The Doorbell rings…

I had just gotten out of the shower and I was drying myself off when the doorbell rang. I ignored it and continued to dry my body. It rang again. I thought that this might be something important so I tied my towel tightly around my waist and went downstairs. I opened the door and three stood an attractive woman. She was about 5’2″, medium build, long brunette hair and rather well-endowed.

“Hello, sir. My name is Amber and I’m with Fidelity Windows. How are you today?”

I was kind of pissed. She rang the bell twice and made me come down in my towel all for a door-to-door salesperson.

“I’m kind of pissed, thank you. Please don’t come here again.”

I was closing the door when I looked at her face. She looked like her dog had just died. I realized that I may have been a wee bit too harsh and stopped closing the door.

“I’m sorry, Amber was it? I didn’t mean to be so cruel. Would you like to tell me what you’re selling.”

“That’s okay, Mister. I know you don’t want my windows. I won’t bother you anymore.”

“You’re not bothering me, Amber. Would you like a glass of water?”

“Thank you, sir. That would be great. It’s pretty ho out here today.”

Amber came into my house and I told her to sit in the living room and I would come back with her water.

“Ooh. You have air conditioning. This is so nice to have a break from the heat.”

I returned with the water, handed it to her and sat down in an arm-chair across from Amber. She tipped up the glass and drained it into her mouth. I can’t even describe how incredibly hot it looked. I had visions of a sun-tan lotion commercial I had seen before. The only thing missing was the stray bit of water running down her neck and disappearing into her cleavage (which was rather abundant). She finished the water, put down the glass, looked over at me and smiled. I came back to reality and was going to ask Amber a question when she began to giggle.

“Is something funny?” I asked.

“Um… Ah… I’m sorry, sir. I don’t mean to laugh, but… Are you happy to see me?”

I followed her gaze and realized that I had a VERY noticeable tent in my towel. I felt very uncomfortable. Amber LOOKED about 16. ‘Am I going to jail?’ I thought. I looked back at Amber who was still smiling.

“When you were drinking your water you looked very sexy. I noticed your rather prominent breasts. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be thinking this way.”

“There’s nothing wrong with it, sir. You’ve got a nice, big dick. I’d like to see more.”

“I can’t, Amber. You’re too young.”

“I’m 18. I lost my virginity a year ago. I want to see your dick.”

This was good news. She’s 18. I can live with myself. She WANTS to see my dick. I stood up and slowly unwrapped my towel. When I let it drop to the ground Amber giggled.

“I like your dick, sir.