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The Realtor

By: Redd



Several years ago, the company I worked for transferred me across the country. Here I was in a strange town, no friends, and feeling very alone. I spent several days living out of a hotel room, as I searched for my new home. I had visited several realtors, but was put off by their attitudes, and I wanted to find someone interested in finding me a home that I wanted, not what they wanted. Making an appointment with the next realtor in the yellow pages, I expressed my disappointment with the others, and was reassured that I would be taken care of.

Carol was the agent who met with me, a nice looking middle-aged woman, smartly dressed. She sat down with me and listened at length at my desires for a home. I was impressed by her demeanor, and obvious desire to find me what I wanted. With a charming smile, Carol offered to show me three homes that afternoon. Passing a note to her coworkers, Carol, led me out to her car, insisting on driving me to the homes.

Being the gentleman that I am, I opened the car door for her, recieving a smile and a "Thank You Kind Sir", from Carol. I also was treated to the sight of her shapely legs as she sat down and swung them into the car.

With me settled into my side of the car, Carol began to chat, asking me about my background, my transfer, my time with my company. Nothing personal, just friendly conversation during the drive. I was idlely replying, all the while distracted by the fact that Carol had unbuttoned her jacket, letting me see the white blouse beneath. With her attention on her driving, Carol was not aware that a couple of buttons on her blouse had come undone as well. Her motions in driving would occasionally gap open her blouse, giving me a peek at her lacey white bra, and her very deep cleavage.

A full roundness of tan skin contrasting the frilly white lace of her bra, and I was wondering if her wonderful breasts were tan all over.

Pulling into a drive, Carol knocked me out of my fantasy, announcing our arrival. Out I leaped, to be sure and play the part of a gentleman, and open her door for her. Standing beside the car, I offered my hand to Carol, to assist her out of the car. With a warm smile, Carol took my hand into hers, and swung her legs out. Another glimpse of her legs, was my reward. As I pulled Carol up from her seat, her blouse flaired open, giving me a quick glimpse of her ripe breasts, cradled in the lacey confines of her bra. Standing, Carols blouse closed and she didn't seem to be aware of the display she had just given me.

For the next thirty minutes, Carol led me through the house, giving me the usual speech, though I knew from the beginning it was not the house for me. I just wanted to follow her around, and listen to her voice. Pausing at the patio door, Carol ask me how I felt about the house, and I told her of the thing I disliked, and why.

Carol listened, and asked the right questions, showing she knew her business. She made notes in her book, and believed she could get closer to what I wanted. Back out to the car, with me repeating my helping her into the car, with another peek at her legs. Again the drive, to anothe house, and more chit chat, and still her blouse was giving me peeks at her breasts. But now I'm not so sure it's accidental.

At one point, at the first house, Carol excused herself to use the restroom, and I'm sure she would have noticed her loose buttons when she checked herself in the mirror. So perhaps this is one of her ploys to sell houses, I began to think. Nevertheless, I was enjoying the show, and I was going to buy a house. Unfortunately the next two were not what I had in mind either. Back at her office, Carol made some calls, and arranged for me to see, the next day, a home that would be coming onto the market. With the evening approaching, I thanked Carol for her time, began to leave. Caught by surprise, I heard Carol invite me to dinner. She knew I was alone from our visit, yet from the large diamond on her left finger, I thought she was married. Carol admitted she was a widow, and wore her ring out of her love for her past husband. And it kept the wolves at bay, she added with a smirk. I could imagine, with the figure she had, that she would be pursued by all the men in the neighborhood.

Not wanting to spend another night dining alone, I gratefully accepted her invitation. Plus to spend more time in her company, was something I truly wanted to do. Carol drove us to a nice restaurant, where we had a nice dinner, with the small talk coming easily. I felt she was really begining to relax in my company, laughing at my silly stories, offering her own, in reply. Perhaps it was the wine, or maybe we just connected, but Carol and I were talking as if we had been friends for years.

Strange to be opening up to a someone you have only know for a few hours. Yet we exchanged private bits of our lives, as if it were the natural thing to do.

In too short of time, we finished our meal, and I paid the tab, much to the protest of Carol. She said it was her invitation, and her bill, but I was not having any part of it. Mocking anger, Carol was strikingly beautiful, her eyes flashing, her perfect lips pouting. Quite an eyefull! Yet it was all in fun, Carol admitted, she was having a wonderful time.

The walk out to her car, Carol feeling the effects of the wine, put her arm under mine, and clung to me. To have her so close was intoxicating. With all of her five feet, five inches, snuggled up against me, gave me a flash of heat. Believing that I was less affected by the wine, I led Carol to the passenger side of her car, with no protest from her.

Taking my place behind the wheel, I gathered my senses, checking if I was able to drive. Looking over at Carol, I was pleased to see her sitting with her legs crossed, her skirt creeping up a firm looking thigh.

As my eyes traveled up, taking in the sight of her white blouse, filled with her femine charms, I felt another flash of heat. With my eyes in hers, I asked Carol for directions to her house. My request brought a wide smile to her face, and a shifting in her position. Leaning close, Carol just pointed her finger down the street, and whispered, "I'll teel you when to turn." Doing my best to keep my eyes on the road, and out of her cleavage, was a test of willpower. Thankfully, I caught a few redlights, and the chance to look down her blouse. Carol had not returned to her corner of the front seat, contented it seemed, to lean on the arm rest between us.

Offering me, a great view, which I knew was deliberate at this point. And it was truly a great view, the fullness of her breasts was not to be ignored. I love the way the curves came together, creating that deep vee, that I desperately wanted to rest my face in.

After more twists and turns than I could count, Carol pointed me up a hedge lined drive. It was not a modest house, yet it was not ostentatious. Leaning very close, Carol reached for the remote for the garage door, giving me a deep breath of her fragrance, musky and desirable. Pulling into the oversize garage, I could see that it would have held six, but had only one other. Something small under a cover.

Running on instinct, I got out of the car, went around, and helped Carol, up and out. Rising with my help, she struggled to keep her balance, falling into my arms. "Thank You Kind Sir!" came from her lips, slightly slurred from the effects of the wine. With Carol pressing her body to mine, I could not resist the urge to kiss her. A light kiss, just to check her reaction. Carol responded in kind, giving me a short peck on the lips, followed by a longer, more pressing kiss. And then broke away, her eyes flashing, pulling me across the garage, telling me over her shoulder, that she must get to a restroom. Out the side door, into the backyard, Carol led me through the darkness, to a poolhouse. Leaving me at the door, she offered her apologies for the rush, and disappeared into the darkroom.

Standing outside, my eyes adjusting to the low light, I realized that it was a deep growth of vegetation that made it so dark. Trees, bushes, vines, were everywhere, creating a jungle effect. Through the leaves and branches, I could make out the glow of the swimming pool. The lights from below casting its eerie light on the surroundings. It was amazing!

I was startled by Carols sudden appearance, not hearing her approach. In her bare feet, Carol tiptoed up to my face, wrapping her arms around my neck, and kissed me deeply. Her tongue plunging deep into my mouth, her kiss was sweet, hot, demanding. "I've wanted to do that since dinner!" Carol whispered in my ear. Returning the effort, I kissed her till she struggled for breath. Breaking apart, I looked deep into her eyes, I heard myself asking her if I needed to call a cab, to take me back to my hotel.

Carol, breathing hot breaths down my neck, shook her head no! For several minutes we just embraced each other, no words, no movement, just letting the obvious sink in.

"Carol" I asked, "Could you show me to the bathroom?" The wine had caught up with me. That sense of being relaxed with each other returned, as she giggled a bit, releasing the tension from our impending sex.

After tending my business, I found her where I had been, standing looking over at the pool. Now in my bare feet, I crept up on her, and gave her a bit of surprise. With my arms wrapped around her, drawing her backside to my front, I kissed her on the neck. She snuggled her tight little butt against my stiffening shart, still trapped in my pants.

"This is quite the jungle you have here!" I breathed into her ear, as I looked over her shoulder, at the pool. "Hummm" I think so" she replied.

"So tell me, if its a jungle, what do we wear?" I whispered into Carols ear. Twisting her head around, drawing my face to hers, Carol kissed me, and replied, "Absolutely nothing!"

Pushing me away, Carol spun around, the wild animal within, and gave me the challenge, "When your naked, come find me!" and dashed off into the shadows. I felt the animal lust within me rise to the chase, as I stripped off my clothes as fast as I could. Then I was on the hunt! Naked I slipped through the trees, feeling my senses coming alive! Feeling the bushes caressing my throbbing, erect, shaft and swinging balls. Down the dark path I had watched Carol take, I came across the white blouse.

Soon I found the skirt I had been peeking up, followed by the lace lined bra. Knowing those two full breasts were bare in the darkened yard, made my blood race. Down a path through the bushes, I came to a pair of white silk panties. Lifting them to my nose, I breathed deep the scent of a woman, feeling the wetness left by her pussy, tasting the essence of a woman in heat. My senses alert to every sound, I felt her presence near. I knew she was trying to escape around the pool, leading me to set a trap. Taking cover beneath a large leafy plant, I waited her out. A breaking of a twig gave her away, and I was ready.

As she crept out of the shadows, I took in the beauty of her body. Her curves were divine, breasts full and ripe, nipples erect from her excitement, narrow waist, flairing hips, a tiny rise in her tummy, above a very trimmed pussy! Just a tuft of hair above the clit!

She never saw me, in my hiding, only to be surprised as I leaped out, taking her in my arms, and forcing her to the cool grass. Without foreplay, needing to satisfy my animal hunger, I forced myself between her legs, and began to search her pussy with my probing dick. Soon I found the hot, wet, spot I was needing, and plunged fully into her gash. In a mock rape, I rammed her unmercifully, till I knew I was going to erupt. Carol met my every thrust, her own animal needs rising to the moment. She cried out her pleasure, her orgasums repeating, as we thrashed about, pounding against each other. Without words, without tenderness, we fucked as starved animals. Needing to be fucked! Demanding to be fucked! With Carols legs wrapped around my waist, her pussy meeting my every thrust, her screams piercing my ears, I erupt!

