4 comments/ 56792 views/ 21 favorites Rochelle Sells... Houses By: nikki_2021 Rochelle eyed the couple sitting across the table from her. They had their heads together, whispering quietly. It was clear that the woman wanted the house. The husband was reluctant but the real question for Rochelle (as always) was who would be the decision maker? Rochelle had been both decorating and selling houses for a couple of years now and there was always one partner that was more interested and one that ultimately had to be persuaded. Sometimes the more interested made the decision and life (and the commission) was good. Other times it would be that decision making partner that wasn't quite over the line. That was when she really had to earn her keep, helping the more interested party to get their partner over the line. It looked in this case like Tom wasn't quite there. Although the property was just beyond the price range that they'd set, it ticked every box on their wish list for a property. It meant that she had something to work with. After a few more minutes of discussion, it was clear that Tom's reluctance had held sway. His wife Sara was clearly disappointed, but had conceded defeat. Tom excused himself to use the bathroom, leaving the two girls alone together. Rochelle cast an appraising glance over the other woman. In her late 20's she was fit, dressed nicely in a sensible skirt and blouse that hinted at rather than declared killer curves and wore a little jewellery without being ostentatious. Her brown hair was pulled back in a practical pony tail and her blue eyes met Rochelle's as equals. "Why don't you let me have a chat to Tom for you?" Rochelle offered. "Give me some time to take him through the property without you here. I'll give him a really good sales pitch, point out exactly how perfect this place is and just maybe I can get him over the line for you." "Would you? Do you really think you could convince him?" Sara asked. She desperately wanted the property and the evidence of the hope that she was already placing in Rochelle's offer was palpable. "It can't hurt to try can it?" Rochelle said, reaching across the table to pat the other girl's hand. "Thank you so much, that would be wonderful," Sara said, smiling. "I'll call him tomorrow when he's had a chance to sleep on it, so don't mention it or harass him. If you push him too hard at home, he won't be open to what I have to say anyway." Sara agreed and when Tom returned from the washroom, Sara allowed him to wrap things up with Rochelle and then they said their goodbyes. As Tom shook her hand, Rochelle held his fingers just a little longer than necessary, allowing them to all but caress him as their hands separated. She saw him look back at her as he held the door for his wife and smiled at him warmly, winking, even as she noted that his gaze skipped down over her body. ----------------------------- "Hi Tom, its Rochelle," she said the following day when he answered her call. "I was hoping that I might be able to take you through the property one more time without Sara being there." He sounded reluctant. "Look, I understand your reservations, but I thought a look through the house without the pressure of Sara ooing and ahhing and saying how perfect it all is might just give you the opportunity you need to really assess whether or not it's as perfect as she seems to believe." "Well, when you put it that way Rochelle, I guess it would be a good chance to take some un-pressured time to evaluate the place." "Fabulous, how does 1 o'clock sound?" Rochelle asked him, smiling as she spoke, happy to have managed to get him to come and visit the property. "Fine, I'll meet you at one Rochelle," Tom replied. ---------------------------- Rochelle took a look in the mirror, knowing exactly what she planned to show Tom about the house. Her straight blond hair hung loose to her shoulders and she wore a grey skirt and business jacket over a scarlet blouse. She kicked off the black pumps that she was wearing and grabbed her 'lucky' (and hot) red stilettos from her cupboard. Eyeing herself critically, she rolled the waist band of her skirt so that the hemline rose a couple of inches higher above her knee and undid two buttons down the front of her blouse so that that the cleavage of her d cup breasts was prominently on display. She wiggled her bra so that it wasn't quite as obvious and then grabbed her keys. ---------------------------- Rochelle opened the door to the two story house and Tom smiled at her, his gaze automatically travelling over her luscious body. Rochelle grinned generously as his eyes lingered on her cleavage and she stepped in to kiss him on the cheek, lifting herself up on her toes to reach his cheek. At 6'4", Tom was about a foot taller than her and so she placed a hand on his hip to steady herself as she planted it. She then removed her grey business jacket to reveal the scarlet blouse beneath, hanging the jacket on the hook by the door along with her bag. "Right; Come with me Tom, because I think that when we're done, you'll have a very different view of this house," she said and took his hand to lead him inside. "Take this list of things that you told me you wanted in the house and we'll tick them off as we go and make sure nothing's missing. Tom took the list. He had no intention of saying yes to the property, but the offer to spend some time in the house alone with the hot young realtor had been enough to get him to take a final look around. He wasn't disappointed as she held his hand and led him to start in the basement. He enjoyed the mesmerising sway of her arse as she lead him to the downstairs bar with its pool table and dart board. As Rochelle praised the room's virtues, Tom kept peeking at her cleavage. She didn't reveal this much when Sara was around, he mused, which was probably a good thing given how much he was enjoying the view. "I spoke to the vendor last night and asked about the pool table, because they weren't sure if they were taking it or not and they've decided to leave it." As she spoke she leant a long way forward across the table, her hands running over the smooth felt surface, her generous tits hanging from her chest and enhancing Tom's view even further. "If you've ever had a pool table fantasy, this could be your chance to live it," she said to him with a wink. Tom coughed and blushed, but Rochelle only smiled even more at him. When she led him back upstairs, he followed close behind, eyes gorging on the sight of her tight calves, the thin legs that disappeared into the enjoyably short skirt and again, the tight round buttocks that seemed to have a dance all of their own. The fact that they were right at eye level as