It was a hot day in Georgia and Amanda was dog tired. It was one of those sticky days when the heat is more humidity than hot. After getting a lot of the shopping done and doing the books for the business, Amanda decided it was time to sit on the front porch swing and sip a nice cold glass of Ice Tea. Her special Iced Tea, made with just a touch of bourbon to keep the soul satisfied and the heart beat going.
Sitting on the veranda and looking out on the day’s afternoon sun, she thanked God she was in the shade and out of the heat. She had a fan going and blowing cool air over her body. She was made up of long legs a strong back and a chest that was a for real thirty eight double dd. One needed a strong back for that. She worked hard and had a trim body and a pleasing look about her. She was in her early forties and was married and her kids were all grown and out of the house. Her husband was a hard working man who was out doing his job and most likely would not be back until late this evening, which left her on the veranda sipping a nice ice cold tea and bourbon mixture that satisfied her soul deep inside.
Down the road she saw a salesmen dip into a home and she like the way he walked. He had on a cheap suit and he must be sweating up a storm in weather like this. Whatever he was selling, the people in that house weren’t buying and he was headed her way with a big smile on his face and a tired look in his eyes. He carried a valise and she supposed, correctly so, that whatever he was selling could be found in there. As he approached the porch steps he took off his hat and tipped it to her and said, “Shore is a scorcher today, isn’t it?”
“That it is,” came her reply.
He looked much better up close. He had a lithe body, probably from walking neighborhoods so much, and a kind face. He had close cropped hair with beads of sweat running around his forehead. He stood about six feet tall and maybe weighed about one hundred and eighty pounds if that. His coat jacked was draped over the arm that carried his valise.
“Miss, I sure would appreciate just a sip of that Iced Tea you have there, just to cut the dust a little. I’m afraid I’ve worked up a bit of a thirst in this neighborhood.” If he had a gold tooth he couldn’t have been more like a door to door hustler than he was.
Amanda thought about it a bit and said, “Well come on up here and sit down and rest a bit before you go on, I’ll get you a glass.” She patted the empty space next to her and she made a jester form him to come on up.
“Why thank you so much, I really appreciate that.” He took the three stairs in one step and sat carefully down on the swing next to her.
“I’ll get a glass and be right back,” she said. As she rose and went into the kitchen to get him a glass of ice for his tea she noticed that she was somewhat attracted to him and would like it if he stayed around just a bit.
She returned with a twelve once tumbler filled with ice and poured him some of her special tea. He thanked her as he patted his forehead with a handkerchief and took a big gulp of the tea. When he swallowed his eyes got big and he looked as he might choke just a bit, but he got it down and let out a breath.
“Oh, Missy, that sure is some sort of Ice Tea that I’d like to have around.” He raised his glass to her in a toast and they clicked glasses. Amanda noticed Marggie Evens from across the street look out her kitchen window at them sitting on the veranda and she shot her a nasty look and turned and smiled at the salesmen.
“It’ll cut the dust in a hurry.”
“That it will,” he agreed.
That left them sitting on the swing with nothing but the tea in common with each other. He seemed a bit reticent and wasn’t talking up a storm like most salesmen.
“What are you selling,” she asked?
“Memories,” he said, with a absent toss of his head toward his valise resting on the porch.
“What kind of memories,” she was curious.
“Well, you’ve been so kind to me, I’m not sure you even want to see.”
“Try me.” It was more than just an invite to see what he was selling but she wasn’t sure he got it.
He seemed to hesitate just a moment before he leaned over and picked up his valise and opened it up for her to see. He pulled out one of the nice shinny color broachers and handed it to her.
“I work for a photographer who would like to give you a family discount for you and all your kids and your husband. Create memories to last you for a lifetime; what with the little ones grown so fast and all.”
“My littlest one is in college right now and won’t be back until winter break. My husband has enough memories to last him a lifetime and more.” She smiled at him and sort of nodded her head.
“Well, I must admit that you don’t have much need for family photos. I bet you have hundreds already.” Amanda nodded her head in agreement. “I must say, however, that you are very photogenic and you should have pictures taken of you.”
Amanda reddened a little. “I don’t know about that.”
“Take my word for it, ah, Miss,” He left the sentence hanging.
“Amanda, call me Amanda.”
“Amanda, you’re quite beautiful women, if I may say so and I think you should be preserved in photographs.”
Amanda giggled a little and slapped his knee and took a sip of her tea. “I bet you sell a lot of these photo packages, don’t you?”
“I do sell a few,” he reached into his valise and pulled out a small digital camera, “Let me show you what I mean.” He pointed the camera at her and clicked off a shot. He turned the back of the camera to her to see the photo that he had just taken. An image of Amanda in her loose fitting everyday clothes appeared and she didn’t like the image.
“I believe I could take a much nicer picture than that if I had a chance to throw a little make up on and change my clothes.”
The salesman thought about it for a second and then beamed a smile at her, “Well it looks like you have a whole slew of tea available and it is a hot day, why not get yourself made up and I’ll take a few shots of you.?”
Amanda squealed with delight and jumped up, “Let’s do it!”
The salesman laughed at her reaction and got to his feet. “Let’s do it.”
She hustled the salesmen inside the house and sat him on the couch with the tea in front of him and she went into the bedroom and began to fix herself up a bit.
The Salesmen was about three quarters through the second glass of “tea” when she reentered the room. She had brushed her hair out and it was long and silken looking and it came down to the small of her back. She had managed to put a little lipstick and eye makeup on and this enhanced an already angelic face. Her Ample bosom was encased in a bustier of black leather that did little to hide her massive breast. In fact, her dark aureoles were showing and the pink stem of her nipples peaked out from over the top of the Bustier. This accentuated her slim waste and her hips. She had on a black garter belt with black nylon stockings and a pair of black satin panties on. The black high heels she wore showed off the muscles in her slim legs and the overall effect was devastating to the salesman. He almost dropped his glass when he saw her. His mouth hung open and he looked as if he might begin to droll at any moment. As she walked in front of him and twirled to give him a complete view she watched him for his reaction. She smiled when he was lost for words and she saw a rise in his pants.
“What do you think?” She slowly made a turn in front of him in a sensuous move. She could feel his want even with her back to him.
“Amazing,” He put the glass down and while not moving his eyes from her he fumbled around for his camera. He located it and snapped several photos in rapid succession.
“Would you like me to pose for you?”
“Would I,” his erection was substantial she noticed.
She led him around the house and he follower her like a puppy dog in heat. In the living room she posed for him on the couch by first sitting on the couch with her legs together in a demure posture, and then she spread her legs and rubbed her hands across her pussy and breast. She got on all fours and leaned against the couch as if ready to be taken from behind and she reached behind her and pulled her panties to one side exposing her pussy for the lens. She took a shot lying on the coffee table with her arm extended about her head and her legs wide open and the panties to one side, like some sort of exotic erotic art piece found in museums. She took several shots in the kitchen where she posed leaning against the counter and cupping her ample breast and just pinching her nipple. She thought he was going to faint just looking at her and she loved what she was doing to him. She sat on the inside corner of her kitchen counter and propped her legs to either side of her and cupped her breasts and pinched the nipples again and he was a little weak in the knees. She made his erection throb when she pulled her panties aside once more and felt herself, half closing her eyes. She lingered like that for a few minutes while manipulating her breast. She was definitely aroused and she knew he was also. They went into the bathroom and she took several poses in there but the space was a little cramped and she felt it just wasn’t conducive enough for what she had in mind. So they went into the bed room where she spread herself onto the bed. Just pouring her body onto the bedspread like thick syrup.
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