Showroom Part 1

As I ran my hand along her side, I couldn't help but appreciate her classic line, the gentle curves and undulations of her and the smooth, soft feel of her skin. Closing my eyes I imagined how she might feel beneath me I swiftly drove her to ecstasy. Inhaling, I absorbed her fragrance, longing for a taste of her power.

"I have to admit, she's a real beauty. Such classic lines and yet some fiery curves, that's got to touch a man like yourself."

I looked up as the car saleswoman and replied, "It's quite a car."

"Oh it's more than that, an investment like this is a way of life," she said, running her fingers along the door. She continued walking around the car without saying a word, simply running her fingers along the design features. Distracted from the car, I looked closer at the woman, so exotically beautiful. Her jet black hair curled down past her shoulders, curling just a bit above her breasts.

Looking at her face I was immediately drawn to her dark brown eyes, so dark they seemed to burn with a passionate intensity. Her nose was long, but its appearance was softened by her bright red, full lips that seemed to quiver a bit as she breathed. Her dress was low cut and though her breasts weren't large, the slight hint of the lace bra seemed to promise something special.

Her hips were narrow, but she had a firm looking ass that she swayed so seductively as she walked around the car. The dress ran down to her knees, but a high cut slit would open with each step showing the briefest hint of thigh. I could only pry my eyes from her body when she moved over to me and stood so closely that it seemed if I took too deep a breath, my chest would brush against her breasts.

"So, would you like to see how it feels on the inside," she asked, reaching her hand to the car door, brushing against my thigh before grasping the handle and pulling. Moving to get out of the way of the opening car door, I had to squeeze between her and the side view mirror, brushing against her breast as I moved.