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The doorbell rang. Even though it was undoubtedly just a salesman, I found myself excited. I was so bored that it would be a treat to talk to anybody from the outside world.
The guy standing at the door was a tall, handsome young man, probably in his early twenties. He was much handsomer than the usual run of door-to door salesmen.
“Hello there,” he said with a smile. “My name is Brad Stevens and I represent the Mighty Atom Vacuum Cleaner Corporation.”
Why not? I had nothing better to do. Besides, maybe I could get him to do some of my cleaning.
I watched him intently not because I was interested in what he was selling, but because he was so good looking. It felt good being alone in the house with such a handsome man.
“Look at this section of carpet I’ve vacuumed,” he said after scouring the area between my chair and the television set. “See how much brighter the natural color of the fabric is after just a few seconds of the Mighty Atom.”
Then he was eagerly showing me another feature of the Mighty Atom. “You just flip this switch,” he pointed out, “and instead of sucking in, the hose blows out hot air. Perfect for drying your stockings and lingerie when you’re in a hurry and it’s raining outside.”
When he insisted on a demonstration, I passively agreed.
“Feel that air,” he said, holding the attachment out in front of him and pointing it at me after reversing the suction. “Isn’t it something?”
Abruptly I felt a warm blast between my legs. When I looked down, I saw that my skirt was flying up around my thighs.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” the salesman enthused. When I lifted my gaze to his face, I saw that his blue eyes were riveted to my exposed legs.
Immediately I blushed. In my usual apathy, I had not taken the trouble to put on any underwear when I’d dressed this morning. My skirt was within a couple of inches of the bush of my cunt, and there was nothing to stop this stranger from seeing it if I made a false move.
“Is there something wrong, ma’am?” he asked, still aiming the blast of hot air between my thighs.
“I-I think you’d better turn it off,” I stammered self-consciously.
“Don’t be embarrassed about me seeing your legs, ma’am,” he startled me with his frankness.
“Please,” I begged, but before I could stop him, he had raised his sights a few crucial inches. Now my hem was fluttering around my waist and the bearded triangle of my pussy was as obvious as the nose on my face.
I knew I should grab my skirt and pull it down, then order this impudent stranger from my house. However, this was the most exciting thing that had happened to me in weeks. The uncontrollable tingling between my legs told me so.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.