Theresa and Her Kids, Pt. 18 - Sex Stories

Theresa and Her Kids, Pt. 18

... slipped her middle finger from her right hand in and out of her cunt. “Oh, Sammy” Terry looked up but didn’t stop her work on herself. “I’m just a little worked up and need to get myself off.” “Do you want any help?” he asked so naturally, like if she needed him to set the table. “Would you feel like fucking mommy, Sam?” “Gee, mom . . . again?” Sam now whined like she really DID ask him to set the table. He laughed and began to pull his pants off as Terry finished removing hers. “Well, get that dick over here buster!” *** *** *** “I’ve got that one, Charlie” Phil said to the bartender as a SoCo and coke was set in front of Erin. He held his Grey Goose and tonic up in a toast and said “a sweet drink for a sweet lady”. “Phil . . .” she replied, almost apologetically. “I should be the one buying drinks here . . . You’re MY customer!” They both chuckled and then clinked their glasses. “Let’s just say this one’s not business related, K?” “Oh?” Erin smiled and held up her glass for another clink. Phil’s partners had already gone to their rooms. Several of the salesmen were at a table in the corner, swapping war stories. “I’ve got a few questions about your product that I was hoping for some clarification on” Phil continued, while glancing down at her chest. Erin was pleasantly endowed . . . tits about the size of Susan’s . . . constrained within a lime green t-shirt worn under her black jacket and pant suit. The fact that Phil was comparing this woman’s breasts to his eldest ...

... daughter was not lost on him, and he chuckled internally. Erin had natural medium-blonde hair with highlights, styled and cut to shoulder length; Phil then got a look at her eyes, noting they were maybe hazel? . . . or one of those colors you can’t quite classify . . . but they were pretty. She was about 5’8” and it was obvious that her looks had SOMETHING to do with her landing a position as a product rep, and then also succeeding in it. He’d always seen her dressed in a professional yet feminine way. Never too sexy, no short skirts or anything, but suits and skirts that complimented her figure and kept you looking for an extra few seconds. “Reeeeeeeallly” was the languid response that came back, her eyes bright as she batted her lashes. His glance had not been subtle . . . nor was it intended to be. “I had assumed that you were fairly loyal to the brand you were already using” she continued with the double-entendre, and glanced at his wedding ring. “Well . . . I am really happy with the product I’m currently using . . . it really does a great job . . . but my other vendor suggested that I do some product testing and report back . . . they’re looking for feedback, ya know?” “Feedback?” “Anything I can give them would be helpful.” “So, this product testing would just be to suit your other supplier?” Erin grinned as she wondered how long Phil could keep up this ridiculous line . . . and how long she should string him out . . . She had a very busy travel and work schedule, which had ...