"Uh, hi," the boy said a little awkwardly. "My name's Dave Crawford, and I'm the local representative for Elysium Cosmetics. We have a full line of, uh, toilet items and sundries to meet your needs. Would you like me to show you our line?"

Cynthia felt her nipples stiffening as she opened the door and motioned Dave inside.

He walked into the living room and sat gingerly on the edge of the couch, and Cynthia found herself staring with increasing desire at the protrusion of his prick.

Cynthia sat next to him, never taking her eyes off the bulge in his crotch. Dave launched into a well-rehearsed explanation of Elysium's cosmetics and their features. Cynthia listened and wiggled her ass hornily on the couch beside him. What harm could come in fucking this handsome teenage stud, she thought wantonly. At least it would provide her with a sexual release other than her own boy.

"Now, uh, the best thing about our facial wash is that it cleanses without damaging the skin," Dave continued, withdrawing a sample jar from the case. "Skin is very sensitive, and if you, uh, damage the outer layers it can cause spotting and blemishes."

He prattled on with his sales spiel, but he seemed to be having trouble concentrating, and he looked unduly nervous. After awhile Cynthia realized that he was staring at her body, particularly her big tits.

Again she glanced at the crotch of his pants, and this time her pussy throbbed with lust as she saw that his prick had grown enormously. The meaty cockshaft was now as hard as stone, sticking obscenely through the denim, obviously ready for a good fuck.

"Now, uh, the special feature of our mascara…"

"Dave, why are you stating at me like that?" Cynthia asked suddenly, surprising herself in her boldness. "What are you looking for?"