Interior Decorator

Maria is twenty five, single, young interior decorator and salesperson in her family’s furniture store. She needed to a close deal. The task, however, was proving more difficult than she had hoped. Various delays were causing buyers to have second thoughts. Today she was hoping a buyer would come in and close a deal. Not being one to routinely use her natural good looks to her advantage when dealing with men, Maria reluctantly pulled a tight fitting sleeveless sweater from her closet and a complementary short skirt. With only a small pair of panties underneath, she felt awkwardly clad.

But this was a big deal for her personally—being able to make the move without the involvement of her family members. She stared into the mirror with resolve, brushing her black hair into perfect shape and highlighting her lips to just the right glow. Maria cringed at the amount of cleavage showing under the sweater. Then turned and headed for the store.

Thus, I was excited to go to Haverity’s to look for furniture and an interior decorator. Maria was recommended to me by a friend, then I met her briefly at the store. Oh, yeah. The dark haired beauty with the fabulous eyes and long legs and full breasts. That Maria. I had good news for Maria, but she didn’t know it…yet. Maria arrived at the store five minutes early and stood nervously in the show room. She tugged at her skirt, attempting to get it at least half way down her thighs. This was crazy, she thought. But she had to make this sale.

Soon, she saw me coming towards the store. “Hi, Maria. Good to see you again.” I extended my hand at the same time Maria was opening the door. “Hi, John.” My eyes didn’t meet hers until conducting a thorough scan of her sleek body. “Come in.” I entered the store and walked side-by-side with her around the show room, until they entered her little office. I closed the door behind them. “Have a seat,” she said. I sat in an office chair facing Maria’s desk. I pulled a small book from my pocket. “Well, I think we have some good news.” I watched for her response.

“Oh? What is it?” she asked, leaning slightly forward in her chair. I went on to explain the intricacies of the decorating requirements and how close Maria was to meeting my prerequisites to closing. She did recognize my pleasure that they were near completion of the deal. During their discussion, I fought the strong urge to stare at the her breasts, pushing against the soft material of her sweater. The tanned skin that was visible was flawless. And her legs had the silky smooth look of a teenager.

Finally, after fifteen minutes of dialogue, I got up and walked around to Maria’s chair. She studied me as I moved beside her, then slowly behind her. ” I’d hate for this deal to fall through after all your work.” I said.
Maria flinched when my fingers touched her bare arms. M hands slid up to her shoulders. She felt me play with the back of her hair, then her neck. ” It’s possible that you will need to bring the last of the paperwork out to my place,” I said.

Maria sat silently as the my hands moved around her neck and down the front of her sweater. She felt me press against her chair from behind. My fingers followed the curve of the sweater’s v-shaped neckline down to the top of her breasts. They lingered there, taking in the silkiness of her skin.

“You do want deal, right?” I asked softly. She knew what she had to say. The word came slowly.
“Yes.” It was almost a whisper. My hands were on her breasts, but on top of her sweater. I felt for her nipples and squeezed them lightly. Maria felt the sensation all the way to her pussy. “Excellent,” I replied. “Because I want to work with you.” I was alternating between cupping Maria’s breasts and manipulating the nipples until they screamed for more attention. She wanted to get out of the chair, but couldn’t…for whatever reason.
I leaned over until my face was next to Maria’s ear. “Spread your legs.”

Maria lifted the top leg and planted her foot on the floor. Then she separated her legs a few inches. Simultaneously, My right hand slid inside her sweater and touched her left breast. “Pull up your skirt.”
My hand squeezed her nipple harder than I had squeezed before. Maria’s body shook with pleasure, her heart pounding from fear. Despite what her mind was telling her, she pulled up on the sides of the skirt until the black panties covering her pussy peeked out from underneath. “Touch them,” I whispered.

“I don’t…um,” Maria began. I put nearly her entire breast in my hand and kneaded it roughly, ending with a tight pinch of her nipple. “I said touch your panties.” Maria put a finger on the outside of her panties, not knowing what I wanted next.