Jaz... and the Carpet Man...
By Mr Grumbler
Jaz held off replying to the Accountant simply to delay his response, he wasn’t going to be happy with her reasoning and she wasn’t interested in receiving the phone call that would inevitably follow her email to him. He was a typically pedantic professional and sometimes she questioned whether he actually worked for the Government and not her company.
Today though, Jaz had more important things on her agenda. Jaz was a Director of a Civil Contracting company and often travelled to Sydney for business. The hotels she stayed in had given her the idea to renovate her bathroom and ensuite, which led to hours of redesigning, selecting a colour scheme, choosing tiles and bathroom accessories and of course, selecting an appropriate spa bath. The last thing on her to do list was to chose the carpet; she was determined to continue the classy, elegant style, which she had vehemently demanded throughout the project so she was going to a shop that a colleague had recommended to her.
When she arrived, Jaz made her way in to the carpet shop and wandered around. There didn’t appear to be anyone there so she carried on looking through the numerous swatches and sample books. It was soon obvious that she was going to need a little assistance as she knew nothing about carpet. A youngish man eventually appeared from an open door at the back of the shop. “Hello, can I help..?”
Jaz could tell by his accent that he was British; she was an avid James Bond fan and always blamed it on his accent... It was just so damned sexy.
The young salesman walked out through the doorway, studying Jaz as he moved closer. She must have stood about 5ft 5 tall and her long brown hair was lighter in places where the sun had kissed it and framed her face perfectly.
Her nipples were noticeably protruding from a set of large, full breasts and he just noticed the name ‘Elle’ embroided on the front of her beige top as his eyes passed down her body. The way the sun shone through the front of the shop perfectly outlined her body, her short black skirt clung to her hips and those legs were simply gorgeous; firm, strong and incredibly shapely.
He was guessing that she was in her late twenties early thirties, although she was radiating a confidence and maturity that told him she was older. She was so incredibly sexy that he realised that he wasn’t actually walking towards her; he was being drawn to her. This was not just a girl or a lady; this was an exceptionally enchanting woman.
“Perhaps.... yes....Thank you... ” She appeared to blush and her smile became wider. Her whole face and body moved to a new level of beauty. “Well woman...You’re irresistibly fucking gorgeous, that’s for sure...” He whispered to himself.
“I’m renovating my bedroom and I’m a bit lost on what to buy in the way of carpet.”
Of all the rooms she wanted to carpet, she chose her bedroom. The salesman look towards the ceiling of the showroom and drew his hands to his face and through his hair. Surely he had died and gone to salesman heaven...
He drew a deep breath, composed himself and turned away from her. He eventually responded. “Ok, let’s start with the basics then; what colour are the walls?”
“The feature wall is brown, and the rest of the room is a greyish colour.” She replied as she quickly rustled through her handbag. “Here, I have a plan and the colour samples with me.”
As she collected the samples from her handbag, the front of her top fell slightly away from the body giving him a perfect view of her breasts clad in a cream and red lacy bra. “The room is about five metres by four, plus the bay window and walk-in robe recess”. She said suddenly bringing him back, from that beautiful view he had been enjoying. The salesman smiled and asked if she had a budget for the carpet. Jaz thought a while and replied “Up to a thousand... I suppose... Maybe fifteen hundred.... Perhaps...?”
“No problem, how about a shag...? Pile..! Sorry..!” The salesman shook his head in disbelief. What was he thinking..? Hold on...! He knew what he was thinking; he just couldn’t believe he said it. “Sorry, I was thinking of something else... Sorry.” He was stumbling now and regretted the last comment more than the first. “What I mean is....Umm...What sort of shag were you after...? Sorry... prefer..?” That was no improvement. He was gone for all money now and he knew it. He was giving himself away and looking rather stupid doing it. He had to drop the shag word if it wasn’t too late already.
