don’t think I’ve got anything you haven’t seen before. Go on with your explanation, come on.”

“The eight hundred… I mean the eight, not the eighteen…” Daniela could no longer get anything sensible out.

“Do I make you nervous?” I asked her.

She looked up. For the first time all afternoon she didn’t look away. She stayed staring into my eyes, her glasses a little crooked and her chest rising and falling.

“Yes,” she said, in a whisper. “A lot.”

That one word was worth more than her whole offer. I moved closer, slowly, and took the folder from her hands. I set it on the table, on top of the colorful graphs neither of us cared about anymore. She didn’t resist. She let me take her empty hands and place them on her own knees.

“Take off your glasses,” I told her.

She obeyed. Without the frames she looked even younger, more exposed. I took her chin between two fingers and tilted her face up.

“If you want to leave, you leave,” I told her. “The door’s right there and I’m not going to be mad. But if you stay, we stop talking about electricity and you eat my cunt.”

Daniela swallowed. She lifted one hand, hesitated in the air for a second, and finally rested it on my hip, over naked skin. Her hand was cold and trembled a little. She slid it upward, very slowly, until her fingers brushed the curve of a tit and stopped there, as if asking permission.

“I’m staying,” she whispered.

***

I sat astride her, in the same chair, and the robe slid the rest of the way to the floor. Daniela looked at me as if she still couldn’t quite believe what was happening, and that mix of desire and fear turned me on more than any caress. I kissed her slowly, giving her time, and at first she answered awkwardly and then hungrily, grabbing my back, burying her fingers in my still-damp hair. I took her right hand and brought it straight to one tit. I closed it myself over the flesh, pressing her fingers against the nipple so she’d understand there was no need to ask permission there.

“Squeeze it,” I whispered against her mouth. “Hard. I’m not made of porcelain.”

She obeyed. At first timidly, then looser and looser, kneading my tits with both hands, pinching my nipples until a moan escaped me. I rubbed against her thighs, feeling the rough fabric of the skirt against my soaking cunt, marking a dark stain on the navy that no dye was ever going to get out.

I unfastened the jacket of her suit and let it slip off her shoulders. Under it she wore a silk blouse that smelled like her, and under the blouse a firm, nervous body that shivered with every touch. I kissed her neck, the hollow at her collarbone, and felt her skin rise in gooseflesh.

“I’ve never…” she began.

“Fucked a woman?” I finished for her.

She shook her head, biting her lip.

“Don’t be in a hurry,” I told her in her ear. “This afternoon doesn’t end until I’ve come in your mouth and you’ve come in mine. At least.”

A gasp escaped her, as if hearing me say it like that, without any detours, was already enough to make her tremble. I took her free hand and brought it down to my cunt. I spread her fingers and passed them over my wet lips, so she could feel firsthand what she’d done to me.

“Feel how I am?” I said. “That’s how you’ve had me since you sat down.”

“My God,” she murmured. “You’re soaked.”

“Lick,” I ordered, lifting her shiny fingers up to her mouth. “I want you to know what the thing you’re about to eat tastes like.”

Without hesitation she opened her mouth and sucked on them slowly, looking me in the eyes, and something passed over her face that had nothing shy left in it. It was pure hunger. Blessed hunger, the hunger of someone who has just discovered what they really want.

I grabbed her by the hair, lifted her from the chair, and led her by the hand to the sofa. I laid her down on the cushions and got on top of her, naked, letting my tits fall into her face. I undid the buttons of her blouse one by one, without rushing, savoring the way she held her breath between each one. I yanked her bra down and kissed her small breasts, her hard pink nipples, and nibbled them until Daniela arched her back and let out the first real moan of the entire afternoon, one she no longer tried to hide.

“Suck my tits,” I told her, offering them to her. “Let’s see if you learn.”

She opened her mouth and took one nipple fully in, pulling it with her lips, circling it with her tongue as if she’d been waiting years to do it. I pushed it deeper by grabbing the back of her neck, feeling her hot tongue sweep over my skin. I switched to the other one and she did the same, every time more eager, every time less clumsy.

I hiked her blue skirt to her waist. Under it she was wearing white cotton panties that were no longer entirely white, with a large dark stain right in the center. I ran a finger over the fabric and felt the heat and dampness seeping through.

