It was back in the late sixties and I was working on a door to door sales job, selling vacuum cleaners. The Electrolux Z65 if I remember right, available in any colour as long as it was red and white. The money was good and I was making a good living as well as fringe benefits. We used to work late afternoon and early evening as this was the best time to find both the husband and wife at home. Almost as soon as I started the job I was told about the ‘OMO’ circle. It was explained to me that OMO stood for “Old Man Out” and meant that the lady of the house was alone and wanted a bit of male company. She would put a packet of OMO in the window to advertise the fact. For those that don’t remember it, OMO was a popular washing powder at the time. The takers were usually tradesmen. Milkmen, postmen or the one that interested me, door to door salesmen. I’d been on the job for almost a year and been all over the country with the firm but still hadn’t come across the soapbox and was beginning to think my colleagues were pulling my leg. Then something happened that really changed my mind.
We were working down in Cornwall, in the Truro area I think and I’d been assigned a small council estate. I’d been on the knocker for about half an hour, so it would be around 4-30 and was walking up towards a house, when I stopped dead in my tracks. There in the window was a packet of OMO. Could it be, had I found the elusive sex starved female. Now at the time I was in my late teens and didn’t have a regular girl friend and the thought of a horny lady waiting for me behind the front door soon had me responding in the usual manner. I took a deep breath and continued walking up the path until I standing on the doorstep. My hand was shaking as I reached up towards the knocker and I almost bottled out and turned tail but I swallowed hard and knocked on the door. After a couple of seconds I heard someone walking down the hall and the door swung open. As I introduced myself to the lady of the house, I could see that she was giving me the once over. I gave her the usual sales patter, the patter that was normally greeted with a polite “No thank you” and was surprised when she invited me in before I could finish the spiel.
As she walked infront of me down the hall it was my turn to check her over. She appeared to be a couple of years older than me and was roughly my height. She was slightly over weight but nothing serious. She had nice rounded ass cheeks that jiggled inside the loose fitting skirt that she was wearing as she walked. She opened a door and waved her hand for me to go inside. I found myself in the lounge and instantly noticed that this was the room with the window where the OMO packet was.
The lady smiled at me and sat down on the couch. “Okay,” she said, “show me what you’ve got.” Even as inexperienced as I was, I knew that there was a double meaning in her comment. I put the box down on the floor and bent down to remove the cleaner from it. As my eyes flicked up, I found that I was looking straight up her skirt and I was sure that she knew it too. I took the cleaner out of the box and began to explain the finer points of the product. She just sat there and I could see that it wasn’t the product she was interested in. Her eyes were somewhere else and there’s no prizes for guessing what. My cock was rock hard and with my tight trousers, which were the fashion of the day, it was quite obvious. I gave her the usual spiel until I got to the power of the suction. “The suction on this model is second to none,” I told her as I switched the machine on. She suddenly got up and walked over to the window and removed the packet of soap powder, then walked back towards me. I stopped in mid sentence as she came and stood right next to me. “It’s a bit noisy,” she said, “I can hardly hear you. Why don’t you bring it over to the couch then I’ll be able to hear what you’re saying.
She went and sat back down and patted the seat beside her. “Here, sit here, that should make it easier,” she said.
“Easier!!! Harder,” I thought but did as she asked.
“Now what were you saying about the suction?” I repeated the well practised spiel and saw her smile.
“I know something that has better suction,” she said as she looked down into my lap, “and it’s much more fun.”
I looked at her feigning innocence, but knew exactly what she meant. It was pretty clear that she was making a pass at me and me being the young horny bastard that I was, I wasn’t going to let it slide. “And just what would that be?” I asked, keeping up the pretence.
With that, she reached over and unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my flies. I forgot all about the Z65 and leant back and let her have her way. She pulled the top of my pants apart and put her hands on the swelling in my underpants.
“Mmm,” she said softly, “you have quite a good hose of your own there.”