they ascended was a definite bonus. They went through the living room, the dining room, the bathroom, laundry and into the kitchen. "See, granite, just like you guys listed," Rochelle said, slapping the island counter top. She turned and jumped up to land her butt on top, letting her knees spread as far as her short skirt would allow. "Good solid workmanship, good for all sorts of things," she said with a wink to him. "Probably even cooking!" Tom laughed. His eyes stole glances at her spread legs, enjoying the exposure of the beginnings of her inner thighs before they disappeared under her skirt, wishing that he was four foot tall instead of his towering height. If he was that short, he'd be staring right up between her legs. He desperately wanted to be able to appreciate that view. Rochelle held her hand out to him to indicate that she wanted him to help her down. Tom stepped closer and Rochelle placed her hands on his upper arms feeling the well defined muscle beneath his suit. She used her leverage to pull herself toward him as he adjusted. He'd been going to lift her by her hands, but with her reaching for his arms, realised that that wouldn't work. Instead he grabbed her at the waist to help lift her from the bench top. Rochelle felt the heat of his hands on her waist and managed to ensure that she brushed her legs on the outside of his as he lifted her down. "Why thank you," she said, smiling up into his smoky eyes. She saw him swallow and knew that she had him interested in the hook. Now she just had to get him to swallow the bait. "Why don't we look at the upstairs?" she suggested. As she walked she was well aware of the state of her pussy, feeling her excitement building as she considered that she might just get him interested not only in the house, but for a price that only she could give it to him. Tom again followed her up the stairs, again wishing that he was short enough to peek up her skirt. She led him into the master bedroom, extolling its various features, pointing out the light and the space. "Do you know what my favourite part of this room is though?" Rochelle asked him. "Tell me," he said. "The balcony," Rochelle replied, opening the French doors, the fresh air filling the room. "I can just imagine standing here late at night, the lights of the city below, leaning on this railing, a loving man behind me, holding me ..." she allowed her words to drift off as she leaned in exactly the position she described, up on her toes, breasts out over the rail, knowing that her arse was poised perfectly for someone to ram their cock in from behind with just a quick rearrangement of her skirt. "Can you imagine how perfect that would be Tom?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder, glancing down toward his cock, her gaze slow and deliberate. Tom, stared at Rochelle's perfectly shaped arse in her tight skirt, the curve of her calves as she leant forward over the balcony. He could imagine only too well just how perfect it would be to be that guy. "And did you see the bathroom?" she said, "its huge, such a luxurious shower, perfect for washing off in the morning, or after a particularly good sex session." She winked at him. Tom had to adjust his cock in his pants. If Rochelle kept talking like this, he wasn't sure that he'd be able to get out of the house without pushing for something that he knew he couldn't have. When they'd been through the last of the rooms, Rochelle turned to him in the den. "So, everything on your list is included in this house Tom and it's not really that much out of your budget. Even that nice pool table downstairs is included and I'm sure that we can find a way to help you agree that this really is the perfect house." "Well that's true, for a start, if you cut your commission, you could get the price down," Tom said, doubting that this was part of her plan. "Well, that's true, but just think back to those special features, the balcony, the large shower space, even this den that's perfect for hiding away and watching that porn that your wife probably hates you enjoying. And there's also the option of throwing a little something in that you wouldn't get with any other house." "Oh and what would this house have to offer that no other house would?" Tom asked. "How about the chance to try out some of those special features before you buy it? Did you like the balcony upstairs? I'm sure we could set up a trial for you." "You mean bring Sara here and you disappear for a bit?" Tom asked. "Well that's one way ... if you want to try it out with Sara ..." she left it open, her pussy aflame with her daring at suggesting what she had been building up to. "Or like an immediate trial?" Tom asked, his eyes darting over her tits and tight body even as his cock hardened. "Exactly like that," Rochelle said with a grin. "Well, it's something to think about," Tom said. Rochelle ran her finger down the line of her blouse, between her breasts until she reached the first button that held it together. Deftly she undid the button before moving to the next, Tom's eyes following the path of her fingers. Slowly she released all of the buttons until she stood before him, the two halves of her scarlet blouse parted to reveal the satin cups of her black push up bra, thrusting her tits forward toward him. Tom swallowed as he stared at the magnificence of her bosom. "Don't think too long Tom, I really want to see you in this house. Why don't we take one final look around at some of those special things this house offers? She sauntered from the room, not looking back, but trusting in the allure of her bum to draw him onward. She went to the basement, casting aside her blouse at the top of the stairs. Tom watched her go. He knew he should leave now, but the sight of her casually dropping her blouse at the top of the basement stairs and simply continuing on in just her skirt and bra was too much to resist. He followed the hypnotic sway of her hips all the way to the pool table where he found her standing with one of the pool cues. She held it before her like a pole, dancing with it, stepping so that it slipped between her legs. She hiked the skirt up past the middle of her thighs and ground against it for a few moments. "Think of the pool games you could play down here Tom," she said, turning away again, bending over the table to play a shot, skirt riding high. Tom stepped closer. "You're not holding that right Rochelle," he said, throat dry, tongue seemingly swollen as he moved closer to her. "I'd hate to see you rip the felt on what could be my table." He stood right beside her, all too conscious of the bare flesh of her smoothly curving back, the black satin of the bra strap pronounced against her