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Kelly sighed as she approached the last house on the block. She was tired. Her feet ached. Her head as well, for the heat this afternoon was almost beyond bearing. She rang the doorbell, the handle to her satchel of cosmetics abrasive in her sweaty hand.
This was a mistake. Usually she worked only an hour or so past noon. She never should have stayed out this long. She looked a mess. Sweat had washed away most of her carefully applied make-up and left her hair limp and sticking uncomfortably to her neck. She looked anything but a salesperson for cosmetics.
A man opened the door and smiled.
Kelly smiled back, surprised to find a man home at this hour. No doubt he was either unemployed or perhaps recovering from an illness, or…Kelly breathed a deep sigh. She didn’t care why he was home. All she did care about was whether or not his wife was also at home. She’d hoped to make at least one more sale before she stopped for the day.
“You look hot and exhausted,” he said and smiled again as he opened the door wider. “I have just the thing to cool you off.”
“A portable air-conditioner?” Kelly returned less than happily. “Is your wife home?”
“I’m sorry,” she said, realizing she’d forgotten her pitch and the guy obviously hadn’t a clue as to what she was doing standing at his door. She cleared her throat and began with, “Hi, my name is Kelly and I’m from Brandi Hope Cosmetics.” Kelly glanced at and raised her satchel a fraction, clearly implying what the bag held. “Today we’re offering all new customers who spend $50.00 or more, a facial along with a month’s supply of night cream. This night cream—“
“How much for a massage?”
“Not a massage sir, a facial. And I’d give you a coupon for it. I don’t give facials myself.”
Kelly sighed and blew a strand of hair from her sticky forehead. “Is your wife home, sir?”
“I have no wife.”
“Oh, well, in that case…” Kelly turned to leave, but his next words stopped her in her tracks.
“So the deal is $50.00 worth of cosmetics and I get a free facial?”
Kelly frowned. She’d never had a man interested in a facial before. Her gaze narrowed and she noticed the humorous glint in the man’s dark eyes. No one had to tell her this guy had ulterior motives.
“For your girlfriend?”
He shook his head and grinned again. “Sorry. I’ll buy the cosmetics. Make it creams and stuff like that. I’ll give it to my mother for her birthday, but I want the facial.”
Kelly shrugged. “Fine.”
“Come on in and you can show me what you’ve got.”
“One minute.” Kelly pulled out her phone, dialed a number and said, “Hey, Crissy, it’s Kelly. I’m at,” she stepped back and read the number on his house. “12583 Harrison St, in West Babylon. I’m making a sale. If you don’t hear from me in one hour you know what to do.” Kelly closed her phone and dropped it into her bag.
The man at the door grinned again. “Good thinking. You never know these days. The world is filled with nut-jobs.”
Kelly stepped into his living-room and sighed her relief as the full blast of air-conditioning hit her sweat dampened skin. “Oh God, that feels good.”
“I have a pool out back, if you’re interested.”
Her tight smile told him clearly she was not. “Where can I lay out my products?”
“My name is Jim.”
“Nice to meet you, Jim.”
Kelly nodded, her smile was growing a bit stiff and she couldn’t help but wonder if this sale was all that important. She hoped she hadn’t made a mistake.
“You’ll need to know that when we get married.”
Her gaze widened with surprise and dawning humor. “You’re right.” She laughed at his teasing and felt herself relax as she watched the twinkle in his eyes grow more pronounced. There was no menace here. Nothing to be afraid of. “Thank you for telling me. It’s always a good thing to know one’s name.”
“You welcome. But you’re acting like no one has ever asked you to marry them before.”
“It’s my first proposal today.”
He laughed a low sexy sound. “My mother’s going to love you.”
“You mean she’s going to love your gift?”
He nodded. “That too.”
Kelly grinned. The man was a devil and she couldn’t keep her low chuckle at bay.
“You’re not already married are you?”
She smiled again and shook her head.
“Use the coffee table,” he said as he cleared away magazines and two empty bottles of beer. He asked, “Boyfriend?”
