Cindy stepped out of the bathtub and patted herself dry with a thick, fluffy towel. She'd let her hair down, and it hung straight, well past her shoulders. Since she'd kept her hair pinned up in recent months, never letting it down when her mother could see it, her mother never realized just how long it had grown lately. It was blonde and lustrous, satiny. Her mother would have been furious to see it so long, would have called it a vain and sinful display.
Cindy spread a thin layer of baby oil all over her body, giving her smooth skin a sheen and a sweet scent. Her pussy was still pulsating pleasantly from her jerk-off, but she tried not to dwell on the sensations for fear she'd be tempted to jerk-off again. She couldn't let masturbation become a habit.
The house was quieter than it had ever been, and Cindy realized that she'd never been alone in the house for any length of time without her mother being somewhere nearby to watch her every move and to give her orders. Her mother's constant presence in the house had been like a noise, and now that noise was gone.
Cindy pulled on panties, jeans, and a clean white blouse. She didn't bother to put on a bra or shoes. It was wicked not to wear a bra, but not terribly wicked. The freedom she felt exhilarated her.
She took a novel she'd been secretly reading out into the sunshine with her and relaxed on the porch swing. It was delightful to be able to read without her mother's interference. Her mother disapproved of her reading any books but the Bible, religious books, and her school textbooks, and she'd have burned the novel if she'd ever discovered Cindy with it.
Cindy became so engrossed in her book that she didn't hear the car until it had pulled up alongside the house. She dropped her book and watched a man climb out and head for the porch, wiping his brow with a handkerchief.
"Morning," he said. "A touch warm, ain't it?"
He wore a sport shirt and carried a large suitcase.
"My parents aren't home," Cindy said.
"Well then, that makes you the lady of the house, don't it, young lady? And I'm here to talk to the lady of the house." He climbed up onto the porch.
Cindy didn't know whether to slip into the house and slam the door, which is what her mother had always done when confronted by traveling salesmen – unless they were Bible salesmen – or to simply tell the man that she wasn't interested, and that he should leave. She thought of something even better.
"I don't have any money," she said. "I can't buy anything."
"I can come back later and make a delivery when you have some money," the man said. "But as long as I'm here now, we can fit you with a new pair of shoes right now. How does that sound?"
"Well…"
"I knew the second I drove up that you'd be in need of new shoes. My, look at those pretty young feet, all bare and in need of new shoes." He dropped the suitcase on the porch in front of Cindy and knelt at her feet. He opened the suitcase, which was stuffed with women's shoes in various colors.
"I really don't need…"
"Here's a pair oughta fit you." He grabbed Cindy's left foot and jammed a blue shoe onto it. He jammed one onto her other foot. "Ain't that pretty? Shows off your toes real nice, don't it? Get up now and see how they feel."
Cindy didn't know what to do. She stood up and clopped around the porch in the shoes.
"Too tight," she said. "Look, I really don't…"
"Sit right down here and we'll fit you with another pair."
With a sigh of resignation, Cindy plopped her ass back down on the porch swing and let the salesman fit her with another pair of shoes. Ironically now, she wished her mother were there to handle the situation.
"Where's your folks?" salesman shoved a larger, red pair of high heels onto her feet. "Gone to town," Cindy said.
"Expect 'em back soon?"
"Not for hours, and I don't think they'll have any money when they get back, either."
"Hmm. Ain't them shoes gorgeous, honey? I got a daughter about your age, a pretty girl just like you, and she owns a pair just like 'em."
"They're still too tight," Cindy said. "Look, I really…"
"Oh, I hope I ain't hurt your pretty feet forcing 'em into tight shoes." He pulled the shoes off and started rubbing her toes.
Cindy giggled nervously. "Don't!"
She tried to pull her feet away.
The salesman held on. He took a firmer hold on her feet, his fingers and thumbs digging in as he massaged.
"Just relax. I'm a man who knows about girls' feet. I'm an expert of sorts. Yes sir, a real expert on pleasing a lady's feet. You got pretty feet, girl. Yes sir, real pretty."
Cindy couldn't deny that the massage felt good, but she couldn't relax in the presence of this strange salesman. His face was all red, sweat beaded on his forehead, and he was breathing louder and faster by the second.
"You're a real pretty farm-girl," he said. "Ain't seen a farm-girl pretty as you in a long time."
He leaned forward suddenly and kissed her feet. Before Cindy could pull back, he was sucking her toes.
Cindy started to gasp and pant, partially with panic, partially with excitement. The man's hot tongue slithered between her toes. His fat lips smacked. Itchy, sexy sensations shot through her feet and toes. Her cunt started to throb. Her tits swelled in her blouse, her nipples pressing against the white cotton fabric.
"I have to go inside," she said. "I really have to go! I have chores to do!"
"Relax," the man said.
He licked her feet all over and rubbed her spit wet toes on his chubby, stubbly cheeks. He lapped at her soles, licked between her toes, and sucked her toes like a calf.
"Gorgeous farm-girl feet," he muttered. "Oh man!"