Over and over I gush forth the energy from my loins, Carol filling, spilling, engulfing my spasms. Collapsing upon her, I breathed the deep sigh of relief. "Too much time, between lovers", I breathed into her ear.

Carol kissed me, replying, "No lovers since my husband!"

Letting her revelation sink in, I wondered what would happen next.

The Realtor



Although this is a work of fiction, it is inspired by a very elegant woman I have known for about 10 years. She is beautiful and intelligent, with a great business sense. I have often thought she could be a very successful Real Estate Agent, especially in the high end market. After you read this you'll know why.

I had just arrived in the Austin area, having accepted a promotion to an executive position with the company I have been with for about 15 years. At first I was reluctant because I really did not want to move, but when they offered me a salary well into six figures with bonuses, moving incentives, and the perks of a Vice President position, well, I was hooked.

I decided to take full advantage of all the perks and to at least have a comfortable home. Yes, there are bachelors that do want to live in a single home. 

I didn't know one realtor from another in Austin, so I went on the recommendation provided by the President's secretary. She has lived in the area all her life and has recommended the same realtor several times for other senior executives in the company with only the most outstanding results. I told her I would appreciate her assistance, and she said she would call Lillian to tell her to expect my call.

When I called and introduced myself, and said Marge had recommended her, Lillian immediately welcomed my call. Even over the phone I could tell she was giving me her undivided attention. She had a very warm voice and was clearly very knowledgeable of the upscale property market in the area. I provided a brief description of what I was interested in and made an appointment for a few days later so she would have time to do some research for the best prospects for my specific needs. 

For the appointment I wore a business suit. When I arrived, Lillian's secretary showed me right in indicating I was expected. I was immediately struck by her roomy and richly appointed office which only a very successful real estate broker would have the privilege of having. I was also struck by Lillian herself, dressed professionally elegant in a dark blue business suit that certainly impressed. She was wearing a slender skirt cut stylishly above the knee, a jacket with a single button and a silky white blouse, left unbuttoned just enough and shiny stockings. As we shook hands and exchanged greetings I immediately noticed her smile, beautiful eyes and perfectly styled hair. Of course I would be less than honest if I didn't say I also noticed Lillian's D-cup breasts as I allowed my eyes to take in the stunning woman before me.

Lillian invited me to sit in one of the comfortable chairs near her desk and then lifted one leg to sit on the edge of the desk as she briefed me on her services and we discussed my desires. She finished by briefing me on the properties she would be showing me that day. Lillian certainly had my complete attention as she was showing off an ample amount of her very shapely thighs.

"Shall we go," Lillian asked? "My car is just outside." 

I followed her out the private entrance and after opening the driver's door for her, I got in the front next to her. There was no missing her lovely legs as her skirt rode up when she sat down. 

Our conversation was lively as we chatted about the area and I enjoyed hearing her thoughts and I told her about my new position. 

"Very impressive," Lillian stated after I indicated I was a new VP with the company.

I returned the compliment saying, "I am already impressed with your service and knowledge." Continuing, "Your office is certainly a tribute to your success in the business and I'm sure you didn't get overnight.

"Actually, last year I closed deals on 34 properties over $1 million."

"Wow! Now that is impressive," I said.

Arriving at the first house, I quickly got out and opened her door. It was very hard not to look at her lovely legs especially as she stepped out of the car, revealing a lot more of her lovely thighs. Our eyes met and we both smiled knowingly as she smoothed her skirt to make it slide down again. 

The house she chose to show me first was already vacant but well appointed with many extra features. Not only did I find the house beautiful, but I couldn't help but watch Lillian as she moved around showing and explaining all the special features. It was difficult not to notice "Her" special features. The single button of her jacket enhanced the fullness of her breasts and slim waist. When she bent slightly to show me a lower cabinet in the kitchen the sight of her skirt stretched tightly across her shapely rear was eye catching. Soon she was leading me upstairs and I have to admit, I wasn't looking at the house at that point, but up Lillian's skirt.

Reaching the top, she turned as if to make sure I was following since I had fallen silent. She caught me looking and asked, "What do you think of the features so far?" 

I answered with one word, "Impressive." 

We completed the tour and headed back out to the car. Just as I opened her door her cell phone rang and she sat in the seat still facing me with one leg in the car and the other still on the ground, as she checked who was calling. She did not take the call saying, "I don't take calls when I am servicing a client. Your time is very valuable and I do not like to interrupt your enjoyment of what I am showing you."

Obviously her skirt had again ridden up and this time I could see the tops of her stockings and the garters holding them in place. Was I staring? Probably so, but when our eyes met again Lillian was smiling at me and asked, "Are you ready to see more?"

I enthusiastically said, "Yes!"

The second house, also empty, was even more gorgeous than the first. Again I helped Lillian out of the car and since it had warmed up quite a bit, I took my jacket off and placed it on the back seat. 

"I agree it certainly is getting very warm. That looks like a good idea." 

She opened the single button, and I helped her take the jacket off and carefully lay it on the seat also. The silky material of her blouse clung to her breasts showing off their fullness.

I found this house very interesting with plenty of special features, but in all honesty, at this point my focus was really on Lillian. It was such a pleasure to watch her move. It seems as though as she showed each of the home's features, she was also showing her own features off. I just loved the wiggle of her hips and ass as she led me from room to room.

Unfortunately, these were the only two properties we could see this day, but she had one more vacant one to show me the following day and then one that is still occupied and fully furnished to show the day after that. As we rode back to your office we agreed on an appointment time the next day. 

Returning to the office, I again open her door and then reach to retrieve out jackets. As I return hers we shake hands, but our hands seem to linger as our eyes meet and we warmly smile at each other. I tell her, "we are off to a wonderful start and I look forward to seeing more lovely features tomorrow."

The next day I am again promptly shown into Lillian's office when I arrive and before we can even shake hands I am struck by the red suit she is wearing. It is very form fitting with a tight skirt that is considerably shorter than her suit the previous day. The jacket has two buttons and she is not wearing a blouse under the jacket. It is very easy to notice her cleavage as the jacket has a plunging neckline and she must be wearing a push up bra. It took what seemed like a long while to cross the room because I was taking in the lovely vision before me. But, when we do come together we shake hands and I notice she was also looking me over. Our full smiles tell each other we both enjoyed what we saw.

Without hesitation we head out as she advises this property is special and will take longer to see all the features. Ever the gentleman, I open her door and my eyes enjoy the sight of her legs in her spike heels. As I get in, she is adjusting her position and her stocking tops are clearly visible. Additionally, her jacket has opened slightly because she is now sitting and I can see her shapely mounds pushed up out of her lacey bra. 

Our conversation is again easy as we ride and we become more familiar with each other. As we arrive, she stops the car at the foot of the driveway to allow me to get an initial impression. She gives me a few moments to take in the overall view, then turns towards me and asks, "What do think?" As she moved to face me more of her lovely thighs are revealed and her jacket opens wider. 

Without taking my eyes off her I respond, "Lovely, absolutely lovely." 

We head to the house and she unlocks the door and I open it for her. As she slides by me I am treated to the wonderful scent of her perfume and as we slowly stroll through the house I sense that we are walking and standing closer together. I can already clearly see this house is much nicer than the others and it will take much more time to see everything. As she leads the way she frequently touches me on the arm to follow or to note something special. As we enter the kitchen I tell her I enjoy cooking so she makes sure I see all the features. One of particular note she points out is the arrangement of the easily accessible shelves in the lower cabinets for storing cookware which she turns and bends over to demonstrate. With her tight skirt I am treated to a lovely view and notice her thong is a perfect matching color with her suit. 

She asks me, "Do you like the easy access?" 

"It is beautiful," I respond. 

When she stands back up, unlike previous times, she doesn't immediately lower her skirt again as she urns to lead on. From the kitchen we head upstairs and of course, I follow. As she goes up she tries to smooth her skirt back down but the effort is futile and I truly enjoy watching her wiggle her ass. At the top she stops to point out the view from the large window at the entry. As she does she is very close to me and I sense she is caressing my arm with her breasts. At the same time I am again filled with the scent of her perfume and tell her, "I love your perfume, it is very exciting. What is it?" 

She tells me and I respond, "It makes you very desirable." 

Lillian's smile and touch on my arm tell me she is very pleased with my comment.

We move to the Master bedroom and she takes me out on the terrace to show me the view. I sit down on one of the built in benches as she leans back against the railing facing me and raises her foot, hooking the heel of her shoe over the middle rail. This provides a clear view of the bright red thong covering her feminine treasure. She asks, "What do you think of this view?" 

"I absolutely love your suit. You look absolutely stunning in it."

"Thank you for the nice compliment. That is exactly the view I was hoping you were interested in. We are definitely on the same wavelength, aren't we?"

As we share a laugh at the fact that we are both having the same thoughts, I respond, "I'm glad we are both thinking the same way."

Lillian continued, "This suit was a gift from one of my clients. I get excited wearing the attractive clothes they have given me."

"I really do enjoy the whole outfit, particularly your matching red bra. 

"I'm glad you appreciate it. I like to provide special service to my special clients." 

We linger a while longer, and deciding I have seen all the features we head back to the office. There, we spend a few minutes enjoying the cool air and discussing the last property she will be showing me tomorrow, Saturday. She tells me, "It is really special and I'm sure you will see many very special features tomorrow. 

"I'm sure I will and, Lillian, I just want to tell you again how striking you look in your suit today." I also note how excited she really is as her hard nipples are clearly visible poking out through the material of both her bra and her suit.

"Since tomorrow is Saturday I will be the only one in the office so just ring the buzzer at the private entrance when you arrive and I will come let you in."