“No one important.”
“Damn, how the hell lucky can a man get?”
She frowned, “Excuse me?”
“I took the day off work. Suppose I hadn’t. Suppose I missed you. Then what?”
“Then I wouldn’t have made this sale.”
“Or met the man you’re going to marry.”
“Or that either,” she said playing along, with his teasing. She sat on the couch. He pulled a chair close and sat opposite her, the coffee-table between them. The bottles and jars from her bag of cosmetics just about covered the entire table. “All right, first you start with cleanser.”
She took the tube and pretended to squeeze it. “You squeeze a dollop into your palm and spread it over your face with your fingers.”
“Use me as a model. I don’t mind.”
She frowned and shook her head. “You’re supposed to do this yourself.”
“Except I’m a man and don’t know what to do. I’ve never put cream on my skin before. I’ll buy a hundred dollars worth if you use me as a model.”
Kelly sighed but figured he wasn’t asking so very much and she was making a great sale here. “Fine,” she said and he moved to sit at her side. “It’s simple, really. All you do is spread it over your entire face and wipe it off with these special pads.”
Kelly spread the cleanser over his skin, noting the fullness of his lips, the high cheek bones, the lashes any woman would kill to call her own. Now that she’d cooled off a bit, she took note of him. He was a good-looking man. She wondered why he wasn’t married, or at the very least why didn’t he have anyone special in his life?
Kelly sighed as she realized the truth of the matter. He was gay. She glanced at his feet. Every gay man she’d ever known had the cleanest socks and sneakers. Perfectly pressed jeans and always smelled as if he’d just come from a shower. He was gay all right. She breathed a sigh of disappointment. “That feels good.”
She leaned closer to wipe the cleanser away.
“You smell good.”
“It’s the cream.”
His dark eyes opened. His gaze captured hers. “No. It’s you.”
Kelly felt as if a shock of electricity had run up her arm and centered somewhere in her chest. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe he wasn’t…Oh Lord, she was in trouble. Something squeezed at her stomach, something harder squeezed in her chest. “We should stop. You get the idea.”
“Just a little more. Please.”
Kelly berated her actions. She was moving into dangerous territory and knew it. Why didn’t she insist it was enough? “This is night cream,” she said on a long deep expulsion of trembling breath. It’s heavy. You don’t need to use much.”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty three. Why?”
“I’m twenty nine. Wouldn’t you say that makes us perfect for each other?”
“I’d say I’m trying to explain how to use these products and you’re not paying the least bit of attention.”
“Oh, but I am.” His finger reached for her blouse. One knuckle hooked where the first button sat. With no effort at all it opened. “For instance, I always knew I’d marry a lady named Kelly.”
Kelly laughed. “You always knew that, did you?”
“Yep. Can’t say as how, but I knew it.”
He was adorable. Kelly knew a moment’s surprise when she almost said the words aloud.
“You know what else I know?”
“I know you smell wonderful. I’d call that paying attention.” Another button came undone. “And then of course there’s the fact that your bra is made of black lace. I didn’t know that for sure until now, but I expected it would be.”
“Why are you home in the middle of the day?” She frowned and wondered why she wasn’t stopping him as his fingers moved to the next button.
“Well, I teach middle school, so I’m off during the summer, but most days I work for my father. He owns Al’s Office Supplies in Babylon. Ever been there?”
“Sure. But why are you home?”
“I took off today. Had to wait for the air-conditioner repair man. He left a few minutes ago.”
“What do you teach?”
“Eighth grade history.”
“God, the girls must love you.”
Jim smiled. “I’m not much interested in young girls. It’s older girls that get my attention.
“Is a facial anything like this? I’ve never had one.”
She nodded. “It is except you lay down and the person giving the facial stands over you. Hot towels are involved along with soft music and a darkened room.”
“That sounds great. Are you sure you don’t give facials?”
“I have, but I’ve never had a man ask for one.”
As she spoke her blouse came completely open and he was sliding it off her shoulders, when she asked, “Do you have something cold to drink?”
