One of my friends suggested that I put a sign next to my front door to repel unwanted visitors. You know the sort, religious people trying to give you their propaganda, siding/vacuum cleaner/insurance salespeople, research/poll people, and all of those “unwanted visitors”. His suggestion was to put up a sign that said: “The occupants of this dwelling are nudists. Please

do not proceed if you are ofended by the human body in it’s natural state” Well, I thought that this was a great idea! No more religious freakos interrupting my Sunday morning sleep-ins, no more “pushy” sales people… Yeah. This was the way to go….. So I put up the sign, and for months had a wonderfully peacefull existance, free from unwanted visitors. All of my friends knew about this little ploy, and would shout: “Put your gear on!” when visiting, and it became a bit of an “in” joke. I would watch in amusement as the car pulled up the drive, and the occupant, usually dressed in a suit, would head for the front door. Suddenly they would retreat to their car and drive away…. One day however, the door bell kept ringing. I peeked out of the window and saw a very young lady persistantly pressing the button. I checked the drive and saw an old model car, rusty and with a broken headlight lens. OK, I thought, if you are prepared to keep ringing my bell, then you get what you get. I stripped off and opened the door. There stood an extremely presentable young lady. In an instant I figured that she had dressed “to sell”, and that she was very nervous. She wore a very short skirt, with legs that were a mile long…. Her hair was short, her face impish, her whole impact was stunning. I suddenly realised that I was completely naked at the door, and although I wanted to frighten her away, I was also smitten by her prescence. “Er, how can I help you?” I asked, very concious now of my lack of clothing. Her eyes bulged as she took in my naked form, but she steeled herself and started on her speil… “I am doing a survey, and if you are prepared to answer a number of questions, you can win a new car or a years supply of our product!” “It will only take 15 minutes of your time, and I’ll give you a free calendar, even if you don’t win the major prize” Her voice was wavering as she spoke the last sentence, her eyes and mind focussing on my naked body instead of her prepared speech. “OK” I said, and ushered her inside. We settled on the lounge, her not even acknowledging that I was nude, and I treating her as another “pain in the ass” salesperson. She started on her sales pitch, but I could see that her eyes were concentrating on my dick. I stood up and walked around the loungeroom, watching her eyes following me. I told her to stop. I decided to take a chance and said to her: “By the way, you might have noticed the sign near the front door….That sign states that this is a ‘NUDE’ zone. I think that you should abide by the local rules.” She looked at me for a few seconds before replying, “I’ll do what it takes to get a sale, and if that means getting nude, I’m in!” Without waiting, she stripped. I sat there almost dumbfounded, as I watched this young girl divest herself of her attire. She pulled her top off over her head slowly, revealing her perky bra-less boobs, the nipples hardening as I watched. Then she stared me in the eye as she slid her skirt and panties down in one swift movement. She stepped out of them and sat again on the lounge, keeping her knees together to try and keep some form of modesty. As much as I tried, I couldn’t “play” the soft home nudist part, as my dick began to swell. She sat there and began her sales pitch again, all the while watching my dick grow. I tried to put her off by handling my balls as she spoke, and it nearly worked. She stuttered a couple of times, but managed to keep to her “script”. With a raging hard on, I couldn’t hold back. I began to stroke my cock, up and down, whilst making out that I was seriously listening to her. To tell the truth, to this day I still don’t know what she was selling! She finally cracked, and lost her place in her “sales script”, and even dropped her notes in a pile on the floor as she stumbled to keep her composure…. The tears began to form in her eyes, and I realised that she was was on the verge of leaving, so I sat beside her on the couch and placed an arm around her to comfort her. She melted into my chest, the sobbing subsiding, and without hesitation, she began to stroke my dick. Her touch was like velvet, and I’m sure that my dick stretched to an extra half inch as she bowed her head and took me into her mouth….. Our bodies writhed as we sucked and stroked, and probed and fondled. She sucked my cock

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