The Young Sales Rep Who Seduced This Mature Woman

A friend asked me, please, to receive an acquaintance of hers who sold private health plans. Apparently, she was paid a small commission for every arranged visit, whether the client signed up or not. To be honest, I wasn’t very keen on it: I’m a staunch defender of public healthcare, which is what we all pay for, after all. But in the end I gave in. Besides, I’d be doing the girl a favor even if I had no intention of signing anything. I told my friend to give her my number and to have her call me whenever she wanted.

That same afternoon the phone rang. It was her, thanking me for the appointment with a soft voice that didn’t match the image I’d formed of an aggressive saleswoman. We made a date for the next day, around one.

—I promise I won’t take up much of your time —she said before hanging up.

She was punctual. At one o’clock sharp she rang the doorbell. I slipped on my shoes and opened the door. Marina must have been about twenty-seven, brunette, with green eyes that took your breath away. She was immaculate: a tailored suit with a vest, a skirt above the knee, and stiletto heels that added the centimeters nature had spared her.

I showed her into the living room and we sat at the round table, side by side. She took a folder of questionnaires from her bag and explained the procedure to me.

—I’ll ask you the questions and you answer. If there’s any you don’t know, we’ll leave it blank and that’s no problem. —She smiled—. And don’t worry, I already know you’re not going to sign up. My friend warned me.

That honesty put me at ease. I started answering, and she went marking crosses in the boxes. It didn’t take me long to notice a detail: every time she leaned forward to write something down, the vest gaped just enough to show part of a pair of breasts that, clearly, were not wearing a bra.

As a lesbian and a hopelessly observant woman when it came to the women I crossed paths with, I was unable to look away. It was too constant to be an accident.

—You like what you see —she said suddenly, without looking up from the paper. It wasn’t a question.

I was speechless for a second. I thought it was a tactic to soften me up before the signing. But a pair of breasts like those aren’t something you turn down out of pride.

—I won’t deny it —I admitted—. Though I still don’t want the insurance.

—We’ll see about that —she replied, and set the pen down on the table.

***

She unbuttoned her vest with calculated slowness, button by button. When she finished, she opened it to the sides and rolled her shoulders so her breasts swayed. They were firm, high, with smooth skin that betrayed her youth. My head followed the motion like a tennis match, unable to stay still.

She stroked her nipples until they hardened, playing with my arousal. And I gave myself away: I had started rubbing one thigh against the other without even realizing it. She took my hand gently and brought it to her breast, settling her nipple between my fingers.

—The other one too —she murmured, turning toward me.

I obeyed. While I played with her nipples, she started unbuttoning my blouse without taking her eyes off mine. She slipped a hand inside my bra and squeezed.

I closed my eyes. I felt her come closer and didn’t dare open them, afraid all of it would vanish. Her breath reached my neck before her tongue did. When I felt her lick along my skin, my body responded at once, making me wet.

She ran her hands down my back and loosened the bra clasp. Those same hands rose again to my breasts, slipped under the garment, and took them fully. She weighed them in her hands. They’re not the breasts of a twenty-year-old, but she seems to like them just the same.

She slid her thumbs over my nipples while her tongue moved up my jaw to my mouth. She bit my lower lip delicately, sucked on it, then turned her face and kissed me, driving her tongue in as far as it could go. I kissed her back with the same ferocity, in a war of tongues that was driving me mad inside.

Without stopping our kissing or letting go of each other’s breasts, we made our way to the sofa. She laid me on my back and stretched out over me. One of her hands went down my body to my pubis. I opened my legs and gave her free access.

Her fingers went in, came out wet, and moved up to my clit. She pinched it. I started moaning, writhing uncontrollably, groping blindly for her mouth. She rubbed me with a frantic rhythm and I came in gasps, closing my lips around her tongue.

***

She let me catch my breath for a moment and then began to descend, her tongue glued to my skin, unfastening the rest of my clothes as she went. She paused at my navel while pulling down my panties, and kept going lower, licking my thighs before reaching where I already needed her.

She went straight for it, sucking and sweeping her tongue just below the apex. As soon as I lifted my hips toward her face, she pressed fully onto my clit and I came in a long orgasm, the kind that leaves you trembling.

Then she undressed completely and sat astride my breasts. She pushed her hips forward until her sex was over my mouth. I sucked as if my life depended on it, alternating lips with circles on her clit until she came. I kept going, and immediately she tensed again, chasing the second one. When she got there, she pulled away and collapsed against the back of the sofa, her breathing ragged.