As I leave, I kiss her lightly on each cheek and thank her for your very special services.

Saturday is hotter than any day in recent memory, so I wear only a white golf shirt and a pair of nice black slacks. At Lillian's office I ring the buzzer and in a few moments she is there to let me in. As I enter she welcomes me with a kiss on each cheek. "Just returning the gesture from yesterday," she says with a warm smile. 

The heat obviously impacted her choice of clothes too. As I follow her into the office, I notice her short, tight black skirt with a rather long slit up the rear. She offers me a seat on the sofa facing her desk and leans back against her desk with her hands on the top behind her. Her legs are gorgeous and I see that the front of her skirt has a slit just like the back, so her thighs are nicely displayed. As my eyes move up I can't help but notice her full tits with dark nipples clearly visible through the thin material of her white blouse. We exchange comments about the weather, how hot it is and that dressing lightly is important to stay cool. Lillian walks around to the back of her desk to retrieve the paper to brief me on the property she is showing me today and returns to the same position in front of her desk again. As she moved I can tell through the material of her blouse that she is indeed wearing a bra and enjoy the delightful jiggle of her breasts. I try to listen intently as she speaks, but I am curious about her bra, since her tits are so clearly visible. She moves slightly as she is speaking and I can finally see she is wearing a "Shelf" bra that beautifully supports her tits while still leaving them uncovered almost as if she is offering them to me and obviously, makes for a fantastic sight. 

"Thank you, this property sounds irresistible, but I do have a couple questions." (See I was listening) I ask about several items in the house and continue, "I really enjoy your choice in clothes today. You are a gorgeous sight." 

"I thought you would like it, she says with a seductive smile.

As always I open the door of the car for her to get in and enjoy a very lovely view of her stockinged legs and given the slits in her skirt I am curious when I do not see any hint of panties or a thong. As we ride, although we are chatting, I must confess it is difficult to not look at her tits. But I guess she probably does not mind either.

Upon entering the house I have to gasp as it is even more beautiful than I could have imagined. The owners have done a fantastic job decorating. As we tour the house I notice that besides showing the house off, Lillian is also showing off, and yes, I enjoy it thoroughly. 

The house has a bar decorated as an Irish Pub and we sit on the stools to take it all in. While there, her movements actually cause her blouse to open and one of her lovely tits is completely visible, and I am pleased that she makes no effort to cover it. 

I finally comment, "You outfit is even more lovely than when I complimented you back at you office."

Lillian looks down and notices the open blouse and then sensuously opens it more saying, "I guess I should let you see both my tits." 

"I really like your bra."

Believe it or not, we return to our conversation about the house and then head upstairs to see the rest. I am happy to see that she leaves her blouse wide open and I thoroughly enjoy watching her tits jiggle as she walks with that very seductive wiggle in her ass. She obviously knows where my eyes are focused as she leads the way up the wide staircase and allows me to look up your skirt. The upstairs is every bit as beautiful as the first floor but the most fantastic sight is when we are in the Master bedroom and Lillian playfully gets on the edge of the bed on her hands and knees and says, "I bet you could really find a way to enjoy a suite like this."

I couldn't help but agree with her statement, because as she posed I was treated to a fantastic view of the treasure between her legs since she was not wearing panties and I said, "Lillian that is the absolute best feature of all."

I help her back off the bed and we head back downstairs and she makes no effort to pull her skirt back down. We return to the bar and sitting on the stools facing each other to discuss the four houses she has shown me.

I say "Actually, there isn't much to discuss as this house is my choice."

She gives me her seductive smile again and extends her foot and lightly caresses my crotch with her high heels and asks, "Are you interested in making any offers?"

"Yes, a couple," I respond.

We promptly head out to go back to your office and do the paperwork. As she gets in the car, she lingers for a long moment with one foot already in and the other still on the ground giving me a wonderful view of her glistening womanhood. 

At the office we concentrate on the paperwork and when it is ready to sign she beckons me to the side of her chair for the necessary signatures. 

Lillian says, "You said you wanted to make a couple offers?"

Silently I open my pants that have been barely hiding my erection and take it out. Her warm smile intensifies and after a short moment she takes my cock in her hand, followed quickly by the pleasure of her lips. 

Time escapes us as we both enjoy the pleasure. Lillian reminds me, "I told you I provide special services to my special clients and I am also very proud to offer services after the sale too."

Continued



The Realtor



Carole Towe is excited!

She has just completed the requirements for her Real Estate License and today is her first showing.

Her first on her own that is, she has been following Burke around for several months, this is her first opportunity to prove herself.

The Langdons seem like the perfect prospect for the first property they are going to look at today.

As she drives up to the new house, there are several trucks parked in the driveway. She begins to fume, the builder promised his men would be finished and the house spotless, now she can't even park in the driveway.

Carole controls her anger as she climbs the steps and enters through the front door.

Don Mason is busily collecting cleaning supplies and is yelling for his people to load up and get moving.

He turns and apologizes as she walks in. "I told you we would be finished, I didn't think it would be this close though".

He can't help but notice Carole. She is especially beautiful this morning. He has never seen her without her jeans and cowboy boots but today she has on a cute sun dress with nylons and heels and she is a Knockout.

Carole's anger instantly disappears, Don has made sure the house is ready for her.

She walks out with the workers and when their trucks are gone, she goes to her car to move it to the driveway. As she opens the door, Don is pulling along side and rolls down his window.

She continues to get in, as she does, the hem of her dress rises high on her shapely thighs.

She can see Don watching as she smooths her dress down. This is awkward, normally she wears pants or jeans, and this dress is difficult to manage. It is still warming to have him notice.

Don says "Good luck," and asks her to let him know how the showing goes. She tells him she will, thinking the way he noticed her, felt nice.

She pulls her car into the drive, gets out and goes around to the trunk to get her briefcase. As she is picking up her things from the trunk, another car drives up.

Bob Langdon likes what he sees as he drives up to the new house. Their Realtor, bent over, reaching into the trunk of her car, he can see her thigh-top nylons, his favorite.

The legs are great, long and shapely. "I wonder how the rest of her looks?" he thinks as she raises with her things.

He receives with a big smile from a beautiful young woman.

Carole is slightly disappointed when she sees the man get out of his car alone, this was supposed to be a couple.

Bob introduces himself and explains that his wife Pat is on her way and should arrive shortly.

Carole relaxes visibly, and asks, "Would you like to go on in or look around outside first?"

"I'll just walk around out here, while you get unlocked and ready to show us around."

"Great!" She says. "Feel free to look at anything you want, I will go in and get ready." 

Carole starts up the steps, feeling much better.

Don watches her as she goes gracefully up the front steps. "She looks good!" he thinks.

As she reaches the top step, he can see that his original thought is correct, she has fantastic legs and the rest of her is fine too.

Her dress shows her figure off, without being too blatant.

"I wonder what Pat will think?" he muses as he walks around the house.

Inside, Carole puts her things down on the kitchen counter and begins to walk through to make sure everything looks just right.

Walking through the house, she is thinking about the way Bob Langdon was looking at her.

"I believe he likes me, he was watching me climb the front stairs and that is taking advantage of my natural attributes like Ms. Taylor had suggested."

Outside, Pat Langdon drives up to the house. "This is perfect!" she says to herself, "I hope the interior feels right also."

As Pat enters the front door, she calls out "Don, are you here?"

Carole answers, "He is outside, I am in the kitchen, I'll be right there."

Pat enters the kitchen as Carole stoops in front of her briefcase on the floor. Pat immediately notices the swell of Carole's breasts through the open top. "I will have to watch Bob around this one.," she thinks to herself.

"Hi, I am Pat Langdon." she says as Carole rises to meet her.

Pat is thinking, this is a beautiful young woman, I hope she knows real estate as well as she looks.

"I'm Carole Towe, your husband is walking outside, where would you like to start?"

Let's start up stairs and work our way down." Pat answers.

"OK, follow me." Carole says as she turns toward staircase.

She and Pat begin inspecting the layout of bedrooms and baths on the upper level of the house.

Carole hears the door shut in the foyer and starts down the staircase, "We are upstairs." she calls out. As she reaches the landing, she sees Bob just below her.

He is watching her again. It is making her stomach feel a little tight but she enjoys the attention.

"Hi Bob, Pat and I are looking through the bedrooms up here, are you going to join us?"

As Bob is starting to reply, Pat ask a question from above, Carole turns around and lifts her foot to the step and tells Pat that Bob is here.

Below, Bob is watching, when Carole lifted her foot to take a step and stopped, the dress rose up her leg, and he can see smooth skin above the thigh-top hose.

Bob asks, " Where is the Electrical entrance?"

Carole is listening to what Pat is saying from above and doesn't hear his question. She turns back to him, "Excuse me?".

She has caught him again, he doesn't try to hide his admiration of her body, she thinks, "I might enjoy teasing this one."

Carole knows he is watching her, even though her back is to him. She is alert for an opportunity to show him a little more.

Pat comes to the top of the stairs at this moment, and asks for the paint sample they were using earlier. Carole brings the sample out and hands it to Pat, she takes the opportunity to stretch enough, that she can feel the hem of her dress moving up with the motion.

She can feel cool air between her thighs and knows Bob is now feasting his eyes on her round ass in her tiny white panties.

She experiences a slight shudder from inside as she enjoys the thought of him wanting to reach up and put his hands on her silk covered ass.

To be continued. 



The Realtor



Pulling up on a small, two-story house is something Val had become used to. The yard littered with toys, a mini-van in the driveway. Val was a real estate agent. She'd been doing it for years and never had trouble sealing a deal. This house looked like many others, and she figured the soccer mom living here, run rampant by driving her kids all over was ready to re-locate to somewhere closer to the schools, soccer fields and grocery stores, which she could definitely offer, but selling this house came first. Checking the address before climbing out of the car and adjusting her skirt, Val surveyed the yard again, making notes of what had to be cleaned up, put away, and which things gave it that 'home sweet home' feel that people loved to see, and buy into. The Tonka truck lying by the step had flattened the flowers that lined the walk and the rock garden was strewn about the driveway. Evidence of dog was on the grass. Holding her papers to her chest, Val cautiously made her way up the driveway, stepping over a sea of toys and up the steps to ring the doorbell. A pleasant chime rang out and she stood waiting.

