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Pam stood trembling with anticipation as the man lifted her skirt gently and drew down her panties. As they moved slowly past her knees, the woman kneeling in front of her removed them by lifting one foot and then the other. She shivered then as the woman lifted the panties to her face and inhaled deeply while the man behind her caressed her full, smooth buttocks and bunched her skirt about her slender waist.
She felt the warm knob of his prick then as he moved his body close to hers and insinuated it between the cheeks of her ass; she spread her legs slightly and as she did, the woman looked up at her, licked her full sensuous lips and smiled. Pam felt a thrill go through her body as the woman moved her hands over her lush thighs, moved them upward and gently spread the lips of her pussy. She watched in fascination as the woman’s tongue came out of her mouth like a tiny pink snake and brushed the silken thatch of blonde pubic hair, then licked the widespread surface of her pussy lips.
Pam Drum sat uncomfortably nervous on the car seat; a thin trickle of sweat ran down her right side and caused an involuntary chill to run through her lithe, young body; she felt the perspiration building on her thighs and she wished again she had not worn both panties and pantyhose. Not that it was so terribly warm — the greatest portion of her discomfort came from the fact that she was just a little bit scared. Of what, she did not know; Marge Townsend sat bright and cool behind the wheel of her Dodge Dart as they wound their way through the tree-shaded streets, pointing occasionally to a customer’s home and remarking on the buying potential of that customer.
It was natural, Pam thought, to be just a little scared or nervous on the first day of a new job, and landing Marge’s territory was somewhat of a windfall for the attractive young blonde, and she realized that the territory was hers due to the sales manager’s response to her eager activity during the training classes she had attended over the past week. Yesterday a trainee, today a “Lotus Lady”, she told herself, and squirmed in the seat, wishing she had driven her own air-conditioned car that day.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number PR-3038 in the original publications (a duplicate).