We stayed like that for a while, catching our breath, until we found each other for a slow kiss in which the taste of both of us mingled.

***

It was almost three in the afternoon. Time had flown by without either of us noticing. I asked if she wanted to stay for lunch. She looked at the wall clock and accepted.

Together we made a salad and some grilled fish. We ate at the same table where it had all started and talked, mostly about her work. She told me she was bisexual, that she had realized she liked women when she was already at university, in love with a classmate. And that she lost her virginity a couple of summers later, on a trip, with a guy she barely knew and never saw again.

—And you? —she asked, stealing an olive from my plate.

—I knew it from the start. Men never caught my attention. I lost my virginity to an occasional lover, already at university, with a dildo. —I laughed—. Quite the statement of intent.

She laughed with me, and for a moment it no longer felt like a sales visit but something else entirely.

I offered dessert. She told me what she most felt like was eating me all over again. I suggested coffee; she accepted, but “for later,” she said with a smile. I took her hand and led her to the bedroom.

***

This time we took off all our clothes. We didn’t want any barriers of any kind. She asked for a sixty-nine and I thought it was a splendid idea. I lay on my back and she positioned herself on top, offering me her sex at mouth level while she plunged her tongue into mine.

The orgasm came to both of us almost at once, but neither of us gave up. We kept sucking each other with desperation, searching for the next one, and we got it, we really got it. The taste of a young woman, taken straight from her pubis, was very different from that of the women in their fifties like me that I usually sleep with. It was an elixir whose flavor I had forgotten, the best thing I’d tasted since my own youth.

We were left breathless, and exhaustion dragged us into a deep sleep for almost two hours.

When we woke up, we finished filling out the damned questionnaire, which was still forgotten on the table. We lost ourselves in each other again and agreed to see each other on the day I had to go in for the medical exam, so she could collect her commission.

—I’ll confirm the day and time in person —she said, winking at me.

When I closed the door, I surprised myself by thinking that, maybe, after all, I might actually sign up for that insurance.

***

A week later she called me. She needed to see me, supposedly to set the appointment at the clinic. It was something we could have settled over the phone in a minute, but neither of us said the obvious. I answered that I was free that very afternoon. We arranged to meet at seven.

By five I was already getting ready. I waxed my pubic hair, dusted on some talcum powder to soften my skin, showered, and carefully dried my hair to give it volume. I rubbed moisturizer all over my body and stayed naked for a while, letting my skin absorb it, while I waited.

As soon as the intercom rang, I put on a low-cut dress, buttoned in the front and with nothing underneath. I heard the elevator stop on my floor and opened the door before she could ring. She threw herself into my arms in a passionate kiss, lucky for us that none of the neighbors came out onto the landing. We hadn’t even closed the door yet and her hand was already searching for my sex through the folds of the fabric.

We went straight to the bedroom. By the time we fell onto the bed we were already naked, ready for a wild sixty-nine that brought each of us two orgasms in less than five minutes.

More relaxed, she confessed that she had brought some toys that I was going to love. She pulled three dildos from her bag, one of them with a vibrator and a built-in clit sucker. Without giving me a break, she started licking between my buttocks until, before I realized it, she was penetrating me with her tongue.

She took the narrowest dildo and, helping with saliva, slowly eased it into me from behind. Then she settled the vibrator at my sex and fitted the sucker over my clit. When she turned it on, a jolt made me cry out; she lowered the power and my body began to get used to that impossible pleasure. She sucked my nipples while increasing the suction’s frequency. I thought I was going to die when the first orgasm of an endless sequence hit me. I don’t know how many times I came in a row; I only know that, when I took the devices off, everything in me was throbbing.

Then it was her turn, and I followed her instructions to the letter. I licked her from top to bottom and placed the toys on her. I put the one with the sucker on backward, so that instead of working on the clit it worked on the other spot. When everything was in place, I devoted myself to her clit with my mouth while I abused her breasts with my hands. With each orgasm she asked me to stop, and just as I was about to, she begged me to keep going, because the next one was already coming.

I confess that that afternoon that woman, almost half my age, taught me to enjoy sex in a different way, much more intensely than I had ever known.

Two days later she came with me to the clinic. When the doctor ruled that I was healthy and fit, I decided to take out the damned health insurance so they would pay her the full commission. It was the least I could do for her, after everything she had made me enjoy.