Cindy squirmed on the porch swing, not knowing what to do, hardly able to think. The sensations caused by the man's foot-licking and toe-sucking made her want to shove her hand down in her jeans and stick a finger up her pussy and jerk-off.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned. "Ohhhh!"
The man dropped her feet. He pushed his head between her legs, pressed his mouth to the crotch of her jeans, and started sucking.
Cindy's eyes rolled from the sensation. "Don't! Oh God!"
The man forced her legs wider apart and gnawed at her cunt through her jeans. Cindy quivered, too weak to push his head away, too weak to even think of fighting him.
The man slid up higher and sucked her nipples through her blouse. Cindy squeezed him between her legs. Her cunt nearly spasmed with each suck of his lips at her tits. He moved up and kissed her, sliding his fat tongue into her mouth. Cindy moaned, helpless, her young body a squirming, throbbing mass of heat and sensation. Mechanically, she sucked his tongue.
He pulled off her blouse, pulled down her jeans, and peeled off her panties. Cindy giggled, dizzy and out of her mind. She'd never felt so naked.
"Candy crotch," the man muttered. He shoved her legs wide apart and buried his balding head between her thighs. He spread her cuntlips with his thumbs and licked the pink, wet pussymeat between them.
Cindy's toes curled. She tossed her blonde head from side to side, humping her pussy at the man's licking, sucking mouth.
"Yes!" she moaned. "Yes!"
The man growled like a dog. His nose and lips were buried between her swollen cuntlips. His tongue wiggled in her pussyhole, buried inside her, licking out the fluffy folds and tasty crevices of her virgin pussy.
Cindy draped her legs over his shoulders, digging her toes into his back, squeezing his fat head between her thighs. His cunt-sucking sent fuck sensations pulsing throughout her body. She grabbed her tits and massaged them, rubbing and pinching her nipples. It all felt so good she wanted to scream.
"Honey-bitch," the man mumbled, his mouth full of cunt. "Sweet, young pussy!"
He slurped up the cuntjuices bubbling out of her, nibbled on her clit, and sucked on the sizzling meat of her inner cuntlips.
"Mmm, mmmmm!"
Cindy noticed that his right arm was jerking as he twisted his head between her thighs. Through the spaces between the slats of the swing seat, she could see his hand jerking up and down on his big, glassy-headed cock, which stuck out of the fly of his pants.
Fluid bubbled from the gaping pinhole of his cock and dribbled down over his knuckles. Some of the fluid seeped under his foreskin, and as his foreskin slid up and down around the edge of his swollen cock-knob, it made squishy noises. Cindy could smell a musky aroma rising from his cock, and the smell excited her is much as the sight of his cock did.
"Oooooh!" she squealed, grinding her cunt in his mouth, fucking herself on his probing, twisting tongue. The fuck tension in her loins mounted. The sensations shooting through her cunt reached a maddening pitch. She squealed again as her pussy exploded with spasms.
The salesman growled, sucking the cuntjuices out of her, munching and sucking and licking her contracting pussy. His nose rubbed her clit. His tongue darted into her steaming fuckhole again and again.
As Cindy spumed with ecstasy, feeding him her sweet female juices, the salesman jerked his cock to an ecstasy of it's own. He grunted, his body shuddered, and his hot jism shot against the underside of the swing, some of it splashing against Cindy's legs and ass through the spaces between the slats.
Cindy watched the cum spurting from the man's bucking cock, and the sight of him shooting his jism increased her excitement and intensified the sensations racking her pussy. She caught some of the hot, sticky jism with her fingers and rubbed it on her nipples. She tightened her leg lock on the man's head and ground her cunt in his mouth.
Cindy's legs finally relaxed and fell away from the man's head. He was breathing hard, as if having a heart attack. Shakily, he sat back. Cindy's pussycream clung to his lips and chin, some of her blonde pussy hair stuck to it.
After a few moments, the man blinked his eyes and looked quickly behind himself. He seemed nervous, like a man who'd just awakened from a trance and had discovered that he'd murdered somebody in a fit of temporary insanity. He glanced at his watch.
"Gotta be going," he said. "Late? Way behind schedule! Way behind schedule!" He stuffed the shoes back in his suitcase, forced the suitcase shut, and stood up. His cock, dripping with cum, dangled from his open fly, and he stuffed it back in his pants as hastily as he'd stuffed the shoes into the suitcase? He lugged the suitcase to his car, wiping Cindy's cuntjuice off his mouth on the way. Without a word to Cindy, he started his car, spun his tires as he backed up and turned around, then tore off, leaving a cloud of dust behind.
Cindy got down off the porch swing and inspected the pool of the man's cum under it. She dipped her fingers in the cum, then raised her hand to her nose and sniffed. The potent aroma made her blink. She couldn't resist tasting the sticky fluid. She found it salty and bittersweet. She couldn't say she was crazy about the taste, and yet, she found her mouth watering for more.
Crouching like a cat, her naked ass up in the air and licked by the sunshine, she lapped up the pool of freshly shot cum. She licked the cum off the swing, too. She smacked her lips and wiped her mouth. As she started to dress, she realized that the salesman had run off with her panties.