'Fuck...' Bryan thought. He hadn't forgotten about the agent coming, but after taking the kids to school, doing the laundry, and trying to clean up the house time had gotten away from him. His dogs barked loudly.

"Just a minute!" 

He shouted, not that she heard him over the noise. Looking down at himself he sighed, he was only dressed in loose fitting jeans and a muscle shirt. Bryan was tall, with a muscular build. His goatee and shaved head gave off a rugged impression, as nice as he was, he did not look like a Mr. Mom. She watched the door open, and dogs came barging out, jumping against the screen door. 

"They don't bite, we don't often get company" 

He called, coming forward, grabbing them. He immediately noticed toned, tanned legs in a pair of heels through the screen. Scanning his eyes upwards those legs lead to curved hips, covered by a knee length skirt, and a thin waist, then upwards still into a relatively large chest for a thin frame, 38C he guessed. On the phone, she had sounded like such a bitch, he hadn't been looking forward to her visit, but her face changed his mind. Her curled blonde hair, her pouty lips and her sparkling blue eyes sucked him in. The dogs coughed and brought him back down to earth as he loosened his grip on the collars. 

"Sorry, come in. I didn't have time to get things cleaned, I hope you don't mind."

He opened the door and let her pass as he tied the dogs to the step. Her perfume was sweet and for a moment he wondered if she tasted as good as she smelled. 

He wasn't what she expected. He looked like someone that should be riding a motorcycle instead of driving a mini-van. She couldn't help but brush against him as she entered his home. As attracted as she was, she had a job to do, and tried to forget the mental images she projected of him being bent over her, instead of the dogs. She surveyed the room. More toys, unfolded laundry and instantly noticed a hole in the far wall. Writing it down on her list of things to take care of, he startled her as he spoke.  

"No more soccer after that" 

He pointed, regarding the hole. She laughed before taking a few more steps into the kitchen, Bryan tagging along. Showing her throughout the lower level of the house, he watched as every room he showed gave her something to write on a growing list. He began to wonder if showing the upstairs was a good idea. For what he'd probably have to spend in repairs, he'd make nothing if he sold the house. Bryan couldn't help but notice the way she stood, her hip jutting out to the side, her arms clutching her clipboard, making the valley in her cleavage seem like the grand canyon...breathtaking. The way she ran the end of the pen over her lips as she surveyed made chills go up his spine. Val sounded so sweet and innocent as she spoke. 

"Would you like to see the list?" 

She offered it to him and he read over it. It wasn't as bad as he expected.

"I suppose you want to see the upstairs now, I warn you, it's worse than down here, I can't keep up with the mess" 

He said, leading her to the stairs. She assured him that she'd seen worse as they tread upward. Showing the kids rooms, watching her make few notes, he proceeded to the small bathroom, littered with towels and clothing. 

"Just the mater bedroom and bathroom left" 

He said, leading the way to the end of the hallway. Val stepped inside the first relatively clean room of the house. She noted the pile of clothes in the corner, specifically the boxer briefs lying on top. A devilish smile crossed her lips as she imagined peeling them down and taking his cock in her mouth. His voice re-directed her attention as he mentioned the closet. She walked to the door, and while looking inside, Val's skirt caught on a protruding nail and before she realized it, it tore as she stepped back.

"Shit!"

She exclaimed, freeing the material from the nail and looking at the lengthy tear on the seam. Bryan apologized. He didn't notice the nail before; he hardly used the closet. He felt bad, but the glimpse of her tanned flesh and underwear he couldn't help but grin. 

"It's fine...I'll sew it when I get home..." 

She straightened up, holding the seam together. Seeing his opportunity to make a subtle advance, he made an offer. 

"I can sew it for you now if you like. I might be a guy, but having kids around you learn how to master a few skills". 

She looked at him and shook her head. 

"It's really no problem, it's my fault"

He insisted. She looked down at the tear again and sighed, finally agreeing. He left the room in search of a needle and thread, leaving her by herself. She sat on his bed, Val couldn't believe she was letting him do this how unprofessional, but she couldn't resist. She wanted to feel his hands on her skin, even if it was only her leg. Val closed her eyes and thought about the possibility of more. His strong hands roaming up her skirt to her thighs, over her panties. It made her wet to think about and was thinking about copping a quick feel of her own snatch just as he re-entered the room. 

"Found it". 

He looked at her sitting on his bed and how natural she looked there, and it made his cock stiffen. Val stood and extended her leg, giving him access to the tear, and everything else. Bryan could smell her scent, and it was almost intoxicating. He knelt down beside her, holding the seam together...looking at it momentarily then paused.

"It would probably be a lot easier if you could take it off."

She hesitated. Did he really just suggest that? Yes, she heard him correctly, and decided to toy with him. She turned around and in a low, sultry voice gave him her response. 

"Unzip me".

Bryan wasn't shocked at all. Val's response was just what he had been hoping for. Placing one hand on her lower back, and the other on the zipper tugging it down slowly. As the material split, it revealed lacy black booty short style panties. Letting the torn skirt drop to the floor, he ran his hand up the back of her leg, over her ass cheek, giving it a squeeze. He couldn't see her smile as she stepped out of material, sitting herself down on his bed, stretching her legs out seductively, and giving him a prime view of her crotch. Scooping the skirt up on the toe of her heel, raising her leg and offering it to him, watching him take it, and drop it back to the floor as he leaned forward to kiss the top of her foot. Gently he kissed up her shin to her knee, tickling the side of it with his tongue. Kissing further still to the top of her thigh. Bryan expected her to lie back, but found that she held her ground, sitting calmly on his bed. Pulling both her legs up, kicking her heels off, letting her feet rest on his shoulders. He continued to kiss up the other leg, raising himself up with every inch, causing her legs to bend and spread.

She had a feeling that Bryan would be rough, and know how to please her, unlike most of the men she had been with in the past. As her legs spread wider and wider, she began more aware of her own scent, and it made the pace of her breathing quicken. His breath had become ragged as well, kissing up the inside of her thighs towards the sweet smell. Finally arriving at his destination, he inhaled deeply. It had been a long time since he had been with a woman. This was a rare occasion, and he was taking full advantage. Burying his face into the crotch of her soaked panties, sucking them into his mouth, she gasped and her hand clutched the back of his head, and her toes curled against his back. She began to unbutton her shirt, fumbling with eagerness, trying to grope her tits at the same time. Bryan looked up in time to see her shirt expose her breasts, revealing the matching bra to the panties that he was sucking on. He had to see more. Her now saliva coated panties clung to her pink pussy as he rose from his knees, climbing on top of her. His kisses travelled over her navel, to the bottom of her bra. Her breasts were almost spilling out as it was. He kissed the mounds of flesh, pulling the bra down until her hard nipples popped out and he grabbed one and rolled it savagely between his thumb and forefinger. Val cried out and undulated her hips in excitement, he grinned, and continued to suck her nipple, grazing it occasionally with his teeth. 

Bryan's fingers slid behind her back to unclasp the bra. Relief came as he tossed it to the floor. She longed to see his rippling chest, she could see the outline through the thin shirt, but wanted more. Tugging the bottom of it, he broke his assault on her nipples and rose onto his knees to peel it off. As he leaned back down, her hands caressed his chest, pinching his nipples, running them up and down his muscular abdomen. Tracing her fingers down over the defined line of his hips. He leaned down, his mouth reaching for hers, she realized that his knee was placed strategically between her thighs. Working her hips up and down gave her great pleasure as the material of his jeans met with her wet panties, pressing them into her at the same time as his tongue found it's way into her mouth. Val felt like a weakling as Bryan's tongue dominated hers, and his hands fondled her ass and breasts. She was not one who liked to be taken over so easily. Much to his pleasure, she raised her legs in order to place her feet on his shoulders again, but instead, she pushed him off forcefully. He stumbled back, shocked by her unexpected reaction. Like a wild little animal, Val's eyes seemed glazed over as she sat up and crawled off the bed and into the floor, right over to where Bryan stood standing in awe. Kneeling at her destination, she reached up and unbuttoned his jeans, unzipping them quickly and yanked them to the floor. 

The outline of his cock in the boxer briefs made her mouth water. He was thick and a good size too, definitely something she could get her mouth around. Before she gave him that pleasure, she had to tease and make him want it more than anything. Running one hand down her chest to squeeze her tits, then down, where she massaged herself through her soaked panties, moaning quietly. With her other hand, Val grabbed hold of Bryan's rock hard cock and squeezed it. He groaned and tried to pull his underwear off, but to no avail. Val leaned forward and began to suck his cock, through the material of his boxer briefs, just as he had done to her. His pre-cum had moistened a small patch of material, but her spit quickly damped the entire length of his shaft. His head tilted back and he closed his eyes, it was an unreal feeling. She continued to drool, as she kneaded his balls gently. 

"Fuck..." 

Bryan groaned. He was already beginning to tense up, if she kept working him the way she was he'd bust in minutes. Grabbing a thick handful of Val's hair, he pulled her away from his cock and watched as she rubbed her pussy over her panties. Pointing at his bed, she gave him a sulking look, but turned just the same and crawled on all fours back to the bed, and climbed up on it, positioning herself doggy style, looking over her shoulder. She looked amazing. He inhaled deeply, and approached her from behind. 