Jaz smiled at the salesman, men could say the funniest things and were extremely likeable creatures. She played off his comments but had to turn her face away from him in fear she would burst out laughing at his awkwardness. “I do like the feel of a long.... shag” she replied, almost caving into the pressure to laugh uncontrollably. She took her mind off the situation by looking intently around the showroom, although she couldn’t resist and returned to his sheepish gaze: “but I do enjoy a... short one...occasionally...”
The salesman stood perfectly motionless, his mind went completely blank. He needed to recover with something, anything...! Nevertheless, he remained utterly speechless.
”How about we start with the colours and then we work on the patterns and styles...?” Jaz replied, breaking the moment.
“Yeah.” He said shaking his head, he studied the colour samples Jaz had offered him and walked off collecting swatches. “We will need... this one... this one... and... oh... better take that.... and we are going to need this as well” Jaz looked him and couldn’t help but acknowledge to herself that he was kind of handsome. He asked her to follow him into the client suite, which she did and made herself comfortable in one of the chairs he offered her. He came in behind her and placed the sample swatches on the floor next to her and as he bent over her he couldn’t resist the urge to run his eyes slowly over her smooth legs.
“Hang on” He said, “Let me go flip the sign at the front of the shop.” He left her in the room and came back with two glasses of water and placed them on a small table. He picked up the first book and began explaining the differences in Nylon and Wool, quality, durability and suitability. “This one is a favourite of mine, just feel how soft that is” He said as he passed her the swatch. “Run your hands over it, it’s one of the best we have. It’s only a medium loop pile, but it would be easier to vacuum and would definitely suit a bedroom... oh, and it’s pure wool as well”
Jaz did as he said and after agreeing with him, the salesmen offered her a larger sample. “I have an idea, I have a larger remnant sample of this one you can stand on it and feel it on your feet after all we don’t walk on our hands.”
Finally a comment that made her smile for all the right reasons he thought as he got up the leave the room. Jaz was actually enjoying the salesman’s company, she thought he had a cute smile, but it was the twinkle in his eye that she really noticed and it was then she wandered if all customers got special treatment. He came back with a large carpet sample and placed it on the floor in front of her. “Ok, take your shoes of and walk on the sample”.
Jaz took off her shoe’s and smiled at the thought of performing a ‘tread test’ but he was right, it was probably the best way to feel the carpet.
The Salesman watched her take her shoes off and couldn’t help but stare at her feet. He had never had a foot fetish, but he was feeling that he had just begun to develop one. She had very attractive feet and he couldn’t deny it. Her toes had been perfectly painted with a bright red nail varnish that seemed to have a glitter on them. Her skin was smooth and lightly tanned, he couldn’t help but trace his gaze over her rather cute little ankles and then along her legs. He was hardening and he was holding back the desire to tell her exactly what he was thinking.
The feeling of the soft fibres was somewhat relaxing and Jaz looked at the salesman and could see him staring at her feet and ankles. Although she had hoped she was just being silly, she was beginning to think the salesman enjoyed looking at her and this sent an uneasy but flattering bolt of electricity through her. She continued to ignore the thought as she walked a little further and then before she could contain herself, she turned to the salesman and commented “I love it..! ... and I do think you’re gorgeous...”
He stood still, completely astonished by her comment. Jaz just looked down at her feet and the carpet and continued. “So... do you think the carpet.... suits my feet..?” She asked.
The salesman wasn’t going to hold back, Jaz had opened a door and he wasn’t going wait outside a moment longer. “I love your feet on that carpet Ms Jaz...” He moved closer to her and took hold of her hand. “I think the carpet suits everything about you, your hair, eyes, face, legs, ankles, feet, toes and everything else in between. I have studied every inch of you since you have been here and I’m head over heels in love with everything about you... and I have wanted to tell you since the moment you walked in...”
