The Avon Lady Sex Stories 2024 – Y2Stories

When I overheard that the Avon lady was a lesbian, I made an appointment. I wanted to meet with her without my mother’s presence. I was on a mission.

By the time I was sixteen I was a novice bisexual girl. ‘Sleepovers’ remained as the cover for my illicit activities. I had a large group of friends yet only a few were my lovers. Yet I still had a strong attraction for mature women.

One afternoon I overheard my mother talking with a neighbor on the phone. I could tell by the tone in her voice that she was upset. ‘Yes, I strongly suspect she’s a lesbian,’ I heard her say. That caught my attention, fast. I began to listen more closely. Finally, I heard a name ‘Samantha, yes, that’s her,’ I heard my mother say. My mother claimed that she was flirting with her customers. I quietly faded out of the kitchen. What offended my mother, stirred her daughters’ juices.

I began to fantasize about it constantly, I thought of an idea. I called a local representative and asked if they knew how I could contact her. She offered to stop by, but I told her I was already committed. She recommended that I call the H.Q. for assistance.

A few hours later I had her phone number, thanks to ‘customer support.’ I was beyond excited. I was a sophomore in High school and a cheerleader. I used my legs to lure others, it was my best asset. My love for exhibitionism was about to pay off. I spent several days planning what I wanted to wear and say during her visit. I reached over and picked up the phone and dialed that number. My heart was racing.

Her voice was so kind. ‘I want to order some perfumes for my mother, but I don’t want her to know, can you help me? I asked. ‘Absolutely,’ she replied. She offered to visit and display her new line of products as well. I was so excited. I made the appointment.

I could barely sleep the night before. I purposely set the appt. for 1pm. I chose to wear some Lycra shorts that I wore many years ago. I had grown considerably since then. They were so small, yet they displayed my cheeks so beautifully. I wore a tube top and some white tennis shoes.

As the time neared, I became nervously aroused. When I heard the door-bell ring, my heart started pumping. I slowly opened the door, ‘Good afternoon,’ I said, with a smile. ‘Oh wow, you must be Carrie,’ she said, as she struggled to maintain eye contact, (my shorts). ‘Thank you for helping me,’ I said, ‘please come inside,’ I added. I purposely turned to close the door, allowing for a view of my cheeks.

‘I’m so glad you could make it today’, I said. ‘I’m glad that you chose me to serve you,’ she replied. I invited her to sit on the sofa nearby. I sat down beside her. I wanted to display my thighs in full view, in hopes they would initiate a thought.

‘It’s a beautiful day,’ I said, as she assembled her products. ‘It sure is,’ she replied. While she was distracted, I was examining her. She was about thirty-five, a brunette, maybe 5’7″ and a delicious pair of breasts. I stole peeks at her cleavage as she continued to organize herself. She was sexy. When she turned, she caught a glimpse of my thighs, yet she quickly looked away. I asked her if I could view her perfumes first.

She displayed a few. ‘May I sample it?’ I asked. ‘Of course,’ she said, then she sprayed a mist on my forearm. ‘MMM, that’s nice,’ I said. I pointed to a different one, ‘what’s that?’ I asked. As she described it, my eyes went straight to her chest. The way she leaned forward when talking allowed for a candid view. I was captivated!

‘I’m sorry, would you like a cup of tea or some coffee? I asked. ‘A cup of tea would be fine,’ she replied. My heart was racing, I knew when I stood up, my cheeks were going to be on display. I rose from the sofa and walked towards the kitchen. It felt like a mile away. Those shorts were unforgiving.

When I got to the kitchen, I was dizzy with excitement. I knew at that moment she too was surprised by what she just witnessed. As I leaned over to hand her the cup of tea, I stared straight down her top. She caught me. She blushed and looked away. She attempted to continue but I could tell she was rattled.

When I sat back down, I rested closer to her. ‘What’s that?’ I asked. Just then I rested my foot on the base of the coffee table which elevated that thigh. Her darting glances were inspiring. I knew I was on the right path.