pale skin. He reached with his hands to hers to show her the right way to cradle the cue in her left hand, before closing his right over hers to show her how it would then slide through her hand. Rochelle moved so that she brushed her hip against him, wanting to feel him rub his cock against her butt, knowing that if he did, she'd have him well on the way to signing. Tom looked at the ass that was so close to him, the skirt clinging across her cheeks that he imagined would be like to halves of the perfect peach. All he'd have to do was take a half step to the right and his growing boner would rub against her butt. He made the step, feeling the pressure of her bum against his erection. He felt Rochelle push back and wiggle her hips a little. "Seems like you've got your own cue back there Tom, are you any good with it?" Rochelle said, smiling back at him over her shoulder. "Oh I've managed to sink a few in my time," Tom said, warming to the flirting, knowing how dangerously close to completely giving in he was. "Well why don't you show me some moves and rack it up then?" Rochelle said, indicating the pool table. Tom took the triangle from the cabinet on the wall and did exactly that. He offered her the break but Rochelle said she'd probably miss everything and be too embarrassed. Tom smashed the white ball into the waiting rack and sent balls careening all over the table, including one into a pocket. "Looks like I'm smalls," Tom said. "oh I doubt that very much," Rochelle said, standing across the table from him. He couldn't help but look at her tits and the way she was absently stroking her hand up and down the cue. It did nothing to relieve the tension in his pants. After dropping another ball, he indicated that it was Rochelle's turn even as he moved to position himself across the table from her. When she leant over the table in just her bra, her cleavage was possibly even more magnificent and he wondered how good it would look without her bra to restrain her breasts. Rochelle dropped two balls in quick succession and Tom laughed. "Seems you really know how to handle a cue after all," Tom said. "Oh I've managed a couple in my time. I'm something of a natural with long hard woods apparently." She winked at him and dropped a third ball before missing. As the game continued, Rochelle teased him mercilessly, moving past him, rubbing her arse or tits against him each time they had to pass one another. Tom was rock hard. Here was this hot little real estate agent putting on an amazing show for him, how could he not be? Finally he found himself staring down the cue at the black ball beyond the cue ball, his shot to finish and win the game. As he peered along the smooth slender cylinder of wood, Rochelle stood at the pocket he was aiming for. She leaned forward to view the shot from the other end, her tits dangling again. As he slid the cue back, she reached behind her back and undid the clasp and her bra dropped away to the floor, her amazing breasts dropping free, hard, pointy nipples clearly evident even from the other end of the table. Tom took his shot and missed. "Now that's dirty pool," he said even as he drank in the wondrous sight. "If you can't stand the heat ..." Rochelle said, lining up and dropping the black neatly in the pocket. Then she put the cue on the table and came over to thank him for the game, stepping up to kiss him just like she had at the front door. Tom found his hands on her waist, half on her skirt, half on her skin as she reached up to him, feeling just how soft her skin was. Her tits pushed against his business shirt as she leaned in to him and he could feel their warmth through the thin material. He knew that if his hands slid up just ever so slightly his fingers would be brushing against those magnificent breasts. He desperately wanted to take them in his hands and fondle them. Rochelle stepped back, smiling; her nipples rock hard from brushing against the fabric of the shirt. She wondered to herself whether she should let him take her right here on the pool table or whether she should let him fuck her from behind whilst she leant on the balcony railing upstairs. "Tell me Tom, ever fantasized about one of these?" she said as she decided, running her hand over the felt. "I love the feel of the felt, but the slate underneath is so hard. I think its funny how like a cock it is; a soft outer covering over a rock hard shaft. Tom growled low in his throat, an involuntary response as he watched the young woman slide her hand across the felt, her tits suspended from her chest, nipples almost brushing the felt. The mention of a rock hard shaft reminded him just how stiff his cock had become. Rochelle turned and jumped up on the pool table just like she had on the kitchen bench, her legs hanging over the sides, spread slightly, her butt on the flat of the table. She lay back across the table, tits flattening, blonde hair spilling out over the green felt in a contrast of colour. As she leaned back, her knees lifted and parted and Tom finally got the perfect view up between her legs, all the way to the black satin thong that she was wearing. "So Tom, how good is this house looking right now?" Rochelle asked him, glancing over her body to meet his gaze as it was snapped from between her legs. It whipped his mind back to why he was there. He hesitated, even as Rochelle's knees parted a little further and the skirt crept up her thighs. "Better than it's ever looked before," Tom replied, burning the image of her semi naked form into his mind, hoping to never forget it. "Good enough to buy?" her finger twirling almost absent mindedly around her stiff little nipple. "It's certainly close," he said, meaning it. Lust was driving him now. He stepped closer to her, putting a hand on her knee, sliding it down the inside of her leg, cock all but ripping its way out of his pants. Could he smell pussy? He breathed deeply as his fingers moved unobstructed toward her panties. When they were but an inch or so from touching that silken heaven her knees snapped shut, trapping his hand between her thighs. "Tell me now Tom, are you going to buy the house? If you are, everything that's in it today is yours from now until we leave. If you are, I've some paperwork for you to sign, if not, well, then its time to lock up and go." Tom swallowed. He knew how much his wife wanted the house. He also knew the extra money he'd need to bring in to afford it. Overtime and lots of it, that's what it would mean to him. Was he prepared to do that to keep her happy? He was. Was he going to take up what was being offered to him as an offset? He swallowed again. Rochelle Sells... Houses Rochelle could see on Tom's face just how torn he