The Salesman Part One.
By Sikorski.



I had one last delivery to do for the day and it was the most important. The late 
chairman of the company had left a young widow behind and I had to visit her to 
advise her on how best she could use her inheritance. Basically, no one else was going 
to do it for some reason, probably because of the pressure to get her to reinvest in the 
company. The new chairman had called me up and told me to go round to Mrs 
Gordon's house as part of my rounds. I am an investment salesman, linked to one 
company and sell stocks and shares in the business. I am 21 years old and only been 
working for the firm for just over a year. I did not know why they had chosen me to do 
this but I took it as an excellent opportunity. It was Friday and it had been an excellent 
week and I anticipated that selling to this little old widow would rap the week up quite 
nicely. I was looking forward to the weekend as I was so tired. I had no plans and 
in fact I normally don't as I find getting women interested in me is difficult. I have been 
told that I am 'cute' and 'good looking' but I think it is my height which puts people 
off. I am only 5ft 2 and as most women are a little taller and looking for partners who 
are a lot taller, I don't get much of a look in.
	I drove up to the huge mansion, and parked the car. I could only admire the 
settings as it was miles from anywhere and in beautiful gardens. I rang the door bell 
and a young, attractive maid answered. She was only a couple of inches taller than me 
and as she showed me in, I was wondering if I might make a move on her. I was 
apparently expected and the maid showed me into a large living room. I heard a 
foreign voice, but speaking in English call out.
	"Thank-you Janet, you may leave for the weekend now. I'll take care of 
everything."
Janet smiled at me and left. I heard the front door close and I was all alone, 
waiting for the widow. I knew she was originally from Scandinavia and was some 
years younger than the late chairman but that was all I knew.
"Come through please." She called from the next room.
I got up from the sofa and walked through to what apparently was the kitchen. 
I look ahead and standing infront of the sink, with her back to me was an incredibly 
tall, slim woman. She turned around and I notice the top of my head was level with her 
shoulders. At eye level were some breasts. Think of the biggest breasts you have ever 
seen and then add some more. They were gigantic. 
"Hello, you must be Mr Jones." She held out a huge hand as she walked 
towards me.
"Er, hello Madam. Pleased to meet you." I wrenched my head upwards, away 
from the breasts and to her face. She seemed to be in her mid-thirties and had a tanned, 
beautiful face with huge lips and wonderful blue eyes. She was stunningly attractive. 
She was wearing a white vest which was low cut and some jeans shorts which exposed 
some muscular legs which seemed to go on forever.
"My, aren't you a little one." She laughed. I felt embarrassed.
I was speechless. 
"But cute, very cute." She saw the disappointed look on my face.
"I've never made love to a smaller man than me. I normally go for extra large." 
She moved closer to me, my face within an inch or those breasts.
"Shall we discuss your investment options." I tried to take the heat out of the 
situation. It was a lame effort.
"That can wait, come with me." She grabbed my hand and led me to the living 
room. She walked us over to a cabinet which she pointed a remote control at and 
music started. It was a waltz and she took me by both hands and started to dance.
"I love to lead." She laughed.
We passed a mirror on the wall and I got a glimpse of the both of us. A tall, 
sexy Scandinavian and a very short man being yanked around to music. At the end of 
the song she turned me at arms length and let go. I was flung from the momentum on  
to the sofa and lay in a crumpled, confused heap. She was the most beautiful woman I 
had ever seen but way too big for me. She continued to dance and stare at me as the 
song changed to a more up tempo beat. She walked over to me and pushed me back 
on to the sofa. She placed her hands on the legs of my trousers and pulled hard. To my 
shock, they ripped off and I was there sitting in my boxer shorts and shirt and tie. She 
placed her hands on my shirt and did the same. I was almost naked.
"What on earth do you think you are doing?" I shouted.
"Anything I damn well please my little shrimp." She replied.
She pulled off her vest and was wearing shorts and a huge white bra. Her 
breasts heaved up and down with her every move. She was incredible.
She pulled me onto my feet and danced, teasingly in front of me. Her breasts 
moved in front of my eyes and down my body. I decided to take the initiative. I was 
obviously the prey of this woman and so I decided to stake a claim for my manhood 
again. I grabbed her by the waist and then moved my hand onto her head, reaching 
above me. I tried to pull her face down to my level to kiss those wonderful lips but 
instead found myself being picked up by her, with her hands lifting me up by my 
backside and pushing my legs around her waist. She kissed me, after moving me to her 
height and we walked to what must be her bedroom. She threw me on the bed and 
took off her bra. Those breasts just exploded free and she dove on top of me.
She moved me up against the end of the bed so I was sitting up and she swung 
her breasts at me. They took it in turns to hit me in the face as the nipples bombarded 
my senses. Finally she moved one directly in front of my lips and I began to suck. She 
moaned and grabbed my head. She pounded her breast into me and I struggle for air. 
While she did this, she positioned herself over me and my dick went inside her. She 
moaned in pleasure as she moved on top of me. As if to amuse herself, she swung her 
breasts at me again, almost hurting my face. She then rested them on top of my head as 
she bent herself over me.