“Look what you’ve done to my panties,” she protested, between a laugh and a moan.

“That’s what panties are for,” I told her. “You take them off.”

I pulled them down her legs and threw them on the floor. I spread her thighs with both hands, with no delicacy whatsoever, and took a second to look at her cunt. It was pink, with a little blond hair neatly trimmed, the lips swollen and shining from how wet she was. I kissed the insides of her thighs, first one, then the other, moving up slowly while she dug her fingers into my shoulder. When I reached the top, instead of touching her, I blew on her.

“Bitch,” she gasped, surprised at herself for the swear.

I laughed against her skin and finally lowered my head. I parted her with two fingers and ran my tongue all the way over her, from bottom to top, slowly, pausing for a second right over the clit. Daniela screamed and grabbed the back of the sofa with both hands.

“Please,” she begged, and there was nothing professional in her voice.

I tasted her without hurry. She threw her head back and started moving against my mouth, first shyly and then without any shame at all. I learned her with my tongue, with my lips, sucking her clit until she trembled, leaving it for a moment to go lower and slip my tongue inside, fucking her like that, my nose pressed against her mound while she writhed. I brought one hand up and slid in one finger, then two, curling them upward, searching for that spot that drove her crazy the second I touched it.

“There,” she panted, “there, don’t go away from there.”

I worked her with my fingers while I kept sucking her clit, attentive to every shiver, reading in her breathing what she liked and what drove her mad. Every time I stopped for a second, she protested with a moan and pushed her hips toward my mouth.

“Don’t stop,” she panted. “Please, don’t stop, I’m going to come, I’m going to…”

I didn’t stop. I quickened my fingers inside her, closed my lips over her clit, and sucked hard. I felt her go rigid all over, her legs closing over my shoulders, her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging almost angrily. When she came, she did it with a hoarse cry that filled the living room, shaking against my mouth, clenching my fingers inside her with spasms that made me smile against her cunt. I kept licking her slowly until she went limp, wrecked on the cushions, blouse open and skirt rumpled, with an expression that said she had no idea where she was.

I pulled my fingers out wet and brought them to my mouth without taking my eyes off her. She looked at me, still panting, and another shiver escaped her just from seeing me do it.

“Now you,” I said, climbing up over her body.

I didn’t give her time to answer. I put her knees on either side of my head and lowered my cunt to her mouth, holding onto the back of the sofa. Daniela opened her lips by instinct and received me with a clumsy, curious tongue that quickly found the rhythm. I leaned over her and began moving slowly, teaching her with my hips where I wanted to feel her.

“Like that,” I told her, looking down at her. “Flat tongue. There. There, fuck.”

She learned fast. In a minute she had me trembling, my tits hanging over her face and one hand of hers squeezing my ass, guiding me against her mouth. The other hand reached me from the front and two fingers slid into me without resistance, all the way in. A long moan escaped me. I started riding her face with no shame at all, rubbing my clit against her tongue, leaning back so her fingers could touch me inside. I looked at her: her eyes were closed, her lips shiny with me, her cheek wet. She was somewhere else.

“I’m going to come in your mouth,” I warned her. “Swallow it all.”

I braced myself on the backrest, closed my thighs around her face, and let go. I came with a shudder that shot from my cunt to the nape of my neck, pushing against her tongue, feeling how Daniela kept sucking me fearlessly, swallowing what spilled out. When the worst of it passed, I let myself fall to one side, drained, my whole skin still humming.

***

I climbed up to lie beside her. I brushed a lock of hair off her sweaty face, wiped away with my thumb the shine left on her chin, and she laughed, a small, disbelieving laugh.

“Looks like I didn’t sell the rate,” she said.

“Looks like you didn’t,” I replied. “But I’d sign anything if it meant you came back next month to explain it to me again.”

She bit her lip, that habit of hers, and this time she didn’t look away. She lowered her eyes to my tits, still marked by her fingers, and smiled like someone who couldn’t believe her luck.

“I still have a few minutes before my next building,” she said, sliding one hand over my stomach, not stopping until she found me again between the legs. “If you like, we can make use of them.”

And make use of them we did.