was over the decision and parted her thighs a little, allowing Tom's hand to move. It hesitated, then his fingers brushed against the crotch of her thong. It was wet. In fact it was soaked. "Get your paperwork Rochelle," Tom said, his voice low, almost a growl, his cock eager and straining. Rochelle smiled at him and held out her hand so he'd help her from the table. She pulled herself close to him as she moved from the table, crushing her tits against him. Then she casually walked back upstairs, still in nothing more than her skirt, panties and high-heels. Tom followed. Rochelle grabbed the paperwork from her bag by the door and led Tom into the kitchen where she showed him where to sign. She stood beside him as he sat at the table applying his signature. When he'd signed, he turned to face her, finding her tits right at eye level, hard nipples all but begging to be sucked. Before he'd finished admiring them, Rochelle had bent her head down to his. "Congratulations. You're going to be very happy here," she said, kissing him. He was caught by surprise when her lips met his rather than going to his cheek as he'd expected. Her tongue darted between his lips and he instinctively responded, using his own lips and tongue in response. As she kissed him, he reached with his hand to grab at her breast, feeling its ripe, firm shape, the nipple a little stabbing dart on the tip. Rochelle groaned and her hand went to his pants, grabbing his cock through the material, massaging him. "Time for some pool?" Rochelle suggested as their kiss parted. "Fuck yes," Tom said, following her back downstairs again. Rochelle turned just before the table and Tom strode confidently up to her, hands going to her waist and lifting her to sit her on the edge of the table. As he began kissing her again, his hands first explored her breasts and then slipped under her skirt to grab at her thong, pulling it down her legs. He lifted it clear of her red stilettos without removing them and brought it to his nose where he took in the aroma of her arousal. "You smell wonderful," he said to her even as he pushed her back down onto the table, spreading her legs and pushing her skirt up her thighs to reveal her pussy. Her lips were bare of hair and there was only a thin cropped landing strip above. His fingers delicately traced the lines of her pussy, flowing smoothly over her lips and slipping ever so slightly between them. Rochelle sighed as she felt the touch on her pussy, her juices already seeping from between her lips and down towards her anus. Tom brought his tongue to her pussy to retrace the path taken by his fingers and Rochelle tangled her fingers in his hair as he made contact, spreading her knees as far as she could, welcoming Tom's attentions. Tom took his time, savouring the sweet taste of her pussy as his tongue dipped and delved between her luscious folds and circled and flicked at her clitoris. Rochelle moved her fingers to her nipples, pulling and pinching at them and fondling her breasts and Tom continued to treat her with his tongue. She could feel her orgasm building and whimpered slightly as its crescendo neared. Tom didn't relent, loving the way that this young girl was squirming on the pool table under his oral ministrations. Then she was shuddering and squealing and her pussy contracted as she came. Tom watched her pussy as it pulsed in pleasure. He dropped his pants quickly and extracted his rock hard cock. He was at the perfect height and as Rochelle lay back on the hard surface of the table, he rubbed the head of his cock against her clit. "Oh fuck!" Rochelle cried out, flinching at the intense sensation. He gave her no time to think about it though as he drove his thick hard member between her legs, burying it to the hilt in two quick strokes. He thrust quickly back and forth, watching Rochelle's lips cling to his shaft as it slid in and out. Rochelle threw her head back, mouth open as she groaned and moaned, her sensitive pussy being pummelled by Tom's cock. Tom hooked his arms under Rochelle's legs for leverage and continued to pound her at a furious pace, his balls slapping against her butt and his cock audibly squelching in and out of her sopping cunt as Rochelle demanded that he fill it with his cock. It didn't last a long time. Tom was too horny and excited and slamming his cock in and out of the tight young woman's pussy was too much of a turn on. In a couple of minutes he was grunting that he was about to explode. Rochelle pushed him away and spun about on the table, tits mashed against the felt and neck stretched as she told Tom to cum in her mouth. Tom willingly slid his cock into her mouth, loving the fact that she so readily took it, liberally coated with her juices, sucking and slurping as he started to rock back and forth, sliding it over her tongue. Rochelle reached with her hands to cup his bum, pulling him to her face, his cock thrusting deep to the back of her throat as he pumped her. Then he was cumming, warm sticky sperm gushing from his cock as his balls unleashed their load down Rochelle's throat. She swallowed again and again, taking every drop until Tom pulled back from her mouth, his erection flagging slowly. "mmm, that was awesome," Rochelle said to him as she made her way from the pool table. "Oops, seems like the felt's a bit wet there," she giggled. There was indeed a wet spot where her juices had flowed from her pussy and ended on the table. "I guess that will be a little memento for me," Tom said. Rochelle moved to gather her things but Tom stopped her. "I haven't finished yet," he said, "You told me that your favourite part of the house was the balcony and I intend to see just how much you like it. Rochelle grinned and followed as he took her hand and led her through the levels of the house to the master bedroom. He opened the French doors and took her outside. "Lean over the balcony, just like you did before," he said. Rochelle leaned up over the railing, her tits hanging beyond the top rail. Tom knelt behind her, running his hands up her skirt, over her firm butt, down her thighs, inside and out, smoothly over her calves. He licked at the back of her knee as his hands roamed all the way down to the red stilettos and Rochelle giggled and flinched, the surprise touch tickling her. His fingers worked at the zipper and catch of her skirt and he slid it down her legs, letting her step out of it, leaving her naked but for her heels as she leaned over the balcony. His hands again roamed over her smooth legs. Tom kissed and licked his way up her thighs, moving from one to the other, using his hands as well until he was kissing her butt cheeks and nibbling gently with his teeth. He pulled them