The doorbell rang. The man stared at the monitor, watching the image of the woman at his front door. She seemed attractive in a plain way. She appeared to be 22, but could have been older or younger. Her large breasts filled her blouse, which was buttoned high to her neck. She was wearing a skirt suit and her hair fell on her shoulders in carefully crafted disarray.
She was also alone.
The doorbell rang again. He pushed the intercom button.
"What?"
"Um, my name is Michelle. Could I speak to you about our Savior, Jesus Christ?"
"No."
"Have you heard the Good News of His resurrection?"
The man sighed. Fucking missionaries. Maybe he could work out a little spitefulness.
"Fine," he said. "You can talk to me, but you can't come inside with your clothes on. You need to take off your clothes."
"What? Um. No." She looked around at the street in front of the house and then looked for the camera.
"Fine. Go away."
"Sir, I forgive you for your carnal intent. I will pray for you."
"How badly do you want to talk to me about Jesus? Either take off your clothes and come in or go away. Those are your choices."
He smirked, thinking she would retreat. She stood on his porch, swaying back and forth. She began to finger a button on her suit coat. He caught his breath when he realized she was actually thinking it over.
Well, if she got naked to talk to him about religion, he was going to get naked to listen to her. He was only wearing shorts and a T-shirt, so he was undress before the woman on the screen had finished unbuttoning her jacket.
Sure enough, she drew off her jacket and laid it carefully on the rocking chair. She slid her skirt from her waist and unbuttoned her blouse. The man watched her as she stripped, stroking his erection.
This could get fun.
She stopped as she began to reach for her bra.
"All of it," he said.
An older gentleman walking a small, fluffy dog on the sidewalk looked at the house. He slowed his pace noticeably.
"Better hurry up, lady," he said over the intercom. "That old dude looks like he's getting a stiffy."
He giggled as he watched the old man startle and then hurry past.
She looked around to be sure the dog walker was out of sight, took a visibly deep breath, and unhooked her bra. He quickly headed for the front door. As she pushed her panties down, he opened the door, standing behind it.
She entered, staring around for somebody. The young woman gasped when she saw him closing the door, naked, cock stiff. He wasn't endowed with any special magnificence, but he was aroused from the thrill of putting the poor woman in a unsettling situation.
He smiled at her.
"Now, while you tell me about Jesus and how he can save a sinner like me, I'm going to sin while I listen. I hope you don't mind if I masturbate while you talk." He stroked his erection as he smiled at her.
She blushed deep red, tears formed at the corners of her eyes, and she moved toward the door.
"Good-bye. I'll leave you alone."
He laughed as she tried to move past him to open the door, but succeeded in brushing against his cock. He inhaled with pleasure. She drew back with another gasp, putting her even further from the exit.
"So, you get tested and you want to run away? Some Christian you are."
He continued to slowly stroke himself.
"What's your name?"
She raised her eyes to his, trying to not look at his cock.
