Prologue
Door Knocker and Traveling Salesman, Rohan, encounters a beautiful curvy single mother on a hot day in a Mumbai suburb. His lust for her doesn’t go unanswered as both Rohan and Swati live out their fantasy together…

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Rohan climbed each step of the house making his way carefully to door taking not of the drawn blinds as he approached it. Approaching the front door he gave a loud and assertive knock. Rohan stood at the door, six foot one with deep black eyes. He had large hands and a muscular build with his chest pushing out of uniform blue polo. He stood in an at-ease military stance with his hands behind his back and his sales tablet around his neck awaiting his next prospect to answer the door. He could hear footsteps approaching the door. Rohan quickly raised his blue Ray Ban sunglasses snug onto his forehead so that he could meet eyes with his new prospect. As his arms were secured behind his back his muscles shown in a semi-erect fashion, not full flex, but at half flex.

Rohan was a traveling door-to-door salesmen for a major alarm company in Mumbai. He was in the top tier of his company earning a difficult six figures. While his coworker would spend their money on lavish life styles and woman, Rohan preferred to invest and surf the wave of life that is the field of knocking doors. Each day was a new adventure and he never knew who would answer that door next.

Rohan’s eyes were affixed on the door as he listened to the knob turn and the door slowly open. He was ready to throw his opening pitch out at the new prospect but he stumbled and lost his words for just a brief moment, a rare occasion for him. In the doorway stood a female homeowner five foot ten with beautiful dirty blond hair that flew down to her shoulders. Her eyes, however dark, had an inviting sparkle to them as the sun’s reflection shown in her corneas. She was wearing a black top with no button but a slit to show off her cleavage. Her large breasts pushed out her shirt and complimented her broad shoulders. Her curves filled out the rest of her top pushing the shirt out at the hips giving Rohan the image of her behind, perfectly round, in his head. Her thighs filled out her black pants also.

As unprofessional as it was he broke eye contact with her and glanced down briefly with just his eyes and saw the beautiful outline of her crotch pushed snug against her pants. His eyes met hers again and he smiled a small smile just in case she noticed him peek at her beautiful full bodied vagina.

Hismind flashed as he cracked the smile, this big beautiful woman who looked to be in her early forty’s grab him by the head and right there in broad daylight in the entrance to her home, shoved his face between her legs so that his mouth would be up against her beautiful plump vagina. She would excrete cum adding a lush flavor to the fabric of her pants as he would push in as hard as possible with his tongue to penetrate her vagina through her pants. He would close his lips tight, as to suck hard so that even the smallest drop of cum would seep through her pants onto his tongue so that he could taste this beautiful creature’s flavor. She would moan and with not a care in the world to her neighbors. As he would be on his knees, head held securely between her large thighs, hands holding his head in and up, and her vagina and pelvis pushed out toward the street dripping, soaking her pants, mixing with his saliva and drool he would pleasure her.

Rohan wiped the smile off his face, lowered his threaded eye-brows and spoke in his most serious voice yet to date and began his alarm pitch. He would gauge her facial expressions. Rohan had become a professional at reading faces in order do his job. She was hard to read, but he never stopped talking as her body was yelling at the top of its lungs, “I’m Interested!” Her face and torso were directly square with his military at-ease stance. Her eyes, affixed on his with a warm welcoming smile, almost saying, “Why are you hear, I want to hear more, keep talking.” Behind here eyes and eyebrows was a glimmer of a seductive stare. This seductive stare was something Rohan learned to spot. It was a way for him to earn their trust and relate to them. Having door after door slammed on your face, you learn to look for those who want something. You present your product and debate like your argument likea professional. Out of one hundred doors a day, Rohan would get different degrees of seductive stares, glares, smirks and more. This time, she tried to hide it and he had to look very hard as she spoke to see it in her eyes. Even then, he felt that it was more of a gut reaction, a psychic reading, an educated guess that she showed this interest. He quickly adjusted the pitch in order to adapt to the situation.

“I can come inside and show you and your husband how our system works, even design a new system for your home full with price quote.” He paused and looked at her, she looked at him. He could see it in her face that she didn’t have a husband, “Let me show you what our system looks like.” Rohan took a step up to the welcome mat and moved in close to the homeowner, he had to be professional when he worked a seductive cue in order to avoid human resources calls. He was just in her personal space, not close enough to meet her lush lips, but close enough, if she was a close friend, to make a move in for a hug.

He stood off to her side a little and she turned and faced her large breasts toward him with her entire body. From the step up to the mat to grabbing his tablet to show the presentation was one fluid motion. As he looked down at the tablet and as she gazed into his eyes, he let his eyes rake down across her cleavage so that she would notice. He ignored his action and looked at his tablet. He saw her adjust her right foot to move in a little bit closer to him. He could smell her perfume, it was exotic and expensive. He knew he had her with the step in she took. Rohan held up his tablet to show off the presentation as he moved shoulder to shoulder with the homeowner. She again shifted her body close to him in an angle with her breasts slightly toward his chest.

She spoke as he finished his presentation, “Seeing as I don’t have a husband to answer to, come inside.” She walked into her home holding the door open for Rohan, stepping up into the doorway. As she stood up her hips shifted up to one side pressing her voluptuous ass cheek against her pants. Rohan couldn’t help but look down. As she turned her head to see if was following, he caught her head turn in his peripherals and raised his head from her ass and the vision of her sprawled out naked on a bed came to his mind. Her body was flowing loosely out without the constraints of cloths for her curves to be constricted by. As his eyes met hers again she smiled at him and turned her head forward in confidence looking up high and she lead him upstairs into her living room.

There was a large TV on the wall and pictures of her daughter by the side of the couch.