apart with his hands, admiring her glistening slit, finger roaming up and down and stabbing between them. He could feel Rochelle pushing back as he fingered her pussy. A second finger followed the first before he withdrew them and circled his index finger around her puckered little butt hole. "Ooo, you're a dirty boy are you?" Rochelle asked as she felt his finger teasing at her anus. "Well you did say everything in this house," he said as he removed his finger and swirled the tip of his tongue around her butt hole before poking it ever so slightly within and wiggling. "Yes I did," Rochelle sighed as her butt was licked. Tom rubbed her clit his thumb as he continued to tease her anus before plunging his tongue deep between her pussy lips and licking inside her generously. Tom's cock was soon ready for more action and he stood behind her and worked it inside her pussy, moving back and forth, pushing her against the rail as he thrust deeper and deeper inside, Rochelle eagerly pushing back to meet his thrusts as she gazed at the view over the balcony. Tom felt the cool breeze stirring between his legs as he worked his cock in and out of Rochelle's pussy and knew that he'd never be able to stand out here again without thinking of the time that he got to do so whilst fucking the gorgeous young agent that sold him the house. He reached for her tits, fondling them and pulling her nipples as he rocked his hips back and forth slowly, taking his time, wanting to savour the sensation of her pussy sliding up and down his cock. He loved the view of her curved back as she leant over the rail, the tapering of her waist and the flare of her hips. Her butt cheeks were pert and perfect and he spread them with his hands as he drove his cock within her. Spreading them revealed her anus to him again and he decided that if was going to have her, he was going to have all of her. He dribbled saliva down over her puckered hole and worked his thumb inside as he continued to slide in and out. "Oh yes Tom," Rochelle said, feeling the digit squeeze into her anus. She knew from the moment that he'd licked her that he'd end up putting his cock in there and was waiting to feel his flesh spear inside, "I love it in my ass." Tom nearly lost it when Rochelle told him that. He pulled his cock from her pussy and slid it across her anus, listening to her all but purr as the length of his shaft slid across it, coating it with her own lubricant. He thrust back inside her pussy, working quickly and hard, getting his cock nice and wet again before pulling it out and positioning the head at her tight little back door. As he held it there, he felt Rochelle push against him, encouraging, urging, "Fuck my arse Tom, get your cock in my bum!" He pushed, watching as the head of his cock disappeared; the muscle of her sphincter squeezing his shaft as it slowly eased its way inside. Rochelle had her head hung forward, moaning as she felt Tom's cock working its way inside her butt. He slid back and pushed again, working deeper, pulling out and pushing in again. "Faster," she urged him with a hushed urgency as she relaxed enough and stretched to permit his entry. Tom responded, sliding his cock in and out, hands on her slim hips as he guided himself. Rochelle's hand moved between her legs to play with her clit as Tom fucked her up the arse. She twiddled and tweaked and rubbed at it, juices seeping down over it from her pussy even as she pushed back against the stiff cock. Tom was totally surprised by the eagerness with which Rochelle was pushing herself back against his cock and how vocally she was telling him to fuck her butt. Knowing she was also playing with her clit was a huge turn on and he knew that he wasn't going to last as long as he'd have liked. Rochelle cried out as she was rocked by another orgasm and Tom lost it as he felt her bum choke down on his penetrating shaft. He exploded in her butt, shooting his second load of cum deep inside her anus. "Oh God I love that feeling," Rochelle said, smiling back at him as his cock eased from her arse. Tom wasn't quite sure how to respond and was saved from having to do so when she added, "Don't know about you, but I think I'm going to try out your new shower." With her hand cupped under her bottom, she ran off, giggling with only a quick glance back to where Tom stood. Tom watched her lovely breasts bounce as she ran off until she had her back to him and he couldn't see them. Then he belatedly kicked himself into gear to follow her. He'd be mad to miss seeing her in the shower. By the time he got there, Rochelle was standing under the cascading water, blonde hair piled on top of her head in an effort to keep out of the water, which was rushing down the front of her body, her large breasts like rounded boulders in a waterfall. "Mind if I join you?" Tom asked. "Of course not, it's your house," Rochelle grinned back at him. She made room for him in the shower and Tom joined her in the generous alcove, his hands going directly to her breasts. He played with them for a while before lowering his head to suck on one of her hard little nipples, something he'd been meaning to do since they'd first been revealed to him. He swapped from one to the other, delighting in using his tongue to play with them and tease them. He was surprised to find that his cock was getting hard again. "Up for more are we?" Rochelle asked him with a grin, soaping her hands and sliding them up and down his cock. Tom groaned, his cock very sensitive from its earlier exertions. Rochelle dropped to her knees, taking his cock into her mouth, water flowing all over her, drenching her hair. She bobbed her head up and down the length of the shaft for a while before standing again. She stepped from the alcove and wrapped a towel about herself as Tom looked on. "I think you should save that one for Sara," she said to him. You should ring her and tell her that you've bought the house. Then, if I were you, I'd lay her out on the island bench and fuck her in the kitchen. She walked from the room, looking just as sexy in a towel as she did in a skirt and blouse. Tom turned the taps off and followed her, part of him wanting to take her a third time. He contemplated telling her she couldn't leave yet, that she was still his, but with her having mentioned Sara, he decided she was right. He should call her. Rochelle picked up the signed documents after tracking her various items of clothing down from around the house and took her jacket and bag from the hook, smiling at the thought of the commission the sale would put in her bank account. -------------------------------------- "Rochelle speaking," she said, answering her phone two hours later. "Rochelle, you're