Jaz looked up at the salesman, he was gazing intently into her eyes and she returned his gaze. She knew it probably wasn’t the right thing to do as she knew she was inviting him to move closer, but she couldn’t resist. She tried to tell herself to stop but she couldn’t move. She wanted him. She didn’t want to resist.
He let go of her hands and in one swift action, he slid his right hand through her hair and firmly braced her neck while moving his body towards her. His left hand rested on the side of her neck and face, his left thumb settling under her chin, slightly raising her face upwards. She had closed her eyes and partially opened her mouth. She was ready to be taken and waited for his mouth to bite passionately onto her waiting lips.
He kissed her softly at first and pulled back to absorb the moment. She was going to be his and he hardened at her relaxed, submitting expression. He moved in again, this time with a more passionate determination. He wanted her badly and her body fell limp with pleasure, moaning softly as her moist lips were parted with his soft, increasingly lustful action. She was so fucking hot; he just wanted to eat her.
His tongue slid over her teeth and his mouth worked hers as if he was pleasuring her between her legs. He wanted to taste her sex and fill her with his tongue and if this is as far as it was going, he was going to at least believe he was doing it. Jaz was weakening to the point she could hardly stand, but he held her firmly.
He tilted her head further to expose her neck and hungrily devoured it. He kissed and sucked the side of her neck and down to shoulder uncontrollably. She moaned softly, giving him the indication that she was now wanting.
Sliding his fingers down, he moved her bra straps off her shoulders and kissed her chest, he needed to expose her. He pulled the front of her top and her bra over her breast. He was undressing her and Jaz was moving her body in assistance. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her. Her large breasts now exposed, he cupped them with hands and gently rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She was everything he had imagined and more.
He sank to his knees and pushed her skirt up over her hips, kissing and licking at her inner thighs. He traced his tongue along the edge of her panties, his hands now feeling and clutching her arse.
She couldn’t stand any longer and reached for the chair and lowered herself to her knees. She slid her body down his and they knelt face to face and passionately kissed as their bodies were forced against each other. Jaz felt his hardness now as it was pressed against her hip. She wanted him more and more and eventually forced him on to his back.
Jaz, now kneeling between his legs, pulled at his belt and unzipped his pants. She wanted to please him and make him harder than he had ever been. Pulling down on the sides of his pants, she released his manhood and massaged it rhythmically with her hands. A quick flick of her head flung her hair to the right, exposing the left hand side of her face. She wanted him to see what she was doing; she wanted him to watch as she glided her mouth over his erect and pulsating member.
Jaz took him deep into her mouth, she took his full 6 and a half inches all the way into her throat and held it there, the salesman groaned unashamedly. She slowly lifted her head, dragging her whole tongue along the underside of his shaft then drove herself down again, forcing him deep into her throat once more. As she held it there, he thrust himself upwards, now groaning uncontrollably. She repeated the movement, dragging her tongue up the underside of his member and drove herself down again. This time he threw his head back and clutched the back of her head. He had lost control and clasped her hair in his fists. He thrust upwards once again and groaned louder than ever. He held her there with the head of his hardened member deep down her throat and released. He relaxed momentarily and thrust again, the thought of pushing his fluid into her throat was more than he could handle and she submitted passionately which sent him again and again.
Jaz pulled away as he finally relaxed his body. She had taken all he had and now she was in control, it was his turn to please her. She made her way up his body, removing her panties as she did and sat partly supported on his chest. She took his hair in her left hand and leaned forward to position her sex over his face. “Lick me...” she whispered “Lick my clit Mr Salesman... Hmmmmm...”
The salesman looked at her and noticed a bluestone protruding from her lips and realised she had a hood piercing. He could smell her sweet sex and he wanted to taste her shaven delight. He moved his mouth towards her opening sliding his tongue between the folds of her soft fleshy sex.
He softly dragged his tongue between her lips and up to her piercing. She felt his tongue slide inside her it sent a bolt of lightning coursing through her body; she felt every subtle movement of his tongue and being with someone she had only just met, seemed amplified the sensation like never before. All she knew is that she wanted him deep inside her; she wanted to feel him buried deep in her womb.