By now, my arms were no longer able to capture the following samples. When she handed me the next bottle, I sprayed the mist on my knee. ‘MMM,’ that’s nice’, I said, as I raised my knee for a sniff. Her mouth gaped slightly in surprise. ‘This perfume is my best seller,’ she said, as she handed it to me. Again, I sprayed it on my other knee and raised it for a sample. ‘Oh, I like this one a lot,’ I said as I sniffed it off my knee, ‘smell,’ I said, as I placed my knee in range. She cautiously leaned forward and captured the scent from my knee. ‘That’s very alluring,’ she said, as the tone of her voice shifted. ‘You are a free spirit,’ she said, as she fluttered her eyes. I pointed to three of them to purchase. She was delighted.

Her makeup case was large, so I volunteered to sit in a chair across from her. It was part of my plan as well. That brief shot of my cheeks didn’t go unnoticed. When I turned to sit down, I saw her bite her bottom lip in response. I was about to taunt her even further now. I patiently waited for the right time.

As she continued to display her products, I had a display in mind for her too. At some point I slowly raised my thigh and placed that foot on the seat cushion of the chair. She stuttered in her performance immediately. Her eyes quickly darted to my ‘not so lady-like’ position. I acted like I was unaware.

A few seconds later, I began rocking that thigh back and forth, ever so delicately. When she looked at me, I was gazing directly at her cleavage, and she knew it. The pause in her delivery was recognized, the tension was already building. I knew my age was my biggest obstacle, but I wasn’t going to retreat. My thigh was stealing the show, so was her cleavage. We were both becoming distracted. Finally, I rested my back into the chair and tossed that thigh far to the side. That invitation was hard to ignore. I pretended to be focused on her demonstration while my obvious camel-toe was staring at her face.

She was no longer looking into my eyes, her focus was elsewhere. My heart was pounding! Her glances were turning me on immensely. When she wasn’t looking, I was scooting myself to the edge of the cushion. Inch by inch, I was progressing. Eventually, I had arrived. It became more difficult to conceal my intentions. Her delivery tempo began to decrease was well.

Eventually, she rested her brochure to the side, and sort of chuckled nervously. She looked into my eyes, then she glanced at my spread in disbelief. ‘I’m struggling to focus at the moment,’ she said. I smiled bashfully, ‘I am too.’ She dropped her head and smirked. ‘Do you like what you see?’ I asked. She tossed her head back and gasped, then she stared directly at my spread. ‘You have a way of drawing someone’s attention,’ she said, as she adjusted her seating. She looked away and smiled.

There was a brief period of silence as we both pondered the situation before us. ‘Is there another reason why you contacted me?’ she asked. ‘We share a similar interest,’ I replied. She blushed immediately. ‘How old are you Carrie? she asked. ‘I’m sixteen,’ I replied. She shook her head from side to side with a subtle smile. She leaned back into the sofa and stared at the ceiling, ‘maybe I should go,’ she said, as she attempted to gain her composure.

‘Please don’t,’ I replied. I’d like to purchase that makeup kit to the left’ I said. She slid it towards the perfume I selected as well. ‘You’re a big spender,’ she said.

There I was, sitting on the edge of the chair, my legs were wide, and my heart was racing. ‘My mother won’t be home for hours,’ I said. I could tell she was becoming more restless, I didn’t want her to leave, so I backed off. I feared that my approach was too forward, but my legs were still in the game.

I was willing to purchase her time and presence. By the end of the presentation, I purchased $600 worth of her products. I rose from the chair to retrieve some cash. I knew she couldn’t ignore THAT view. I was so turned on, yet I was disappointed that I wasn’t able to seduce her. ‘You’re sixteen’, I said to myself with a sense of regret.

She looked at me with pointed eyes, yet a guilty smile was on her face. ‘I’ll notify you when your product has shipped,’ she said. ‘Would you like it delivered here, or would you like to pick it up at my home? she asked. ‘I don’t want my mother to know, so I’ll come to you,’ I said. ‘Very well,’ she said. ‘Thank you for your time,’ I said. ‘It was my pleasure,’ she replied.