Jim took a deep breath and nodded. He backed up some and said, “Promise me you won’t go anywhere.”
“Just to the bathroom. I promise.”
Moments later he spoke to her outside the door. “You all right?”
“Fine,” she said. She knew she was taking a long time and reasoned, she’d lost her mind. Women who had lost their minds had every right to take their time, didn’t they? She was standing before the mirror, naked. Slowly she wrapped a towel around her and tucked the end over her breasts. She might have lost her mind but apparently a small part of it still existed. There was no way she was leaving this bathroom stark naked.
Slowly she opened the door. Jim stood leaning against the wall, two beers in his hands. He sipped from one and said, “I was beginning to wonder if you were ever coming…” His words drifted to silence as he looked her way then choked out, “Jesus! Are you naked under that?”
Kelly took a deep calming breath. It didn’t seem to help. “I’m a little nervous.”
“How did this happen?”
“How did you get prettier since I last saw you?”
She felt herself begin to calm and smiled. “Oh you’re very good.”
“Damn, I hope not. The things I’m thinking have nothing to do with being good.”
Kelly giggled. “Your pool, is it private?”
He nodded. “Tall fence and trees, but it’s better at night. Kids stand on chairs during the day and look over them.”
She nodded. “We’d better wait then.” Like him she leaned against the wall and sipped at her beer. They stood one on each side of the bathroom door.
“I didn’t want to rush you, but I’m having a hard time standing here and watching you over there.”
She nodded in understanding. “This beer is cold. I thought I’d cool off some, but…” she pressed the cold bottle against her forehead. That was probably the root of her problem. It was either the heat or she had a fever. She’d never done anything like this before. She’d never even thought of doing anything like this before. “I think I must have a fever.”
He moved toward her and pressed his mouth against her forehead. “No, you’re hot, but I don’t think it’s a fever. I think maybe you have too many clothes on.”
Kelly laughed. “You think so?”
“You’d probably feel better if you took off the towel.”
She shook her head. “I’d better keep it on for a few more minutes.”
He had her trapped against the wall, his hands on each side of her head.
“Would you feel better if I took my clothes off?”
“Would you do that for me?”
“I’ll do anything you like.”
“It might make me feel a little better.”
Kelly knew she’d never seen a man take his clothes off faster. Within seconds he stood before her naked. Naked and gorgeous. Her gaze moved over the length of him and she smiled. “I like the way you look.”
“Good. I wouldn’t want to change anything, but if you didn’t like it, I’d have to try.”
“Would it be all right if I peeked under this towel? Just a little?”
She smiled unable to resist the twinkle of mischief in his dark eyes. Idly she wondered how any woman had ever resisted. “A little should be all right.”
He nodded and with gentle fingers he adjusted the towel so that it opened briefly but closed under her breasts, exposing them to his view. And if the backs of his hands brushed against her softness more than what anyone would deem necessary, neither thought to complain. “Damn, but you’re gorgeous. Round and soft.” He looked up from the prize and smiled. “I really like that.”
“Do you think I could kiss you and maybe touch these?” he asked obviously referring to the two pretty breasts already filling his hands.
“Oh Lord,” she said even as she wondered how she’d managed even that, with a pulse that pounded wildly in her throat, nearly stealing her breath. “That might be dangerous.”
“Do you think so? Why?”
“Because kissing usually leads to other things and we’re going to need…“ Her words drifted to silence and then a soft moan as he nuzzled his face into the warmth of her neck.
“I have protection. Is that’s what you mean?”
She moaned her pleasure. “I like that,” she said referring to his lips drifting over her shoulder and neck.
“The way you kiss my neck.”
“I like it too. I like the way you taste.”
Kelly grinned. “It’s my cologne.”
He nodded, “Part of it. Part of it is you.”
“Do you do this often?”
“What? Kiss a woman’s shoulder?”
“No, make love to the women who come to your door.”
“You’re the first one.”
“I only moved here a month ago. Give a man some time, lady.”
