The Lonely Salesman Chapter Three Part One - Sex Stories

The Lonely Salesman Chapter Three Part One

... together to our cars. I took her keys, unlocked the door, and opened it for her.

She smiled and commented, "A gentleman always, I love that."

She slid into the driver's seat, and I leaned down to kiss her once more before she left. A soft, sensual kiss, a kiss that would have us both wanting more as soon as we were together again.

"Later, babe," I said as I closed the car door.

She smiled at me through the window and turned the key. I watched her drive off, thinking how lucky I am to finally have such a sexy, passionate woman in my life. I hope that the passion we share now will grow into something even more spectacular.

I made it to Andover with ten minutes to spare. My assistant, Ken, was scheduled to start work at noon. I figured that since I would stay till eight when Connie got off, I'd start working on the change over to our holiday display windows.

Mornings are slow in the men's shoe business, so I'd be able to get quite a bit done, and after Ken got in, we could spend the afternoon getting set up for the holiday season.

Stripping the display windows takes no time at all. I've done it many times and have it all down to a science. By a quarter of ten, the window was bare. I measured out the bright red base fabric and stapled it in place.

Earlier in the week, I had picked up a train set at one of the toy stores in the mall. I'd made a deal with the manager to put a sign on one of the cars that this set was available at his store, so it cost me ...

... nada. He even threw enough track to snake it through the maze of shoes displayed in the window.

I made short work of setting up the train and made a couple of test runs to ensure it would stay on track for the next month. While the train ran around, I finished my now cold mug of coffee.

It was ten-fifteen. I walked to the front of the store and looked at the train running around my window display when I felt a presence behind me. I didn't turn around because if it was Connie, I didn't want to spoil her surprise.

A familiar, sexy voice said, "Do you like playing with trains, little boy." She giggled after asking the obvious question.

Without turning around, I said, "Why yes, I do. I especially like the little caboose. It reminds me of another cute little caboose."

Connie said, "So you think I have a cute little caboose?"

I finally turned around. I had a snappy comeback about her sexy little caboose, but I was shocked and speechless at how incredible she looked.

Connie was wearing a tight burgundy sweater and a white pleated skirt. Her hair cascaded down onto her shoulders and spread evenly in front and across her back. Her eyes sparkled. Her lips shimmered. Her smile told me my reaction was precisely what she was hoping for.

“Connie, You look incredible!” I exclaimed.

She smiled and did a pirouette to show me the back of her outfit and then said, "How's the caboose looking?"

I smiled and said, "Sexiest caboose I've ever seen."

"Good, I'm glad you ...