When I closed the door, I exhaled and slid down to the floor. ‘Damn, it didn’t work,’ I thought to myself. I thought about her the following day as I dressed the mannequins in the display window at work. That triggered another idea, I skipped up the stairs with delight.

I giggled inside when my mother came home. If she only knew I just taunted that lesbian she would have flipped. I love my mother dearly, but we are too different people when it comes to sex. I was riddled with anticipation.

I hid Samanthas business card so my mother wouldn’t find it. I thought about what those ‘adult women’ said about me as I froze like a mannequin in that display window a few months earlier.

A few weeks later she notified me that my order had arrived at her house. ‘May I come pick it up tomorrow afternoon’? I asked. ‘Does your mother know you’re coming? she asked. ‘No,’ I replied. ‘I think it’s best if we keep it that way,’ she said with such assertiveness. I quickly complied.

I shook with excitement after I hung up the phone. I love my girlfriends but there is something so exciting about a ‘woman.’

She answered the door wearing something rather low-cut. ‘Hello Miss Samantha,’ I said. ‘Samantha is fine, please come inside,’ she said so kindly. I was trembling. She sat down and began sorting through my selections. I was more focused on her ample cleavage that was pouring out from her blouse.

She blushed and smiled, ‘how long have you been,… curious?’ she asked. A few years ago,’ I replied shyly. Her big, beautiful breasts were just beyond that thin layer of fabric, and she smelled terrific. ‘You understand why I hesitated in responding don’t you? she asked. ‘Yes,’ I replied. I knew my age was a problem. ‘I was concerned about being discovered,’ she said. My nipples rose fast. ‘I understand,’ I said, as I looked away. She poked my thigh and said, ‘I can’t believe you’re just sixteen,’ she added. ‘Have you ever been with a woman?’ she asked. ‘Only girls my age,’ I replied. ‘Girls?’ she asked. ‘I have two,’ I replied. ‘I’m not surprised,’ she said. ‘You’re very mature for sixteen,’ she said.

‘I saw you staring down my top the other day’ she said. ‘I couldn’t help it,’ I replied. Just then she crossed her leg in my direction, just inches away from mine. ‘You sure know how to taunt a woman,’ she said.

‘You knew I was a lesbian, didn’t you,’ she asked. I nodded my head ‘yes.’ ‘It’s a wonderful tool for working in sales.’ ‘Those lonely housewives,’ she said so seductively. My pussy instantly tingled. ‘Fuck this woman is hot!’ I said to myself. The sexual tension was unbearable.

‘Do my breasts arouse you? she asked. I shook my head, ‘yes.’ She kept arranging the items I purchased,… ‘would you like to see them?’ she asked. I sighed, ‘yes.’ She rested her hands in her lap and paused. ‘Can you keep it a secret? she asked. ‘Yes,’ I replied quickly.

She paused again and then began unbuttoning her blouse. I was trembling with excitement, my breathing became more audible. She then popped her bra from behind, and there they were. ‘OMG’, I whispered.

She reached down and cupped them in her hands. ‘Godddd,’ you’re so hot,’ I whispered. She raised one and sucked the nipple into her mouth. ‘OMG’ I yelped, as she sucked on her nipple in front of me.

‘Can I be honest with you Carrie?’ she asked. ‘I’d like to taste you,’ she said. I was visually imploding, she giggled. She was killing me softly, as she continued to twist her nipples. ‘Feel’ she whispered, as she leaned her breast in my direction. When my hand landed on her breast, I instantly gasped loudly. ‘Oh my god,’ I whispered. When she nodded her head, I held both of them in my hands. ‘Oh shit’ I said to her. She ever so slowly leaned back into the sofa. ‘taste’, she whispered. I was allllll over her tits. I bathed them furiously. I sucked her nipples so aggressively. I was panting out of control. She began stroking my hair so affectionately. ‘Take your time,’ she whispered. I was in heaven. Her breasts were absolutely delicious.