Val closed her eyes and waited for him to rip the panties off and fuck her like an animal, but to her dismay he did much the opposite. Positioning behind her, sliding his thumb into her ass crack, he slid her panties down slowly, almost painfully for her aching pussy. Easing them out from underneath her carefully, dropping them to the floor with the rest of her clothes. Squeezing her ass cheeks, she began to accept his gentleness, then she gasped and her eyes flew open as a loud smack echoed and the pain shot up her spine to her fingertips. She tensed for the next spank, but instead felt his hot lips pressed against her flesh were the sting of his hand had been. She fell into the trusting lull again as she relaxed into his kisses, rudely awakened by another stinging slap to the other cheek. Without giving him a chance to ease the sting, she rolled over onto her back and lay spread eagle. He admired her landing strip, so neat and perfect, and her pink nub, hardened in excitement. Finally sliding his own underwear off, she watched as he stroked his thick piece of meat over her tiny frame. Her fingers danced across her own skin, playing downwards to her folds of pink flesh. Not giving her the chance to arrive there, Bryan lie down beside her, offering his body for her to touch instead.

Her mouth met his hungrily, shoving her tongue in his mouth. Her hands running over his head and down his back, around his front, tracing his hips down to his throbbing prick. Val began jerking him slowly, throwing her leg over his hip, wiggling closer to his hot body. Bryan decided she had suffered enough, the heat of her cunt almost against his leg made him hotter than ever. His hand caressed her hip lightly, dipping inwards, stroking up her thigh to her moist pussy. He cupped her with his hand, sliding his fingers up and down her narrow slit, causing her to sigh and moan between their kisses. Finding her soaked hole, he nibbled her lower lip then pushed her back to watch as he inserted the tip of his finger inside her and rubbed furiously on her clit. Her whole body shivered as she gasped for air, clutching his shoulders. He subsided his pace, suckling on her nipples, teasing them with his tongue before repeating his finger assault again. Val grabbed his hand as she bore down on it, driving his fingers inside her flesh, fucking them hard. Squeezing his cock as she stroked him, rubbing his pre-cum over his throbbing shaft. 

He was ready, and Val was more than ready. Bryan kissed her hard, and started jamming his fingers inside her hard and fast, and he returned to his position on top of her. Her legs surrounded his hips as she bucked into his hand, her hand still jerking his cock, whimpering and moaning like a slut. Grabbing his dick from her hand, he begin gliding it up and down her slit, removing his fingers from her soaking little hole. As she bore down on his cock, trying to fuck it before it was inside of her, Bryan couldn't help but smile at Val. Her eyes closed, fondling her tits, thrusting her hips, trying to impale herself on his unit. Placing his hands on her hips, his cock slid down until it met with her small hole, and he thrust the full length of his cock inside of her. She gasped, her body spasming. She whimpered and reached down, trying to hold him in one place until she could adjust to the intrusion. He rubbed her clit slowly with his thumb as he withdrew, only to jam back inside her again. Holding her by the hips, he began to jackhammer inside of her relentlessly and hearing her moan encouraged him even further. Her nails scraped down his back, clinging to him as he fucked her violently. Her hips unable to lock around his waist since he held them pinned to the bed. The slapping of his balls against her ass, now dripping with a mixture of their fluid combined with his animalistic growls and her intense panting did nothing to slow the pressure mounting in them both. 

Feeling his muscles tighten, the unmistakable urge to cum looming, Bryan slowed his gruelling pace. Droplets of sweat formed on his brow, he leaned back on his heels, letting her desire to cum drive her down onto his throbbing rod with all her energy. Unable to resist the urge any longer, Bryan leaned forward, resting most of his weight on his arm beside her head, using the other to grab her hip, and pulled Val into him as he began to fuck her pussy harder and faster before. With each thrust, burying his full length inside of her, Val tensed her muscles as he withdrew, milking him. Leaning back suddenly, tightening his grip on her small frame, he groaned loudly and she squealed, feeling his hot seed release inside of her. Her own explosion caused her to call out, as her body convulsed with it's own flooding orgasm. Bryan continued to groan, as rope after rope of cum spurted forth, filling her. Gasping for breath as he withdrew his shaft from her drenched pussy, coating the inside of her thighs with his cream. As he jerked his cock slowly, Val let her hand snake between her breasts, down her stomach and between her thighs. Inserting a finger inside her dripping hole and bringing it to her mouth, sucking on it lustfully and sighing. She looked so hot lying on his bed that it renewed his energy completely. 

Sliding his body down on the bed, she spread her legs again, and toyed with her clit, still swollen and sensitive. Feeling Bryan's fingers inside her made her back arch eagerly, but it was his tongue plunging inside her opening that made her gasp. Tasting himself inside of her drove him wild, as he tongue fucked her expertly. Sucking on her swollen bud occasionally, but his real focus was her soaking hole. Writhing on his blankets and moaning, Val loved the way his tongue curled inside her, then flicked at exactly the right moment, sending waves of pleasure over her. Kneading her ass cheeks, pulling her cunt further onto his face made her squeal again, securing her legs around his neck. Gasping for breath, Bryan continued his oral assault, determined to make her squirt. Rubbing her clit with his fingers feverishly, she began to moan louder and louder, thrusting her hips into his mouth. Curling his tongue against her insides made her legs tingle, and she began to gush, filling Bryan's mouth, letting him lap away at the sweet nectar flowing from her. She lay panting, unable to move. He continued to lick lazily, cleaning every drop of honey from her snatch, licking his lips as he sat up, reaching to rub his stiff cock, preparing for round two.

Val opened her eyes and watched coolly as Bryan stroked himself. She placed her finger in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Unable to contain the idea of his cock in her mouth, Bryan leaned over kissing her pussy one last time, placing his kisses over her hips, to her navel, up her ribs to her full breasts, where he sucked her nipples into his mouth, his hand between her thighs, keeping her wet. He took both of her beautiful tits in his hands, squeezing them together, watching the valley of cleavage deepen, his cock throbbing against his belly, longing for attention. Shimmying up further on his knees, he began to stroke his huge cock over her chest, but with her hands pinned to her sides by his powerful thighs, she could do nothing but wiggle and whimper. Already coated in pre-cum, Bryan pushed her mounds of flesh together, sliding his prick into the valley he created. Surprisingly, she responded with more enthusiasm than expected. Freeing her hands, Val squeezed her tits together for him, letting him glide between her tits as he leaned forward in order to increase the pace. Occasionally she would flick her tongue out, grazing the tip of his cock making him shiver. Remembering the way her mouth had felt on him through the material of soaking underwear earlier, he forgot about fucking her tits and thrust upwards further. She opened her mouth to greet the throbbing head and engulfed it immediately. Leaning back to watch, he shuddered as inch by inch he disappeared into Val's mouth, until at last she gagged, and withdrew him, coated in spit. Sliding his hand behind her head, guiding himself back down her throat, feeling her throat muscles contract, holding her there until at last letting her up for breath. Gasping for air, Val glared at him and took matters into her own hand.




The Realtor



Grabbing him firmly, she took to teasing the head of his cock. Rubbing it over her lips, flicking her tongue rapidly over the very tip, her warm breath caressing it. Stroking it eagerly, licking from the base to the tip, then taking one of Bryan's balls in her mouth, causing him to arch his back and moan. Taking the other in her mouth provided the same result and kissing his defined hips up and down jerking his cock off over her tits was driving him crazy. 

"Please...suck my cock Val"

He growled under his breath. Hearing his request made her smile, and she indulged him, taking the head back into her mouth, bobbing up and down as he encouraged. His hips began to thrust into her mouth and he held her by the hair. She felt his body tense as she worked him with more intensity, spitting on him, letting it drip down his shaft and onto the sheets. Kneading his balls gently brought him to the brink. Bryan groaned and grabbed the base of his cock as he shot another big wad of cum into her mouth. She closed her eyes in ecstasy, milking every drop from his prick with her mouth. Bryan lifted himself off her, and lay beside her, breathing heavily, letting Val rub his still stiff dick casually. 

Rolling over in the bed, finding her bra and panties, Val began to dress as Bryan watched. Sighing, he rolled out of bed and pulled on a pair of underwear from the dresser, turning it time to see her looking at the torn seam of the skirt. He couldn't help but laugh and she joined him, shaking her head. 

"If your skills in sewing are anything like your skills in sex you should become a tailor"

She said as she put on her shoes. Offering to sew it again, she shook her head and ripped the bottom seam to join with the tear, creating a high slit up the side. 

"I appreciate the offer, but maybe next time, I have to leave now, I've got another house to view."



The Realtor



I walked into the house, all too aware of his presence behind me. Palpable. Like he exuded some sort of heat, or vibration. I could feel him at my back, as tangible as a touch. He was closer than I was comfortable with.

"So, uh, this is it, Mr. Grady," I said, turning around to face him as I gestured to the room. He was right there—I almost bumped into him and I took a step back. I felt his eyes on me. He didn't look at the room for one second as I settled my nerves and pointed out the arched doorways, the ceiling fans, the fireplace. "It's got a lot of open space," I said, trying to ignore that coal-black stare. "Plenty of room for entertaining. Will you, um, be doing much entertaining, Mr. Grady?"

"I prefer more intimate get-togethers, Miss O'Neal," he answered with a smile. His teeth seemed very white amid his swarthy face. He looked like the pirate on the cover of one of my romance novels, with his dark, slicked back hair and solid, muscular build. The thought made me flush, and I hoped he didn't notice. "But yes, this room has its charm." He gave it a casual, indifferent glance before turning his gaze back to me.

"I'd love to see the rest of the house," he said in a way that made me think of oil, all slippery and smooth. "Please," he purred, holding out a hand, "lead the way."

"O-okay," I stammered. I clutched my folder to my breasts and turned, heading down the hall. I was suddenly wishing I hadn't agreed to this last-minute appointment. My intuition should have warned me, but I was too fixated on the thought of my possible commission if I made a sale. I could use it, but maybe I should have thought better of meeting a single male client out on this secluded property. The closest other house was miles away.

