The day started out like every other day. I woke up and headed for the shower.

I sang to myself as I lathered my body. My hands lingered a little longer than they needed to as I washed my breasts. Hey, my sex life hadnt exactly been rockin lately, and I had to get a few simple pleasures somewhere. I figured it was better to receive those pleasures at my own hands, than not at all.

So, my fingers worked the soap onto my breasts until my nipples were hard, suds covered peaks.

However, I was starting a new job that day and didnt really have time to waste amusing myself. Of course at that time, I had no idea that my involuntary celibacy was about over. As I said before, the day started like every other, but it certainly didnt end that way. I took special care in dressing that morning. I wanted to look professional. So it was just a stupid job going door to door trying to sell body lotions and sprays. Okay, it was a really, really stupid job. But, at the time I thought it was a good idea and I wanted to look my best. I started with the new purple silk bra and panties I had bought. Sure, nobody was going to see them except me, but at least I knew I looked good.

Next, came the thigh high silk stockings, and garters. Again, more for myself than anyone else, but I needed the confidence.

Finally, for the rest of the world, I put on a cool gray, blouse, and black skirt with gray pinstripes which fell just above my knees and a matching jacket.

Oh yes, I cant forget the two inch heels which seemed like a good idea as I stood looking in my mirror. Two hours, and eleven failures later, those shoes seemed like the worst idea of my life. In fact, the whole outfit was a bad choice. It seems, to an overweight housewife in sweats and a t-shirt covered in baby drool, a well figured woman in a business suit looks not professional, but slutty.

I had knocked on eleven doors, and had been greeted by a snarling face at each one. Some of the women had immediately sent me scurrying on my way. Most, however, invited me in long enough to rid me of a few free samples before giving me the boot. I decided I hated this job and was ready to call it quits and head home. There was one house left on the block and I thought what the hell. I may as well make it an even dozen failures. I knocked on the door, and when it was answered, I got my first shock of the day. Standing in the open doorway was not a shabbily dressed, overweight woman, but a man. Well, not just a man. He was in fact an extremely attractive, very sharply dressed, well put together man.

He wore charcoal gray chinos, and a smoky black collarless button-up shirt. I couldnt help staring down the length of him.

I got to his feet and noticed that they were bare. There is something very sexy about the contrast between a mans bare feet and such nice clothes. So sexy in fact, that I could actually feel my softness give a little twitch, as though it were ready to swallow him whole right there on the porch.

I dont know what had come over me.

He asked if he could help me, and his voice just about did me in. It was deep and rich and the sound of it made me feel as though I were about to melt. I could feel my softness not only twitch this time, but actually begin to wetten.

I collected my wits enough to remember why I was in fact there. I asked if the lady of the house was at home. He told me there was no lady of the house.

I felt a mixture of both delight that he was single, and disappointment that there would be no chance for me to enter the house. Id hoped at the very least, I could get a few more lust filled glances at the man.

He asked if there was anything he could help me with, in that golden, sexy voice.

I informed him of my intentions my intention to sell my lotions, not my intention to immediately welcome him into my warm, wet body. He informed me that although he had no wife, there were several females in his family, and invited me into his home to see if he might find something they would like. As I stepped through the door I had the feeling his invitation had nothing to do with perusing my products. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but then maybe he was as turned on as I was. I was breathing rather deeply, and the effect on my already swelling cleavage seemed to be that my breasts rose even higher out of my blouse with each breath. A faint smile touched my lips as I noticed his hazel eyes looking directly at my, afore mentioned cleavage. We entered into an elegant living room, decorated all in varying shades of cream and white. He invited me to sit on the sofa. Once I was seated, he placed himself very closely next to me. With trembling hands I reached into my basket and selected a few scents of body spray.

I informed him the first scent was that of peaches and cream and sprayed it in the air in front of him.

He closed his eyes, smelled the air and nodded his approval. He noticed the other scent I held and as he reached for it, his strong, tanned fingers brushed against mine.

This scent, he said, was his absolute favorite. Lilac. His eyes were intense as he looked at me and said, The only way to truly judge a body spray is to smell it on a womans skin. He reached over, and gently lifted my hair away from my neck.

He sprayed the lilac scent near my throat. I could feel his breath as he leaned in close and inhaled. A sigh escaped my lips as I tilted my head to allow him closer access. My pulse quickened when I felt his lips brushing my skin as he spoke, Very nice. My nipples ached and I could feel them harden, longing to be touched. As he pulled away, I actually heard myself groan at the loss of having him so near. His eyes sparkled as he flashed me a crooked, mischievous smile. Is there a lotion to go along with this, hidden in that basket somewhere? I bent down to get the lotion. As I came back up, bottle in hand, he began to remove my jacket. His voice flowed through me as he took the bottle.

Id love to see how this feels. He squirted some into his hand, and as he began to rub his palms together, I anticipated his touch. He began with my shoulders, gently massaging the lotion in. My eyes closed, and I moaned with pleasure as his hand swept down into the top of my blouse.

