Door-To-Door Seduction

Hazel answered the door in her house slippers, ready to send whoever it was packing, until she saw Sally standing there. Saleswoman smile. Skirt a hair too short for knocking on suburban doors. "Special garter purses," Sally said, already fishing one out of her case. "Secret pocket. Hides your cash under the hem like it never existed." Hazel laughed, but she didn't close the door. Five minutes later they were in the living room and Sally was on one knee, sliding a lacy band up Hazel's calf. Fingers brushed the back of the knee, lingered. "Feels snug, right?" Sally asked, voice low. Hazel swallowed and nodded. The next one sat higher, and Sally's thumb traced the inside of her thigh so slowly it could pass for accident. Heat bloomed where she touched. Hazel told herself it was the fabric. Sally knew better. Another inch. Another long stroke. By the fourth garter, Hazel's breathing had turned ragged and her legs had drifted apart like someone else was steering them. Sally's hand stayed exactly where it was, warm, steady, waiting for permission that never came because Hazel simply grabbed her wrist and dragged it higher. The demo was over. The house was quiet except for skin on skin and the soft, surprised laugh Hazel let out when she felt another woman's tongue for the first time and liked it so much she forgot to be quiet.