I showed him the kitchen, the dining room, the little rec-room that I pointed out might be great for a game or TV room. I was trying to feel him out, get an idea of the sort of man he was, but he was frustratingly vague. "I can think of a different use for it," he'd murmured after I chirped something about a pool table.

The previous tenants had left some of their furniture behind; I pointed it out to him as we walked back toward the living room and the stairs that led to the second story. "You're welcome to keep it, if you like. Or sell it. If you want it out, I can arrange for someone to come pick it up, naturally." I was nervous and being overly chatty—overly obliging. As I led the way up the stairs, I could hear his footsteps and feel his presence at my back, and I suddenly wished I hadn't worn a skirt. Slacks would have been more business-like. And maybe my heels shouldn't have been as high. I wobbled a little on the top step, and he caught my elbow.

"Careful," he said solicitously.

"Th-thanks," I mumbled, peeling away from his touch. I was in a hurry to show him the rest of the house, and I grabbed the doorknob of the nearest bedroom, swinging it open and quickly heading toward the window, gesturing to the view. "Just gorgeous, isn't it? You can see the lake from here, through the trees."

"Yes, gorgeous," he murmured. I turned, but he wasn't looking at the window. I swallowed. I was suddenly all too aware that the previous owners had left a bed in the room. It was stripped bare, just the mattress—somehow that made it seem obscene. Like the bed was naked. My eyes flickered over to it and he caught me looking. He smiled.

I started to head out of the room, to show him the second bedroom. He was standing next to the door, and oh so casually, he reached out and nudged it. It swung serenely closed. I blinked, too astonished to do more than glance from it, to him.

"I think I've seen enough of the house."

"But there's—I--what--what are you doing, Mr. Grady?"

He was coming toward me, pulling something out of his pocket. I must have been too shocked to really react; it felt like I was moving through molasses as I stumbled back and put a hand up to hold him off. In his hands was a piece of rope. His fingers clamped around my wrist and he started winding the rope around it with the other; deftly, precisely, like he'd had practice.

"Oh god!" I cried, and I started to struggle. I tried yanking my hand free but he was too strong. Instinct took over and I whipped my other hand around to strike him, but he let go of the rope and grabbed my wrist. He wasn't too much taller than me, but he more than made up for it in strength; I might as well have been caught in a vise.

Before I knew it, he'd spun me around, and now he had both my hands behind my back, and I could feel him twining the rope around my wrists. I fought and bucked against him, tried kicking him, but he shoved me forward and I stumbled a few steps before falling face-first into the mattress, with him on top of me.

"That's better," he oozed in that oily voice, and I felt him thrust his crotch into me. I think that's when I finally realized where this was going. I flared with heat and started squirming and writhing on the bed, trying to throw him off. It didn't do any good. My hands were tied and he was pinning them against my back. I couldn't believe this was happening. And deep down, I didn't know if I was more afraid of what he'd do, or more afraid of my reaction to it.

He was holding me down, and I could feel the hard length of his cock pressed against the cleft of my ass. My skirt was thin; I could feel his heat right through. Or maybe that was mine. I was horrified to realize that my pussy was pulsing, and when he snaked one hand around to grope for my breasts, pressed against the bed, my pussy throbbed harder.

"Let's see what we've got here." He grabbed a fistful of my silky shirt and yanked. Buttons burst open and he wormed his hand inside, burrowing it beneath my bra. Roughly, he groped my breast, still grinding into me. I let out a strangled moan. I heard him chuckle, and then the weight of him lifted; I no longer felt that heated length nestled against my ass. He grabbed my shoulder and flipped me over, and I heard cloth rip as he tore open my shirt.

"I knew you'd be luscious," he said as he jerked my bra down and my breasts spilled out. I felt my nipples harden at the exposure. He seized one, squeezing it tight. I made some startled yelping sound, and then he angled his head down and I felt the slick slide of his tongue against my sensitive skin. Then the pinch of his teeth. Then the hot wetness of his mouth as he closed it around my breast, suckling hard at my nipple. Moist heat thrummed between my legs. I tried to protest, but all that came out was a mewling moan.

He just sucked harder. I was pinioned awkwardly on my back, blouse ripped open, my skirt hiked halfway up my legs from our struggles. My hands were pinned beneath me, and I couldn't move—couldn't really do much other than squirm beneath him. His mouth ravaged my nipple; he moved from one breast, to the other, than back again. I squirmed in vain. The feel of his teeth and tongue on me was driving me wild; I'd never been this aroused. He must have noticed that my struggles gradually slacked off.

"What's this, Miss O'Neal?" he asked, lifting his head. My breast was slick with his saliva. "Not really putting up much of a fight, are we?" He skimmed a hand down, from my tits to my thighs, and then started sliding it up underneath my skirt. "I knew you were a slut."

"No!" I protested, but it was too late. My struggles only threw my legs open wider, and I felt him worm his fingers beneath the silky fabric of my panties. He could feel the wetness there, I knew he could. I was damp with arousal, panting and flushed from my exertions. He chuckled as he stroked me.

"Yesss," he hissed. "Just like I thought. You like that, don't you? Probably wanted it the second we met. But you'd never admit it." He was lying partway atop me—now I could feel his erection against my thigh, and he kept probing with his fingers. "You're so delightfully wet, Miss O'Neal. Just like a good little slut."

Then he started sucking on my tits again as he finger-fucked me, sliding two fingers down between my slippery cleft and into my cunt. I groaned and writhed, and he quickened his rhythm, gliding those digits in and out. I whimpered, appalled at how turned on I was. Even the smack of his lips on my tits was a turn-on. I put up a token resistance, but all I wanted was the feel of his mouth on my nipples and the thrust of his fingers in my sopping pussy.

When he finally scooted downward and kissed and licked his way down my belly, I didn't even try to fight back. He roughly jerked my panties off my legs, then grabbed my thighs and pushed them open wide. When I felt his tongue against my pussy, I outright moaned with pleasure. He started licking and sucking with as much vigor as he'd shown my tits, and I went wild. I ground my hips against him, splaying my legs as wide as they could go while he tongue-fucked me.

"Yes... yes," I breathed, delirious with need. He kept at it, plundering my pussy with that agile tongue, then employing his fingers again, thrusting them in and out of me until I was moaning and panting like a bitch in heat. It was a shock when his mouth finally left me; I gave an agonized little cry before I heard the telltale slide of his zipper.

"Let's see you return the favor, Miss O'Neal," he said, climbing up on top of me again and straddling my chest. "Suck it."

His cock hove in front of my face as he pulled it free. It was thick and dark and mapped with veins. He thrust it toward my lips and my mouth opened of its own accord. I tasted its velvety tip, then more, and more; he thrust it so deep I choked, and I just heard him chuckle.

"Too big for you? Why, I bet you like them big, Miss O'Neal. The better to fuck you with."

I moaned and shuddered around my mouthful, but I sucked. He started pushing his hips forward, in and out, and I learned to accommodate, letting my gag reflex relax whenever he thrust particularly deep. His thighs were on either side of my head, pinioning me in place, and at some point he gripped my hair and held me fast while he throat-fucked me. I choked some, but mostly my sounds were inarticulate "Mmmms" around that meaty mouthful.

"That's good, you nasty little cocksucking slut," he breathed. "Suck it real good. Ahh, just like that." He thrust so far in that my nose was buried in his thick, black pubic hair and I was gagging around his shaft. He held me there for a minute, hands cupping my skull, then rotated his hips and let out a ragged, satisfied groan. "Now you're my slut. All... fucking... mine."

Suddenly, his hands were gone. My head was free, and so was my mouth; he pulled his cock out and clambered off of me. I was disoriented and dazed, and all I could do was lay there for a second, breathing hard, my legs still spread wide and my blouse ripped open. Then I felt him grip one of my ankles. I was sliding across the mattress. He pulled me to the edge and then flipped me over so I was pressed face-down again. He grabbed my bound wrists, pressing them down into my back. My feet hit the floor; I'd lost one heel in our struggles, the other clattered against the floorboards as he positioned my legs apart and pulled my ass upward.

When I realized what he was doing, all I could say was, "Oh, god... oh god..." When he thrust his thick cock inside my pussy, taking me from behind, doggy-style, there on that obscene mattress, my voice rose to a scream. "Oh GOD!"

"Like that, you fucking whore?" he sneered behind me. "You're wet enough." It was true; despite his thick girth, his cock had slipped into me with ease, and when he started up a vigorous pace, the friction was pleasurably slick. The shame of it was almost as strong as the ecstasy. If I'd had any lingering intentions to try to fight him off, they died then, as he fucked me brutally there on that bed. 

"Yes, yes..." I panted, arcing my ass up a little higher, my face pressed against the mattress. "Oh, god, yes... please..." I felt the soft slap of his balls against my pussy, heard his animalistic grunts as he pistoned in and out of me. Rough, hard, primal; he just took me. Like it was his due. Like I was a prize—some booty he'd scored as if he were a pirate out of one of my romance novels. The thought just made me moan harder. I was insensible with the pleasure of being fucked; heedless of anything other than the rigid length of his cock inside me.

"That's it, bitch, that's it," he grunted. "Like that, fuck-slut? You wanna be my slut? Let me fuck you like this whenever I want?"

"Oh god," I cried out again. "Yes, please... please, fuck me. Fuck me." I realized I was drooling on the mattress. I didn't care. "Oh, so goooood...."

"So good you're gonna come, aren't you, bitch?" He quickened his pace still more; now he was slamming into me so hard my whole body jerked. "You wanna come for me, slut? Come for that big cock?" He leaned over me, still holding me down on the bed. My arms ached but I hardly felt it. He slapped my ass with his other hand and I cried out from the sting, but that only encouraged him. He spanked me some more, still calling me his slut, his bitch, his whore, until that's all I wanted to be.

I felt a crescendo building within me, and when I finally came, it was sudden and explosive, and so all-encompassing that my vision blurred. I screamed, voice hoarse and strident, tasting the musty mattress, my cry muffled against it. He jerked his cock deep inside me a few more times, letting me ride the waves, my whole body limp now; limp and weak as a kitten. I couldn't have moved if I tried.