a wonder," exclaimed the woman on the other end of the phone. "I don't know how you convinced him to do it, but I've never been so happy. Thank you so so much, I wish there was something I could do for you." "It's fine Sara, knowing that you're happy and that you have the house you wanted is more than enough thanks for me." ----------------------------------- Rochelle looked across the table, staring at the couple, once again wondering who the decision maker was and what would motivate them to put up the extra thousands of dollars for the apartment. Was it the brunette or the red head? She realised that this was the first time that she'd ever sold a property to a lesbian couple and it was keeping her on her toes. They didn't have the same motivations as a traditional heterosexual couple and these two girls in particular seemed to have things very in sync. She was really struggling to find the angle that would get them there. It was their third visit and they'd put in a firm offer, but the vendor was adamant and wouldn't drop his price. Rochelle didn't mind as long as she could get these two girls to come up with the money, after all, a higher price meant a higher commission. The appointment ended with Rochelle none the wiser as to how to make this happen and so she led them to the door and said goodbye. Lucy, the brunette gave her a quick peck on the cheek and headed straight for the car. Rochelle went to farewell the red headed Lisa in the same manner and was surprised when Lisa turned her head at the critical moment, bringing their lips together ever so briefly. Lisa's arm also lingered on Rochelle's, her fingers sliding down her forearm as she left slowly, smiling back over her shoulder with a wink and a wave. ------------------------- "Hi Rochelle, its Lucy here, my partner and I were over checking the apartment on Highgate with you the other day?" "Yes, I remember Lucy, how are you, have you changed your mind?" "Well to be honest, I really want the place and I'm willing to pay the extra, but Lisa is being a bit stubborn. I wondered if I came up with the rest of the money whether we could just let her think that we'd managed to get it for less?" "I wouldn't advise that Lucy," Rochelle replied, "there's too many documents involved and she will find out." "Oh, ok," Lucy said, the disappointment in her voice almost palpable. "Look, perhaps if I took Lisa through the house alone and she had time and space to look objectively, without feeling any implied or real pressure from you as to how bad you want it, she might changer her mind," Rochelle offered. "Really? Well, maybe, I don't think she will, but perhaps it's worth a shot," Lucy answered. ----------------------------------- Rochelle stared into her closet. She knew exactly what she'd be pulling out if she were off to meet a male client, but today, she found herself wondering exactly what it was that she should wear. Heck, she wasn't even sure how she was going to approach this given there was no intent to prostitute herself for the sale like she'd done on other occasions. She decided to keep it simple, dressing like she would for any other day on the job, selecting a black skirted business suit and a sheer lemon blouse. She rummaged in her underwear draw and produced a pair of yellow lace boy short panties with a matching bra that she'd bought at Victoria's Secret. Simple black heels completed the ensemble. As she dressed, she found herself thinking back to the way that Lisa had turned her head and the way that her hand had lingered on her arm. Had she been hitting on her? She doubted it. ---------------------------------- "Hi Rochelle," the red headed Lisa greeted her as Rochelle held the door wide for her to come inside. "Welcome Lisa," Rochelle said, offering to take the coat that she was wearing. Lisa freed herself from the coat and held it out to the real estate agent. She was wearing a short skirted summer frock that showed off her long thin legs beautifully and as she moved into the house past Rochelle, she noted that she didn't appear to be wearing a bra, her nipples poking obviously against the fabric of her dress. "Ok, so Lucy seemed to think that if I saw this house on my own, I might change my mind, but I can't say that it's very likely. I like it, but it's just too much," she opened with. "Well I'm not here to force you or make the decision for you, I am simply here to show the house, point out its features and give you some time to look," Rochelle reassured her, leading her into the kitchen. "Do you have the list of features that you were looking for?" Rochelle asked. "No sorry I didn't bring it." "Well I have a copy here, would you like to see how the apartment compares to what you both said you were looking for?" "To be honest, no. I don't really mind how it compares to that. Lucy is more inclined to work that way, but I am a little more intuitive about these things. I know if she's happy with it that it will tick all those little boxes. I really just need to try and get a feel for the place, to see whether I will really feel at home here." "No problem at all," Rochelle said. "Make yourself as at home as you can." "Well," Lisa said, hesitating, " this is probably going to sound really weird and I understand if you say no, but do you mind if I undress?" Rochelle was lost for words for a moment. "Undress?" Rochelle finally stammered out. She breathed quickly as she tried to recover her composure. "I'm sure that would be fine ... I can't think why not anyway." She said. Rochelle was expecting to be asked to leave the room or the house or something, but Lisa just smiled happily at her and said, "Thanks" as she reached to the spaghetti straps of her frock and slipped them from her shoulders. The frock fell to the floor in a puddle of cotton and Rochelle was confronted with her total nudity. Not only had she not been wearing a bra, but nothing beneath her dress at all. Rochelle couldn't help but cast a critical eye over the sudden nudity before her. Lisa was thin, though not to the point of being too skinny, she thought, more lean. She had virtually no breasts to speak of, but long firm nipples. Her pubic hair was red and trimmed. Lisa smiled at her and started to move through the apartment. Rochelle Sells... Houses "Do you ever wander the house naked?" Lisa asked Rochelle as she followed her through the house, standing in well lit areas and letting the sun caress her skin. "Not deliberately, no, really only when I dash from the bathroom," Rochelle replied. "I find it incredibly uplifting," Lisa replied, "There's something so natural about being naked at home. I haven't convinced Lucy to try it yet, but she does enjoy finding me lazing about