She was incredibly wet and the piercing tapped gently against his teeth and he could tell from her reaction that she loved the sound. He explored the inner region of her lips and felt for the little bump lying within her hood. Jaz moaned and sighed as he worked his tongue firmly over her clit, making sure the piercing would tap against his teeth. She began to groan as she rocked her hips a little. She was working with him to ensure her clit was getting the friction it craved for. Eventually, she was moving faster than he could keep up with, so he stopped moving his tongue, leaving it motionless as she rode it herself.
Jaz loved to ride and worked her clit down his tongue and onto his chin and back up to his nose. She was now grinding herself, literally fucking his face and he had no control, she was fucking him in her own way. He reached his left hand around to clasp her breast. Her soft, sexual panting and moaning forced him to move his right hand down to take hold of his member. He had never masturbated in front of anyone else before, but nothing could stop him doing it with this woman.
She still had hold of his hair and she was riding him like he was a toy. Almost, he thought, like he was her bitch. She was gorgeous...! He thought, just simply fucking gorgeous...!
“That’s it...!” She cried, “Toss it while I fuck your face... Oh Yeah..! Oh Fuck..! That’s a good boy... Toss it good...!”
Hearing those words made his prostate pulse and his member rigid; he wanted to slide inside of her right there and then. He had her sex dripping down his chin and throat, she tasted like heaven and he could have died happy right there and then. He felt her pull his hair harder and she pushed herself down hard on his face. With a deep long groan, she came. Suddenly his face became wetter than ever, she was gushing slightly and it was running down his neck and all through his hair.
Jaz slumped forward and rolled on to her back as he spontaneously made his way on top her. Looking down on her in a missionary position he braced himself for what he was about to do. She looked up at him, ran her hands down his chest and around his back, then moved them back his chest, resting her fingers over his nipples. She looked in to his eyes. “Fuck Me..!” She whispered and gently squeezed on his nipples, slightly twisting them enough to make him grimace.
The salesman didn’t need telling twice he placed the head of his cock against her pussy and gently slide inside her, and then he pulled almost out of her and moved it in again. He worked it in and out rhythmically until he built up to firm and fast pace. Jaz slid her hand between them and began fondling her clit. She was so hot and his cock slid in and out of her faster and faster and he could feel the sweat forming on his body, she began to moan loudly and he felt a strange sensation reaching deep into his groin. She was building again and she was bringing him on. He had never felt it before and couldn’t hold back. Jaz had hooked her feet around his calf muscles and as her intense orgasm took control of her body, she forcefully straightened her legs. Her inner thighs were pressing crushingly on his thighs and he thought his legs were going to snap at any second. He lost control. He reached his climax and poured hot thick ropes of cum deep inside her. She was still rubbing herself frantically and again she forcibly straightened her legs, her body arched and her head reached backwards once again.
Jaz eventually relaxed, she was totally spent. The salesman lay on top of her totally exhausted as well. He didn’t want to move, he wanted to stay on top of her forever. Eventually his member made the decision for him. He slowly moved his softened, spent member out of her and rolled on to his back.
Jaz eventually broke the silence; “I think this carpet will do... quite nicely...”
“You’re fucking incredible.” He replied. “I think I could do a good price for you too.”
“Well, that would be nice, although I hope you’re not going to embarrass me.” She replied. The last thing Jaz wanted was to feel like she had just prostituted herself for a discount.
“Ms Jaz,” He said as reached over to kiss her “I’m sure we can talk business.”
“Well, Mr Salesman, show me where your bathroom is and I’ll be back to discuss the... details.” She said, testing his hardness once again.
As Jaz made her way to the bathroom she reflected on what she had just done. She didn’t know she had in her and with a total stranger too. Hmmmm, she thought...This may not be the last time either......... Perhaps...