He rolled me over and I felt the hot splash of his come on my tits. He grunted and jerked his thick shaft with one hand, his face a rictus of pleasure. I was still insensible; all I could do was lie there as he jerked off on me like I was no more than a pin-up from a magazine he'd just used and discarded. My pussy was still twitching with the after-effects of my own massive orgasm.

"I think I will take the house," he said, looking around the room now as he casually tucked his cock back inside his pants and zipped them up, nodding with a satisfied little smirk. "It's perfect. I will be contacting you, Miss O'Neal." 

He leaned down and picked up my black panties that had been discarded on the floor at some point during our struggles. He tossed them over toward me, smiling as he said, "Count on it."

Then he walked out, leaving me there on the bed, shamed, humiliated, thoroughly fucked, and still delirious from the most intense orgasm I'd ever had in my life.



The Realtor



Marci,

As you know, Danny and I have been looking for a new house. I know I have already sent you a million questions, but this time I really need your advice. Something happened today and I don't know what to do about it. Since you are a realtor, I need your professional opinion on something.

I wish you still lived here as it would have made this whole process much easier...and today wouldn't have happened. Although I haven't yet figured out if that is good or bad.

Danny wanted to use one of his friends to be our realtor but the guy hasn't passed all his tests yet and I didn't like the idea of using him anyway. The friend he had in mind is not a responsible person and doesn't pay attention to details. Instead, I did what you suggested and I asked a few coworkers who they would recommended. I received ten different names and I called them all.

My sixth call was to a very interesting agent who had an amazing French accent. Danny spoke to him as well and didn't really like him. I did some research on all ten and the man who spoke French was the highest rated and had the most successful out of all of them so I insisted on using him.

Danny and I met with him at his office that same weekend, which is now almost three months ago. His name is Julien and he is from was from Belgium. I just assumed that he would be from France, but what do I know? I've never even left the state I was born in.

Julien is the same height and build as Danny but he has dark brown hair and very beautiful blue eyes. He obviously loves an art-deco, retro style. I think all of his office furniture could have come from my grandparents attic. He always wears a suit, but it is the 50's style suits, and when it is cool outside he always wears a fedora. No, not the hipster kind of fedora, the really nice fedora you see on I Love Lucy and other shows of that era.

I don't know if it is his European features or just his personality, but the look really fits Julien. It definitely makes him look sexy.

Of course, Danny did nothing but laugh and mock Julien's style once we left his office. I know he was just trying to cover the fact that he was jealous. His attitude completely changed when I complimented Julien on his decor. Considering everything that has happened between us, I'm amazed Danny would even bother. He stopped sleeping in our bed about a year ago, which I find a bit ironic since I had been begging for him to be more intimate.

I love Dan but I'm just...unfulfilled. Our lives have just become so boring and dull. We go to work, we get home, we eat dinner silently, and then he either plays video games or works for a few hours. I go to bed and wait for him but he never joins me. He falls asleep on the couch or in the spare bed. He says he doesn't want to wake me, but I think it is more than that.

I'm just so bored and ignored that I want to scratch my own eyes out! Unfortunately, Dan thinks we have a great relationship and he thinks things are "amazing" when we are intimate.

Amazing? He will only have sex in two positions. Missionary or not at all.

That's. It.

Unfortunately, I only get that three or four times a year. You know me better than anyone and you know how much I love sex! Some days it is all I can think about! Right now I'm going through so many D batteries that I've actually had to start going out of my way to buy them at different stores. The cashiers at the grocery store were starting to give me strange looks when I was buying batteries every other week.

It is so frustrating! On the one hand, Dan is so enjoyable to be around. He loves many of the same things I do. We both love art and history and you know how intelligent he is. Last month he took a class about political science online just because he wanted to. He went to the local college and talked them into letting him take the final. He just wanted to see how well he would do. Of course, he aced it after watching one online course and reading one book. (He didn't get credit for the class, he just wanted to see if he could do it.) He is very dedicated at work and makes a good living. He is always a gentleman. Sometimes he is too much of a gentleman.

Last month we had an amazing day. We decided to go to the arm museum. We just wondered around the museum, having the most wonderful conversations about the art and life and what our goals were. We then we had an amazing dinner that he had made from scratch. He would only let me chop the vegetables while I drank wine. By the time dinner was over I was so aroused that I wanted to throw him down on the table and just go wild on him. Instead, when we got into the bedroom, he stripped down naked, and got under the covers. When I got under the covers he didn't rip off my clothes, but instead asked me to undress. I took off my clothes, he kissed me once, climbed up on top of me, shoved his thing in me, and sixty seconds later it was all over. It was the most awful, anti-climatic ending to such a wonderful day. I laid in the dark and cried because I was so...disappointed.

Anyway, Dan and I met with Julien and we explained to him what we were looking for. Julien has done a fantastic job. He has driven us all over the area and tried to help us see the potential in many of the houses we have looked at. We've been looking at five to seven houses, every week, for the past three months. Dan and I just can't seem to agree on what we want. Thankfully, Julien has been very, very helpful and patient with us.

Julien frequently reminds me, "Laura, your a princess and I know we'll find your castle."

The process has become quite exhausting. I've seriously thought about giving up and just staying in our little apartment, but Julien has put so much time and effort into this, that I feel like it wouldn't be fair to him. He definitely deserves the commission.

Quite frankly, Julien is the only reason why I continue to go through this. It is rather refreshing to be around a man that is fun and sophisticated. I know he is trying to sell me something, but I love the way he makes me feel.

For example, there was one house I absolutely adored when I found it online. Julien went with us to look at it. He walked me through the entire house and showed me all the structural damage that the house had. Once I realized we would need to spend another $20,000-30,000 just to make the house safe, I decided we should pass on it.

Julien could have easily suggested we purchase the house to make his commission...but he didn't. It's nice to have someone around that actually cares and didn't want to just make money off of me. I mean, making money off us.

I always enjoy Julien's company and I really like the way he looks out for my best interests. It doesn't hurt that he is quite enjoyable to look at and he always smells delicious. Always.

Today though, was a litte different. For the first time I went with Julien to look at houses alone. Danny and I had an appointment to look at several houses but he wanted to go watch football with his friends instead. Whatever, he doesn't even like football but quite frankly I was happy to go look at the houses by myself for a change. At least I wouldn't have to deal with all the bickering.

I still wanted Danny to have a good time so I woke up early, made some of my famous chili, made sure his football jersey was clean, went and bought beer, and packed it all up and sent him on his way.

He didn't even kiss me goodbye. I decided right then and there that today would be different.

In the past, I have always dressed very casual when we looked at houses. I usually wore jeans and a t-shirt or workout clothes. Half the time I didn't even wear makeup, but today I wanted to look pretty. I wanted to match Julien's style so I rummaged through my closet looking for an outfit that would be classy and somewhat retro. I was pretty proud of myself.

I wore a black pencil skirt with this really pretty cream colored tank top that always reveals my cleavage nicely, and then I put on a sheer top over that. I wore my sexiest bra because it makes my cleavage look phenomenal. I found one of my grandmothers old hats and her pearl necklace. I really, really wanted to wear some of her gloves but after searching for an hour I just couldn't find them.

I looked up some images of how women in the 50's did their hair and makeup and it turned out pretty close! My outfit looked fairly modern until I put on the hat and necklace and then I was suddenly transplanted to another era. While it wasn't perfect, it would definitely work for today. The hat was the perfect shade of blue. It brought out the blue in my eyes and looked really nice with my auburn hair.

Julien and I met at the first house and he was surprised to see me both alone and "all dolled up".

"No Danny today?" he asked as he removed his keys from his pocket to unlock the door. He fumbled with the keys for a while as his eyes kept looking at my outfit.

"No, not today. He's too busy watching football."

"That football...so violent. I prefer the football of my country. The men just run around and play with their balls."

I giggled at his faux pas. Thankfully Julien giggled along with me. While his English is very good, he still gets confused once in a while.

As Julien jiggled the keys in the lock, I began to notice things I had not noticed when Danny was with me. I noticed how well his suit fit him, and how tight his coat fit around his shoulders when he reached forward. It wasn't because the suit was too small, you could clear see that his shoulders were muscular. As the door swung open, it caused the air at the doorstep to swirl and I was once again wrapped in Julien's delicious scent. I have no idea what type of cologne he wears, but it make me want to dip him in Ovaltine and devour him.

Upon entering the home there was a note to please remove our shoes. Julien removed his shoes at the door and arranged them neatly. I removed my shoes and placed them on a small antique bench that was in the foyer, obviously arranged to be a place for a visitor to sit while they removed and put on their shoes.

We toured the house slower than usual. Julien really took his time and explained details he never discussed before. Not only was he thorough, but I really started to see his passion for his work. He loved the way a house flowed. He loved minute details that hardly anyone would notice. He loved the way a house felt.

I also noticed he always made sure I entered the room first. He always let me speak first and finish my questions. He made sure all of my questions were answered and he didn't make me feel stupid when he answered them. I realized how Danny did all those things and it was starting to make me frustrated.

While the house was nice, it still was not quite what I was looking for. The kitchen was too small and there little character in the house. I started to reach down for my shoes when Julien grabbed them, knelt down, and waited for me to sit on the bench.

"Can you show me another, Julien?" I asked. My tone was full of frustration that was unrelated to the house.

"Of course, my dear. Let's get your shoes on and we will go. We will go find your castle."

He carefully placed the shoes on my feet, and then stood up and quickly reached for the doorknob. He looked down and stepped into his shoes as he spoke.

"Laura, I...have a confession," he said slowly. "I know I shouldn't be saying this because you're a client, but I...I don't know if I will have the courage to ever say this again."

I rose slowly from the bench. I had no idea what was going to come out of his mouth next.