the house like this." "I can imagine," Rochelle answered, her eyes checking out the other girl again even though she had no real sexual intent. She'd never been with another woman, but seeing Lisa naked and knowing she was a lesbian, she did find her mind wandering in some odd places as they walked he apartment. "You should try it now with me," Lisa suggested. "Oh I don't think that would be very professional," Rochelle giggled in response. "Oh don't be silly, I won't tell. Hell, who knows, it might even help you sell the house," Lisa said with a smug grin, stepping in closer to the agent. "Just maybe it will help me imagine what it would be like to live here with Lucy and convince her to join me in a little bit of nudism." She said quietly. "I dunno," Rochelle said, blushing at the thought that this slightly older lesbian was asking her to get naked in the house that she was trying to sell. If it had been a bloke, she would have been sure that it was all about seeing Rochelle naked. Of course if it had been a bloke and he'd been willing to buy, she probably would have gone for it. "Oh come on, live a little," Lisa goaded, "If you don't like it, you can just get dressed again." Rochelle checked Lisa out again. She would have been 10 years older than herself, in very good shape, with lovely muscle definition on her lithe athletic frame. Did she dare? Could getting naked really help her sell the house. "Just how close to saying yes to this house are you?" Rochelle asked, deciding to try and get some confirmation before committing to something as outrageous as naked lesbian flirting in the house she was selling. "Well if there was no chance, I wouldn't have even come here and I sure as hell wouldn't be walking around naked if I wasn't close." Rochelle sighed. She'd done 'worse' to sell a house, what harm was there in being naked in front of another girl? She removed her jacket and then unzipped her skirt, Lisa leaning her butt against the back of the couch, watching as she stepped out of it to reveal her lacy yellow panties. Next she removed her blouse. "Nice underwear," Lisa said, smiling, "There's no way I could get away with yellow with my complexion." Rochelle smiled, reaching behind herself to release her bra before slipping her panties off as well, finally standing naked before her potential client. "Well I must say that what you promise when dressed, you certainly deliver on naked Rochelle. You are absolutely gorgeous." Rochelle blushed, mumbling her thanks. "Come on, let's explore the house." Rochelle followed or led as they moved from room to room, Lisa assessing each space in the house, discussing what she would likely use it for, asking Rochelle's opinion. She was very aware that Lisa spent a lot of time casting glances at her body and was surprised to find that the flattery of the inspection was actually starting to turn her on. She returned her own furtive glances, enjoying getting to watch the naked Lisa move so naturally about the house, checking out her butt, her small breasts and her tight nipples. She found herself wondering what it would be like to see Lisa tangled together with Lucy, her partner. "And this is the perfect spot for sex," Lisa said, startling Rochelle from her musings. "Er pardon?" Rochelle said. "I said that this is the perfect place for sex," Lisa laughed. "It's perfect. The fireplace is just there to keep you warm and the view over the little courtyard is delightful. I can just imagine laying here in winter, tangled in a blanket, heater pumping nice warm air as we stare over a frozen little garden. Lie down here with me and I'll show you." Rochelle hesitated. Lisa dropped down on the carpeted floor and patted it next to her. With a sigh, Rochelle thought about selling the house and joined her. "See, look at that, isn't the view lovely?" Lisa said, pointing out the window. "It certainly is," Rochelle replied, conscious of how close she was to the other woman. As she stared out the window, Lisa reached across gently and ran the back of her fingers across the curve of Rochelle's firm round breast. Rochelle yelped in surprise. "Sorry to startle you," Lisa said, "But they're so perfect, I just had to. I simply can't resist such perfect tits when I have none of my own." Rochelle bit her lip. "Um, its ok, I certainly wasn't expecting it, that's all," She said. "Have you ever been with a woman?" Lisa asked. Rochelle shook her head. "Kissed one?" Again the shake. "Do you want to?" "I've never had a desire to," Rochelle said almost apologetically. "Would you do it to sell this house?" Lisa asked, her fingers trailing again over Rochelle's breast, this time using her fingertips rather than the backs of them. They ran lightly across Rochelle's hardening nipple, drawing a flinch and small gasp. Rochelle pondered her response. What did she really have to lose? "Yes," she whispered. "Will you do it now? With me? Will you let me bring the sort of pleasure that really only comes from being with another woman?" Lisa's fingers were travelling rapidly over her body now, caressing the younger girl's smooth skin, running over her collar bone, her rib, swirling quickly around her belly button, even going so far as to dally amongst the short cropped landing strip above her pussy. "I will if you sign the papers," Rochelle replied. "So mercenary!" Lisa laughed, her fingers closing over Rochelle's right nipple and pulling gently. "Are you sure we can't do pleasure first and business later?" "Let's just say no," Rochelle replied with a grin, standing to go and retrieve her bag. A few minutes later, the documents had been signed and Lisa was dragging Rochelle back to the spot on the carpet, her hands eagerly beginning their exploration of the buxom blonde's body. "I'm so glad that I get to be your first," Lisa said, "There's something extra special about getting to be another girls' first kiss ... and well ... first everything." Rochelle smiled nervously as Lisa stopped talking and moved closer to her, taking her time, lips parting. She found that she was holding her breath as Lisa's lips closed on hers, soft, determined, sensual lips that melded to her own in a delicious joining that was then separated by a gently probing tongue. Lisa allowed it into her mouth, her own tongue greeting it tentatively as it twirled within. Her heart beat faster and faster, her nipples tightened and butterflies fluttered a dance of discovery within her stomach. She could never have said how long the kiss lasted for, only that at the moment that it ended, that her world had seemingly changed ever so slightly, but forever. "Wow," Rochelle said, her tongue licking her lips as if trying to savour forever the taste of Lisa. "And