I just leant back, my hands behind head leaving her to explore my lower region. I knew what was coming but still gasped as she slid her hand down the top of my underpants and her fingers brushed the tip of my knob. She pulled her hand out and put her fingers into her mouth and sucked them. “Mmm, that tastes nice,” she said and I realised that she was sucking my pre-cum off them.
She returned her hand to my waist and pulled the front of my underpants down. My cock sprang out and she groaned softly. “Oh yes, that is a nice looking hose,” she said as she lowered her head into my lap.
I looked down just in time to see my knob disappearing between her lips then felt her tongue washing over it. I just sat there watching her head bobbing up and down on my cock, she was taking the full eight inches and I could feel her brushing my pubes each time she took the full length into her throat. It wasn’t long before I felt my balls tighten and knew I was about to blow my load.
“Oh shit,” I gasped, “I’m coming.”
I expected her to pull her mouth off my cock, but instead she increased her suction and the speed of her bobbing. It was plain she wanted me to come in her mouth, and who was I to deny her. My cock suddenly erupted and my cumm shot into her mouth. I felt her throat contacting as she swallowed everything I had to give. After a couple of minutes, my flow stopped and she lifted her head and smiled at me. “Mmm that was good,” she said, as she licked her lips. “Why don’t you call back after you’ve finished and you can finish your demonstration. Oh don’t worry, my husband is on the trawlers and won’t be back for at least another three days. So we have plenty of time for a full demo.”
I packed the cleaner back into the box and said that I would be back at around nine after I’d been back to the hotel and changed. I suddenly realised that we didn’t know each other’s names. “Mike,” I said, “I’m Mike.” She kissed me on the cheeks. “Hazel, my name’s Hazel.”
“Right,” I said, “I’ll see you later Hazel around 9-00.” With that I headed for the door and carried on with my round.
The rest of the shift dragged and I was lucky that I didn’t get any more demo invites, my cock was rock hard for the whole afternoon, despite the treatment Hazel had given it. As soon as I got back to the hotel I stripped off and lay on the bed, my cock had been really uncomfortable, trapped in my tight trousers and to just lay there was relief enough. Finally my erection started to fade of its own accord and I went and took a shower. I splashed the ‘Brut’ on and put on clean underpants, with a clean shirt and fresh pants. I had to ask Brian, the boss if I could borrow the van for the night and agreed, giving me a knowing smile as he handed me the keys.
Hazel lived about ten minutes drive out of town and I was soon pulling up in her street. I was still a bit wary about the situation so I parked the van about a 100 yards from her house and walked the rest. As I was about to knock the door, it swung open and my half hard cock suddenly became fully hard. Hazel had dressed to impress. She was wearing a short, pink, lacy nightie over a pink bra and pantie set. She ushered me down the hall but instead of going into the lounge, she led me up the stairs to the bedroom.
As soon as the door was closed behind us she turned and kissed me hard on the lips. “Oh Mike,” she moaned, “I’ve been waiting for this all afternoon. I’ve been thinking of your big thick cock ever since you left.” She wildly tore my shirt off and unclipped my trousers and pushed them down over my hips, leaving me standing thee in just my underpants, which soon followed my trousers in a heap round my ankles. She pulled me towards the bed and sat down on it, spreading her legs as she did. “Now it’s time to check your suction,” she laughed as she pulled me down to my knees. “Show me how your suction works on my pussy.” I dropped to my knees and shuffled forwards between her thighs. Her pink lacy panties were pulled tightly across her cunt lips and I could see the damp patch on them. “Suck my cunt Mike, make me come with your tongue.”
I moved my head forwards and breathed in the mixed aroma of her arousal and her perfume. I began to run the back of my fingers over the pink lace mound and she gasped as they passed over her clit. Foreplay was my forte and I was determined, that after the amazing blow job she’d given me earlier I was really going to give her a good time before she felt my cock in her.
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