My nipples grew tighter as he began to squeeze my breast. He brought his head in close, as if to smell the lotion. His fingers found my nipple, just as his lips began to kiss the base of my throat. I could feel my softness growing wet as he pinched my hardened nipple.

His lips parted and his tongue moved its way up my collar bone. By now he had begun twisting my nipple, and my softness was so wet, I felt as though it were melting.

Just then, I felt him remove his hand from my blouse. He lifted his head, and in a voice made even deeper by lust, I heard him say, I dont know.

Maybe this isnt what I want.

My breath caught in my throat. He had me so damn hot, and now he didnt want me? My distress must have shown on my face, for he quickly amended his words. The lilac is a bit strong. I think maybe we should try a different lotion. Smiling, I reached into my basket and brought out another bottle. I told him that this scent was lavender, similar to the lilac but not as flowery. Of course there was no need for me to have said anything. This was not about lotions or scents. This was all about lust, the desire to play and to be played. Intensity burned in his eyes as he spoke. Id hate to mix scents. I guess well have to find someplace else to use this one.

I flashed him a sly smile as I lifted my skirt to reveal the bare patch of skin above my thigh high, silk stockings. Im afraid my hands smell of lilacs. I believe youll have to rub this in yourself, he said with a grin.

Placing my hands on my thigh, I began working the lotion onto my skin. Slowly, I moved my palm up toward my hip.

I reached the edge of my panties, and slipping one finger inside them, I traced the edge all the way down to my inner thigh.

As I began to circle my hand there, I could feel the wet heat of my softness, seeping through my panties. Now, he was the one groaning as he rose up, off the sofa.

He dropped to his knees in front of me. Placing his hand on mine, he removed it from between my legs, and pinned it against the leather of the sofa.

Using his other hand to raise my skirt higher, he dropped his head to my thigh.

Warm breath caressed my skin.

His lips skidded down my thigh, to the edge of my stocking. I felt his teeth catch my garter, and in an instant, he had it unfastened. I felt the wetness of his tongue, first, through my stocking, and then traveling up toward my softness. I gasped for air, as he sucked at the juices soaked into my silk panties. His fingers moved my panties aside, and my head began to spin as his tongue flicked across my personal place. I writhed and moaned as I felt the pleasures of his tongue dancing around, across, and inside my softness. My legs began to quake.

My head rolled back as I shrieked with ecstasy at the moment of my release. I could feel my juices flooding out, covering him with the proof of my pleasure.

He rose up, and grabbing my hand he pulled me to my feet. The buttons of my blouse flew open quickly, with the aid of his nimble fingers. My skirt soon lay with the blouse, discarded on the floor.

He took a step back, his eyes roving approvingly up and down the length of my body.

My hard nipples pressed against the purple silk of my bra. He teasingly rubbed the back of his knuckles against the hardened peaks as he breathed in deep. A perfect match of color and scent, he whispered. I closed the gap between us.

Reaching down, I carefully unfastened his pants. As my hand slid inside, I got my second surprise of the day. Id expected to enjoy what I had in my hands, but this was beyond my expectation.

As I felt the great length and width of his hard length, my softness again began to pulse. To calm myself, I moved my hands upward and began unbuttoning his shirt. I ran my fingers through the hair on his well muscled chest. Stripping it from him, and tossing it to the floor, my hands again found their way to his pants.

Taking his length in my hand, I slowly began to stroke it.

I began to pick up speed, and impossibly, his length grew even harder. Removing himself from my grasp, he lowered me to the plush carpet. Sliding out of his pants, he dropped down beside me. Grabbing my soaked panties, he guided them down my legs and eased them off, over my high heeled shoes. Raised above me, he used his legs to part my thighs. I ran my hands down the length of him. My nails dug into the flesh of his soft place, as he thrust deep within me. I arched my hips so I could take him fully inside me. I gasped with pleasure as I felt the head of his length pounding deep, against the walls of my softness. I was lost in the rythym of his movements. His length moved expertly within me. Suddenly, in one quick movement he rolled us both over. I landed atop him, his erection still deep inside me.

I rocked my hips forward and felt him buried even deeper into my wet softness.

I moved with slow, teasing motions until it became clear I needed to cum.

I began to grind my softness faster, and harder.

My back arched and my head flew back, I screamed with pleasure. My throbbing softness streamed my hot, wet juices until his hips and thighs were covered. Smiling, he rolled me over onto my back. Sliding his hands down my legs, he raised them into the air.

His lips trailed down my calves as he placed my feet, still in the high heels, atop his shoulders. An intense look came to his eyes as he thrust inside me, deeper than ever. A fire seemed to burn inside him as he shoved himself inside me, harder and deeper each time. I could hardly breathe. My softness tightened and I felt myself cum again. At the same moment he stiffened, and I felt him shudder as he shot his hot load deep within me. I have not seen that sharply dressed, perfectly made man since that day.

Hell, I dont even know his name. That was quite possibly the most perfect sex Ive ever had. I figured, why spoil such an incredible memory?!? And it is a great memory. I dont think of it all the time, I certainly dont dwell on it.

And I dont compare my other sexual encounters to that one. Its just well, whenever I smell lilacs I cant help but smile.