I had longed to feel a ‘woman.’ I was inconsolable. About fifteen minutes later she sat up. She looked down at my shorts, ‘May I see it?’ she asked. ‘Okay,’ I replied. ‘Sit over there,’ she said to me, pointing at a chair nearby. I plopped in the chair and slid my shorts off. My legs were still closed. ‘Ready?’ I asked her, she nodded her head, ‘yes.’ Then I spread my legs.

Her eyes slanted with lust, then she licked her lips. ‘I can’t believe your sixteen’, she repeated, several times. She blushed and looked away, ‘may I come closer? she asked. ‘Please’, I replied. She lowered herself to the floor, and then crawled in my direction. I was shaking with anticipation. She parked herself at the base of the chair, staring at my peach fuzz. Her eyes were riddled with passion.

‘May I taste you?’ she asked so hesitantly. ‘Please,’ I replied. She scooted even closer and placed her hands on my ankles. I was spread wide. ‘Carrie’, she whispered. ‘Not a word’, she said, I complied. She leaned forward and drew my labia lips into her mouth so gently. I jumped. ‘MMM’, she uttered. Then she pressed her face against it. Her hot breath was warming my pussy. I was gasping uncontrollably. ‘Please,’ I whispered.

Her hesitation disappeared and fast. She drove her tongue into my pussy, so deep. I jumped again, ‘omg’, I whispered. When she pulled it out, I saw her savor my juices in her mouth. ‘MMM’, she uttered. ‘Lay back,’ she said to me. She bent my legs to my chest and buried her face! I cried out with joy. She was feasting on my pussy so aggressively. Her experience was astounding. I was stunned by her performance. She began rocking her head from side to side, absorbing every inch of my youthful pussy.

‘OMG’, that feels incredible,’ I hollered. Her breathing was wildly erratic. She kept pressing her face even deeper, as if she was attempting to come inside. I gripped the chair so tightly. ‘Oh god Samantha’, I yelped. ‘MMM’, she uttered from below. I couldn’t believe what was happening.

She was indulging big time. She was much more assertive than girls my age. Her hunger was enticing. Her persistent moan was stimulating indeed. She eventually folded my legs around her neck. I just sat back and let her go to town on me, and that she did! She didn’t stop for at least a half an hour. Then she scooted back and began removing her clothes. ‘Come down to the floor,’ she said to me. ‘Take your clothes off’, she added. She was stripping hers off too. I was freaking out with anticipation.

She turned me for a sixty-nine instantly. ‘Lay down’, she said. We were resting on our sides. A few seconds later I was staring at the pussy of a ‘woman.’ I didn’t hesitate at all, I dove right in. ‘Oh Carrie,’ she whispered as I smashed my face in her pussy. ‘Ohhh god’, I cried out. We must have lay there for over an hour feasting away on each other’s desires. Her full thighs were smothering me so gloriously. She was the one I was seeking for so many years, a woman!

I couldn’t believe how good she was, or should I say, delicious. I was sucking her juices into my mouth and swallowing it hard. We continued for over an hour, easily. I gazed at her shiny face as she rested to gather her breath. She was really excited, so was I. We stared at each other with wonderment. ‘God that was good,’ she said, as she wiped her mouth.

We did our best to adjust ourselves, but we couldn’t deny what just occurred. She gave me a very affectionate hug and held me close. ‘Not a word,’ she said…okay? she asked. ‘I promise’, I said to her. She squeezed my shoulders, ‘oh my Carrie’, she said. ‘That was amazing!’ I added.

I couldn’t wait until she noticed I left her a ‘Hickie’ on her inner thigh. I’m certain she made that discovery a few days later. My drive home was a blur.

I secretly visited Samantha maybe fifty times over the next three months. I was addicted. She eventually grew paranoid, and our relationship suddenly halted.

I was so grateful that I was successful in seducing her after all. I understood the risk, so I didn’t pursue her any further, but I’ll never forget her. ‘The Avon lady’ always rings a bell in my ears. / The End