that's why I so love being someone's first," Lisa said breathlessly before kissing her again. This time Rochelle became aware of Lisa's hands as well as they slid over her waist and hip, then up over her breast, massaging it, feeling its firm weight as their tongues continued to introduce themselves to each other. Lisa's hand slid down over Rochelle's buttock and then to the back of her leg, pulling it toward her, lifting even as her own leg drifted between until her thigh was nestled against Rochelle's pussy where it rubbed insistently. Rochelle found herself grinding back against the thigh, her kisses growing hungrier as they continued. Lisa pushed Rochelle's shoulder gently until she was flat on her back. She moved over the top of her, continuing to kiss her in short, passionate bursts, her hands playing with her generous breasts, her knee spreading Rochelle's legs. She planted light kisses all over the younger girl's body, teasing her neck and nipples, her stomach, even planting one on her her pubic mound as Rochelle's hands tangled in her hair. She sucked hard on Rochelle's nipples, delighting in taking them in her mouth and drawing them as far as she could into the depths of her mouth, flicking them with her tongue or gently pulling them between her teeth, Rochelle moaning happily as she did so. Lisa's fingers found Rochelle's wet slit, caressing and sliding over it before slipping quickly between them, a single digit dipping inside her pussy before sliding up over her clit. For some reason Rochelle expected her touch to be gentle, in contrast to the men that had touched her there. And although not has hard as a man's, it was instead more insistent than forceful. It was lovely and then it was gone. Lisa brought her finger to her lips. "The good thing about girls," she explained as she sucked on her finger, "Is that unlike boys, their juices actually taste good." Before Rochelle could even think about responding, she found that Lisa's hand had returned between her legs and that her mouth was again attacking her breasts. She kissed her way up to her face, tongue slipping into her mouth again and then she was rubbing her small breast against Rochelle's mouth, her long hard nipple grazing across her soft lips. Rochelle allowed herself to go with the experience, opening her mouth and flicking her tongue across the nipple before sucking it back between her lips. Lisa responded by sliding a second finger into her pussy and working them determinedly as she replaced one nipple with the other. Rochelle moaned as the fingers worked away in her pussy which was getting wetter by the second. She moaned louder when the fingers were again withdrawn. Then the nipple was taken from her mouth and replaced with the wet fingers. "See how good you taste Rochelle?" Lisa said as she fed the slippery fingers into Rochelle's mouth. Even though she'd tasted herself before (typically on a nice hard cock) Rochelle found the experience of another girl getting her to taste herself even more erotic. When Lisa withdrew her fingers again, Rochelle watched her move them to her own pussy, slipping them between her swollen lips, working them deep into her hole. She had a feeling that she knew what was coming next and waited. Sure enough, Lisa withdrew her fingers and again fed them into Rochelle's mouth, offering her her first taste of another girl's pussy. She sucked it critically, noting the difference between the taste of herself and that of Lisa, both delightful. "And now I want a proper taste of you," Lisa whispered in her ear before sliding her way down Rochelle's body until she was between her legs. Her tongue dove between Rochelle's lips, curling and twisting and flicking and probing inside her pussy, each new movement bringing a gasp or cry of pleasure from Rochelle. Lisa's hands weren't idle either, reaching for her large breasts, pulling her nipples, feeding a finger into her pussy while she was licking at her clit. It seemed endless. Never before had Rochelle found someone who paid such loving, detailed and patient attention to her pussy with their mouth. All the guys who'd gone down on her had only ever used it as a pretext to stuffing their cock in her. This though, this was being treated like the main event. It was heavenly. The build up to her orgasm was long and slow, but relentless and unending. By the time she was ready to cum, Rochelle wasn't sure that she'd even be able to let Lisa continue long enough to reach it. When she did cum, it was amazing. She had never cum so hard, her back arching and legs shaking, whimpers and gasps and moans voicing the incredible pleasure that she'd received. Lisa moved back to where she could kiss her and suck on her tits again. "Oh fuck," Rochelle said to her amidst the kisses. "I hope that was half as good for you as it was for me." "Oh I had a ball," Lisa replied, fingers still playing idly with Rochelle's nipples. "But we're not done. Now you get to be the eater." She crawled across Lisa's body until she was able to squat, her pussy being presented right to Rochelle's mouth. Rochelle snaked out with her tongue, flicking it at the pussy, seeing the pale puffy lips in their aroused state even through the cropped red hair that adorned them. Lisa's fingers parted herself, her little clit hard and erect as it was thrust against Rochelle's tongue. She rocked back and forth on the younger girl's face, moving herself as much as the tongue moved on her. Lisa persisted for several moments before moving to lie beside Rochelle. She pulled her legs up so that she was totally exposed and asked Rochelle to eat her. "And rub your tit on my pussy," she demanded hungrily. Rochelle moved between Lisa's parted legs and ran her fingers over the other girl's pussy, exploring, seeing what would make her flinch or gasp or groan. She dangled her large firm breast over the pussy and rubbed her nipple right against Lisa's clit before moving in to devour her with her tongue. She tried to remember what Lisa had done for her and make it just as good, hoping she was getting it right. Judging by Lisa's responses, she couldn't have been too far off the mark and before too long, she had her cumming hard. She allowed Lisa's legs to fall to the floor and moved to kiss and suck at the nipples on her flat chest, playing and enjoying them. "I hope you two are very happy here," Rochelle said as she gave Lisa a kiss goodbye at the front door. "Oh I know we will be," Lisa said with a smile, "Anytime you want to come by and check up on us, feel free. I am sure that I could convince Lucy that you're worth sharing. "I don't know about that," Rochelle laughed, "But I think you've opened a door that I may not be able to close!