“I haven’t had that happen yet”

“I haven’t had that happen yet” I laugh, while inside my head I want nothing more than to jump on top of her, and rip the clothes off her body. She’s sitting so close now, I think I can feel the heat from her body, smell the crisp clean smell of her silken hair. I remind myself that I shouldn’t rush, it just might be that she’s the type that likes to get cozy. Several times while discussing other products to her, I catch her looking into my eyes rather than the product I‘m describing, immediately after which Naomi laughs nervously, and bring her attention back to whatever it is I’m shilling.

Over the course of the next half hour or so, she picks out some lip gloss and blush, and a bottle of the higher end skin conditioner. I get the feeling that she is buy at least the bottle of conditioner because she wants to make me happy, after having told her about how I’m paid only by commission, and right now it’s the only job I have. Reaching across the table, Naomi picks up the lingerie catalog, and flips through it.

“Do you have any samples from this?” she say indicating the glossy magazine

“Of course” I nod and smile mentally drooling of the prospect of her ordering from the catalog, or even better trying some of the items I have in my car on. Normally this simply wouldn’t be done, and the lingerie would be for display purposes only, not for wearing by prospective customers. But in the case of this sweet, sexy and I’m hoping horny and bi or gay, I’ll be more than happy to make an exception.

Naomi stands, and gives me a bright, heart melting smile. “Let’s go in the living room, and sit on the couch, so we can look this over together, okay?” I readily agree, and the two of us walk from the kitchen, and into the living room. Her hips sway seductively as follow. The room is tastefully decorated with mission style furniture, and done in brown and green earth tones. Naomi sits on the overstuffed, bottle green couch, patting the cushion beside her to indicate where I should sit..

The couch is plush and comfortable, and as I sit Naomi presses herself against the armrest, and once more begins paging through the catalog. I can’t see from my vantage point what she’s looking at, and when she notices, she shifts a bit, and says, “Sit beside me, and we’ll look together, ‘kay?” I quickly move close beside her, and our bodies press together. Her arm slips from the back of the couch, and over my shoulder. There is now little doubt in my mind as to what this girl wants, and I didn’t even make the first move.

Holding the catalog by a corner, Naomi turns her head towards me, her silken hair brushing my cheek. “You turn the pages, alright?” she says and I flip through three or four glossy pages before Naomi presses her hand over the top of mine “Wait” she says, and I look down from her face and to the open pages of the catalog. The two pages are filled with images of beautiful women dressed in corsets, panties and matching garter belts with sheer, black thigh high stockings. The corsets are picture in a variety of colors, red, green, blue midnight blue. In many of the pictures the triangle of dark pubic hair is visible beneath the models skimpy panties.

“MMmm, that’s kinda naughty, don’t ya think” Naomi says glancing towards me, and then back to the mag.

Lifting her hand back off of mine, Naomi tells me to continue paging through the catalog, and as I turn the first page, she slowly traces the tip of her big toe over my ankle, and across the top of my shoe and back again. “I just love the feel of nylon and silk, don’t you?” she whispers, and then asks if I’m wearing anything like what was previously pictured in the catalog. I reply that I too love the feel of nylon, and that I’m wearing a set of stockings and a garter belt made by the company.

Naomi licks her lips and looks from me and down to the catalog. “I see you’re not married, you have a boyfriend?’ she asks trying to sound casual, but utterly failing. I can feel the familiar dampness between my legs, and I no longer feel the need to wait.

"No husband, no boyfriend. You want a girlfriend?” I say as I lean my face close to hers, and brush the tip of my nose over hers, eliciting a smile and giggle.

“Maybe” she says, playing coy, running her foot over my shin. "Why don‘t you show me what your wearing underneath that dress, and then maybe I could try on a sample or two, and you could take it off of me."