The Lingerie Salesmen Gary chases his dream job, to become a sales rep for a lingerie wholesaler. The story is set in 1968. 1 | P a g e As Gary Jones sat in the hotel restaurant in Norwich eating his steak and chips he reflected on what had been a good week so far for sales. It was a Thursday night in October 1968. He had secured several big orders from customers in his patch. He had been on the road for three days and was looking forward to getting home and seeing his wife in Peterborough tomorrow. Perhaps he might sit at the bar for a drink after dinner. There only seemed to be one other man at the bar, nursing a beer. Nine months ago, he had been working for a tractor dealer in Peterborough. Sometimes he had to travel round Cambridgeshire, Lincolnshire and Norfolk, selling spare parts. Although he was a successful salesman he found it slightly dull. He had been looking for a new job that paid bonuses based on sales as he knew he would make more money that way. It was his wife who had pointed out the advert in the local paper for a sales rep for a local firm, called Webbers. He had seen the ad but had skipped over it. The sales rep would be selling women’s lingerie and hosiery to department stores and family run businesses anywhere in the UK. Although the firm was also based in Peterborough it would probably mean being away from home most weeks. “But I don’t know anything about women’s clothes, “he said in protest. “Oh, I think you know what you like,” said Samantha Jones,” and what will sell. You insisted I wore my lacy white slip under my new pink blouse last week when we went out for dinner with Tony and Theresa. “ Gary did remember back to the delightful sight of his wife discreetly displaying her pretty slip every time she leaned forward to pick up her glass of BabyCham. When the blouse pulled tight it was very sheer and he could see the lacy bust of her slip underneath. He had a hard on all evening. “It didn’t go unnoticed by Tony or Theresa, you know,” said Sam. “Theresa asked me where I got the slip and blouse, when we were powdering our noses. She said she had never seen Tony pay her that much attention for years. He was staring at my tits all evening, just like you, honey.“ 2 | P a g e “I’ll think about the Webber’s job,” he said. “Will this help you think about it,” said Sam coyly as she lifted the hem of her dress and slip to adjust her suspender clip. Gary felt a bonner rising immediately. San smoothed her dress back down and the stocking tops, slip and knickers disappeared. “Tell me what I am wearing and what effect it has on my husband.” “Well you are wearing a lovely blue dress with small white dots and a lacy frill at the top. It is semi-sheer, made of bri-nylon, I think. I can see a dark slip underneath, black hosiery and blue high heels. The slip is the perfect length for your dress, although sometimes a slip slightly longer than the dress can be exciting for a man when he gets a flash of lacy slip. The shoes are perfect for your blue dress and slip.” 3 | P a g e “And now,” said Sam as she took off her blue dress. Gary had to concentrate hard on his sales patter “Well the slip is blue to match the dress. It is a full slip with swirling lace on the hem and lashing of lace on the bust. Looks like you are wearing a blue or a white bra underneath. The hosiery is stockings no tights” Sam pulled the blue full slip off over her head and dangled it from her right hand. 4 | P a g e “This is a lovely set of matching lingerie. You can’t beat a lacy suspender belt tightly pulling up sheer black stockings to please your husband for any social occasion.” He carried on, warming to his task. The colours are quite clever as the bra fades from dark blue to white. The knickers are white, and the suspender belt is blue. Although most women wear their knickers over their suspender belt to make it easier to go to the loo, it does look nice when you undress in the bedroom to show your husband how pretty your lacy suspender belt is. “ Gary stood up and pulled Sam closer by putting his hands on her bum. “and the silky nylon lingerie feels wonderful to touch, and be touched, I imagine. “ “Oh yes,” said Sam, “you’ve got it.” She kissed him and yanked down the zip on his trousers to release the huge bonner from his underpants. “Nylon is so much nicer than cotton. “ Sam guided Gary’s stiff cock slid over the front of her silky knickers. “Does that feel nice, Mr Salesman?” “urghhhh…” was all Gary could manage as Sam rubbed his cock over her thin nylon knickers, which were getting wet from both sides. Then it happened, his cock erupted, cum shot all over her bra, her knickers and her stocking tops. “When you have recovered it will be my turn to be pleasured,” cooed Sam in his ear. 5 | P a g e So, Samantha did manage to persuade Gary to apply for the job with Webbers. He emphasised how he regularly exceed his sales targets, had been the top salesman for the last three years and knew the patch of Eastern England well. He also gave some examples of how quick he was at learning about new products and turning this into successful sales. One thing he noticed about the firm was that, although they represented some big lingerie brands, such Vanity Fair and Charnos, they also owned a stocking manufacturer in Nottingham, it was called Gio, a little-known brand, as well as the better-known brand Pretty Polly A week after his application went in he got a phone call from a very posh lady asking him to come to an interview, much to his surprise. Although the interview was over a month away Sam gave him a crash course in women’s apparel and lingerie. This involved going to an endless number of department stores in Birmingham and even a trip to the West End of London. Gary thought he had better get this new job as these shopping trips were costing him a fortune in buying new clothes for Sam. She bought a pink mini skirt and a blue/black mini dress in a boutique Carnaby Street. Then she bought a psychedelic black and white dress at Biba in Kensington High Street. She found some brown Gio seamed stockings at Debenhams on Oxford Street. Gary balked at the price, but Sam smiled at him and said “I’m worth it and you will get insider information on the product for your interview.” The shopping trips were all very well, but Sam decided Gary needed a better idea of how to match lingerie, with dresses, hosiery, shoes and accessories. So, the practical exam started at home as Samantha taught Gary everything she knew about being a lady in the new social revolution that had started with the Beatles and was sweeping Britain in the mid 1960’s. 6 | P a g e Gary learnt about blouses. Although Gary loved seeing Sam wearing sheer blouses, which showed off pretty lingerie, women didn’t always want that. Sometimes a satin blouse was nice, it depended on the skirt, but it had to go with the skirt and shoes. A plain blouse was nice but could match the slip a woman should always wear under a skirt. Sam also showed Gary what a pussy bow was, much to his amusement, it wasn’t what he was expecting. 7 | P a g e Mini-skirts and mini-dresses were all the rage. Gary was really surprised that Sam had bought one of each when they were in London as he had only noticed younger women in the their early 20’s wearing them. Sam told Gary that with the recent rise in hemlines it had brought about a revolution in hosiery with the introduction of tights. A lady didn’t want to show her stocking tops under a short skirt, unless of course she was a tart or trying to please her husband. Sam demonstrated this with her new pink mini-skirt, worn with her new Gio brown stockings and a sweet little pink slip that Gary thought was rather fetching as it peeped out from her skirt but did not cover her stocking tops. She then showed him the blue mini-dress with tights. He preferred the brown seamed stockings and the pink slip. 8 | P a g e Sam added that although lots of her friends in their late 20’s and early 30’s were not wearing mini- skirts their dresses were shorter today than they had been even 2 years ago when mini-skirt first came in. Many had switched over to tights, especially for work when everyone was in a rush to get dressed and get out of the house. Friends who were housewives and had young children didn’t even bother with hosiery at all any more. Although Sam still liked wearing stockings sometimes, most of her friends thought that stockings and suspenders were fiddly and old fashioned.