The Lonely Salesman Chapter Three Part One - Sex Stories

The Lonely Salesman Chapter Three Part One

... interrupted.

"Let me finish, Ken," I asked.

“Without going into all the details, I'll just say she's the most passionate, sensual lover I've ever been with, and on top of that, she's so much fun to be with. We laugh and joke around constantly. But I must admit she has some skeletons in her closet, too, dude."

"Don't they all, Phil." Ken offered.

Yeah, we all have skeletons in our closets, but I think Connie's have filled her with many doubts and fears about a long-term relationship." I explained.

"I'm going to take things slow and see if those fears are going to last or if I can get her over them," I said.

"Therein lies my problem, Ken. I think I need to see how she reacts to being with me when there's no chance of us having sex," I remarked.

Well, dude, it's the Christmas season; there are all kinds of holiday activities you can take her to that should answer your questions," Ken suggested.

You're right, Ken. I had thought of that," I said. "Doesn't Holiday Lights open tonight?" I asked.

"Sure does, Phil. And you're off tonight, too. Take her for a long walk around the park and buy her hot chocolate.

"Thanks, guy, I think I will, but we better get started on this window, or I'll be here till closing," I said.

Ken got up and walked into the backroom to get the styles that we were going to display in the nose of the window. I went to the glass door at the back of the display window and turned off the train that had been happily running around ...

... in circles for the last two hours.

Ken and I worked on the window all afternoon. He covered the sales floor and brought me the styles the corporate plan called for. We finished trimming the window at about four forty-five, just in time for him to take his dinner break. I placed the last few pairs of men's slippers inside the glass door and closed it. Turning on the lights in the window, I stepped back to view the results.

Everything looked great. But as the train wound through the window, it knocked over two pairs of shoes near the front.

"Oh, fuck!" I said. "I'm going to have to tiptoe up through the whole damn display and reposition those two pairs so the train doesn't hit them."

Ken was getting ready to take his break, so I turned off the lights and opened the door to the display window. I'd make the tedious trek up through the window when he returned.

Ken and I stood out front checking out our afternoon of work when Connie came strolling up the mall. She had the biggest shit-eating grin on her face as she approached.

He waited till Connie got there and said, "Hi Connie, you're looking hot today. Nice sweater, hun!" Ken's eyes were admiring her gorgeous tits.

She winked at him and said, "Ken, glad you like them, err it." Trying to cover up her slip of the tongue.

"Singular or plural, Connie, you still look hot today." He replied.

I said, "We'll see you in an hour, dude." Ken turned and headed off to grab a bite to eat.

Connie offered him this ...