Kelly laughed. “After we get married, maybe I’d better answer the door.”
“Good thinking,” he said just before his mouth came to suck, nibble and drink of her lips. He trembled as he sucked her lower lip into his mouth, his tongue running over it, absorbing all he could of taste and texture. “God, I can’t believe how good you taste.”
A moment later, his lips slid from hers, over her jaw and suddenly sucked a pink nipple deep into a furnace of heat. They moaned in unison at the sweet pleasure.
He took her beer from her hand and placed both bottles on the floor. A moment later he was kneeling before her, and the towel had somehow disappeared. His mouth was everywhere. Teasing her nipples, he bit them and with her soft, eager moans and the way she arched her body into his hungry mouth, he couldn’t stop himself from biting them again. Kelly shivered with the pain and pleasure of it.
“I can’t stop. You taste so good.”
Kelly couldn’t have loved it more. Biting and licking he worked his way down her body. Sliding to her midriff and belly, he finally found her moist, sweet heat.
“Oh God,” she groaned as his hands tipped her hips so his mouth might find easier access. She held to his shoulders, her knees as strong as jelly; she was unable to hold back her moans of pleasure.
She trembled, she shook, she shivered. There was no way to ease this startling onslaught of pleasure.
Vaguely she realized fingers of tension were sliding over her belly. Tight, tighter they gripped at her muscles, squeezing as she helplessly spread her legs and pushed her hot, wet, pussy closer to the pleasure. The movement only urged him on. He growled against her as his tongue felt the first quiver of her release. In seconds he ripped open the small packet and slipped a condom over his erection. An instant later he was standing before her, his cock hard, thick and throbbing inside her, as his fingers replaced his tongue and continued stroking her to madness.
Her legs closed around his hips. Lost in the ecstasy she couldn’t distinguish aching waves of pain from pleasure and only wished she might never stop coming.
He gasped into her neck as her muscles tightened around him. Helplessly they grew tighter and loose then tighter again. He kissed her then, his mouth almost devouring her sweet heat, leaving behind the flavor of her own body as his hips pounded against her, his cock deep into her, the movement pushing her higher and higher against the wall.
There was a long, mindless, euphoric moment before Kelly realized their positions, realized she just come. She sighed softly in exhaustion, her face falling to his shoulder, her lips against his neck. She murmured a breathless, trembling, “Wow.”
He laughed in delight and forced his knees to hold her. Now that he had come they wobbled dangerously. His heart was pounding as he gasped, “What time is it?”
“You’d better call your friend, before the cops start knocking on the door.”
“Maybe later. Right now, I’m too weak to dial.”
Jim laughed. “Now,” he said as he walked them both to the coach where she’d left her bag. “We’re going to be busy later.
“You want to go to dinner? Maybe we can swim when we get back. I want to feel you, wet and slippery rubbing yourself all over me.”
“I don’t know if I’ll have the strength.”
“We’ll order in.”
“Crissy,” she said, as she sat on the couch and watched him stand before her. Her gaze got stuck for a minute on the size of his erection as he pulled away the used condom and wiped himself dry with the pads she’d left on the table to remove make-up. She looked into his amused gaze with a smile of her own. “Don’t do anything. I’m good. I’ll talk to you later.” She flipped the phone to the coach. “I need to lie down for a minute.” She was still trembling, not yet recovered from an overwhelming orgasm.
He grinned. “If you come with me, we can lay down in there.” He nodded toward a room to his right.
“Is it cool in there?”
He nodded. “The house has central air. It’s cool everywhere.”
“Thank God for William Haviland Carrier.”
Jim laughed. “Very good. As a history teacher, I’m impressed.”
Her hand moved to cup his balls, while the other playfully examined the huge delicious shaft above them. “As a woman I can truthful say, I’m equally impressed.”
He pulled her from the coach to stand before him. They started toward the bedroom, but what with the way she touched him and the way he touched her in return, and the mind-boggling kisses shared along the way, they barely made it to his bed.