"You're-" His voice cracked. He turned and smiled and cleared his throat, and then took a deep breath and blurted out, "You're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and if you were not with Danny, I would do everything...everything in my power to go out on just one date with you. Even if you decided you never wanted to see me again, it would be my honor to sit with such an amazing and beautiful woman in a restaurant for just one night."

My face was on fire. I have never blushed so much in all my life.

He continued, "I was happy to see you alone today but now...I worry. I want to hold you and kiss you and touch you and...and I shut up now. I said too much already. I just..."

He grabbed the doorknob quickly and flung the door wide open. He stopped looking at me and stared outside. He then continued, speaking softly.

"I'm sorry, I just had to say it out loud. I've thought it many, many times over the past few months and I just had to get it out. I know you are with someone and I should have just kept my mouth shut. I totally understand if you want another agent. I'll sign whatever you like to release your contract with me, and I will recommend someone else. There is someone in my office who is very good. I'll give her your file this afternoon."

He stepped outside and waited for me to exit.

I stood there, unable to move. It was the most sincere, sweetest compliment I had every received, and at the same time it made me feel so conflicted. Deep down inside I desperately wanted to hear those words, and now that it was out in the open, I was terrified. What if Danny found out? What if I started to have feelings for Julien? What if I found a house I liked and I never saw Julien again?

I stood there for what seemed like an eternity. There were so many thoughts rushing through my head that I was paralyzed. I finally took a very deep breath and then stared at him until he looked at me. When I looked into his big blue eyes, I knew what my answer would be.

Smiling, I asked, "Can you please show me the next house, Julien?"

I walked confidently through the front door and walked straight to the passenger side of Julien's car. In the past few months of looking for houses, I realized we had never driven in the same care together. After such a wonderful compliment, it would be rude to drive in different cars, right?

Julien locked the door as quickly as he could. I waited patiently by the car and almost giggled as he nearly ran to unlock my door. When I reached for the handle, his hand was already there, and he opened my car door, waited until I sat in the car, and closed it for me. I again realized Danny had never, ever done that for me.

I may have let my pencil skirt slide up my thigh as I sat down in the car. Accidentally on purpose of course. I never pulled it down the entire drive, even though every bump would cause it to slowly slide higher and higher up my tanned thighs.

The conversation in the car was fantastic. We talked about his home town in Belgium, how he came to be a real estate agent, and what he likes to do when he isn't working. I couldn't stop smiling when I found out where he attended college. The Royal Academy of Fine Arts in Brussels. We were discussing some of our favorite pieces of art as we pulled up into the driveway of the next house.

When we arrived, I realized Julien had taken the long, long way to get to the house. Either he was too distracted from the wonderful conversation we were having, or he was enjoying the view. The view inside the car. I caught him glancing at my legs more than a few times.

We walked into the second house and even though it was vacant, it still felt so warm and inviting. For some reason when I stood in the foyer, it felt like I was standing in my home. It just felt...right. I knew if I felt like this in the rest of the house, I would definitely consider putting in an offer.

As we walked into the living room, I noticed some furniture was left behind. Julien explained the previous family had purchased another home out of state and they were unable to take all of the furniture so the person that purchased the house would be allowed to keep anything that had been. The previous homeowners would pay for any removal if the furniture was not wanted.

Julien walked through the foyer and said over his shoulder, "If you come this way, you can see the beautiful kitchen."

When I walked into the kitchen I was stopped in my tracks. The kitchen was...stunning. It was warm, but modern and had beautiful fixtures. I stood next to the island, and looked around in amazement at all the beautiful details. The wishbone pattern on the backsplash was perfect, and the countertops had the exact color and pattern of granite that I have always wanted.

"And the best part is right here," Julien said as he stared out of the window that was over the sink. He moved to his left so I could stand next to him to enjoy the view.

I decided to walk around the island and stand behind him and look over his right shoulder. At first he was a little startled and started to move the left assuming he was in my way. I reached out and put my hands on his shoulders, holding him still.

"Wow. That is an amazing view," I said as I leaned forward and slowly pressed my breasts into his back, accidentally on purpose. I took my hands off of his shoulders and slowly moved my breasts across his back to the left until I could see over his left shoulder. "That side of the yard is gorgeous as well."

"Yes. Gorgeous," is all he could say.

After a long pause I put my lips next to his ear asked softly, "Can we see the dining room?"

"Of course," he replied.

I stepped back and walked back around the island and into the dining room. Each step caused a booming echo in the empty house as my high heels walked along the wood floors. Still, I clearly heard Julien exhale before I heard his footsteps finally follow me.

The dining room was long, but not too narrow. It could easily host the largest of families at a holiday dinner. The previous family had left their rustic dining room table behind, yet oddly enough, they took the chairs. The table was so grand that I couldn't imagine anyone just leaving it behind and I developed a contempt for the previous owners. They clearly did not value precious things.

The table could easily sit twelve or even fourteen. The table had the look of being hand made by a craftsman. There were perfect imperfections all over it. I could easily imagine my entire family seated around the table while it was piled high with food.

"Isn't this table amazing?" Julien said as he entered the room. He stood off the corner of the head of the table so he could view the entire room and yet stay out of my view.

"Exquisite," I replied.

"Imagine everyone in the family all gathered around, talking and laughing."

"I already have. I think it's perfect for big holiday dinners."

"And the rest of the room is also-"

"Do you know what else this table would be good for?" I interrupted as I casually walked toward his side of the table while keeping my eyes on the table."

Julien paused and finally said, "Personally, I think this would be a great room for a romantic dinner for two."

"That is exactly what I was thinking," I said softly as I stopped at the opposite corner of the table from Julien.

We were now both looking down the length of the table from our respective corners. I slowly moved toward him, still ignoring him with my eyes, but gravitating toward him with my body.

"A beautiful candelabra with candles of various heights, illuminating the room in a warm glow." I placed my hand softly at the head of the table. "The man I crave sitting here, telling me about his day." I sidestepped to the left, in between Julien and the table, violating his personal space. "Me sitting to his left, intently listening to every word. We would share our stories of the day..." I inched back as I raised my arm, "the walls full of amazing art." I knew he was right behind me, so close that I could feel his warmth. "We would eat wonderful meals that I prepared, and then..." I arched my back slightly and pressed my ass against his crotch, "we would enjoy a delicious desert." I moved my ass every so slightly, turned my head, and softly spoke over my shoulder. "Nibbling...sucking...and slurping on delicious morsels." I could feel a bulge quickly growing in Julien's pants.




The Realtor



Time stopped.

I felt Julien's hands on my waist, and then he slowly slid his hands down my hips. He suddenly pulled his hands back quickly.

"Woah! That was very unprofessional of me. I'm so sorry! Shall we uh...shall we see the upstairs?" Julien stammered. He turned and started walking. I could tell he was trying to nonchalantly adjust the bulge in his pants to minimize its visibility.

On the other hand, I was proudly displaying my hard nipples.

I don't want to see the upstairs. I want you to fuck me, right here on this table.

"But of course. Is the upstairs as handsome, elegant, and smart as the downstairs?"

Julien looked back at me with a sheepish grin. He knew exactly what I meant and he was blushing.

We arrived at the stairs and like the gentleman he is, he allowed me to walk up the stairs first. As I started to climb the stairs, I wished I had worn my shorter skirt to give him a better view. Instead, I made sure to rock my hips and shake my ass as much as my tight pencil skirt would allow.

Arriving at the top of the stairs there were three bedrooms. Two small bedrooms that shared a bathroom between them, and a master bedroom. There was hardwood throughout and all the rooms were painted neutral tones. I quickly walked through the two smaller bedrooms with the small shared bath. I intended to use one of the rooms for an office and the other room would one day be a guest room so neither room really interested me. They were fine for what I would be using them for. I was really only interested in the master bedroom.

The master bedroom was rather large and it had very high ceilings, making the room feel even larger. The thick, chocolate brown colored drapes had been left behind but nothing else was in the room.

"What do you think?" Julien asked.

"I think it is amazing. I love the view of the park behind the house. The trees are gorgeous."

"And," Julien walked over to a door and opened it, "you have a magnificent ensuite."

I walked into the restroom that was adorned with the finest fixtures, heated floors, heated towel racks, a shower that could easily fit three, a soaker tub that could easily fit two, and his and hers walk in closets. To say it was incredible would be an understatement. It was the most beautiful bathroom I've ever seen.

"A shower for two...and a bath for two...very convenient," I said as I smiled at Julien. I was finished with subtlety at this point. I had already made up my mind. I wanted the house...and I wanted Julien.

"A magnificent bathroom for a magnificent woman," he said softly.

I walked over to the soaker tub and sat down on the granite edge that surrounded the porcelain oval. I leaned over to remove my shoes, making sure Julien was able to clearly see my cleavage, and then I swung my legs into the tub and then sat down and leaned back, relaxing my head on the edge.

"I love my baths," I said. "The way the warm water washes over my naked skin. I love having the bubbles dance around my breasts and tickle my neck." I slowly slid my hands down my body. "There is something so sexy and sensual about a bath and there is nothing more romantic than two lovers sharing a hot bath together. Wouldn't you agree?"

Peeking up at Julien, he had frustration written all over his face. Sitting up slowly, I noticed a few knobs on tile at the rear of the tub. I moved toward the rear of the tub, leaned my forearms on the granite, and while arching my back and pointing my ass toward Julien, I pretended to investigate.

"What do these buttons do?" I asked.

"They uh...I uh...I think they control the jets."

Stammer all you want. Stare all you want. Seduce me all you want.

"Do the jets pulsate?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Do the jets pump the water in and out, in and out?"

"Very much so."

"I love it when the water penetrates me...I mean...penetrates my sore muscles." I looked back over my shoulder at Julien.

He was standing there with his mouth open and his gaze locked firmly on my ass. His right hand was on his forehead and he left hand was awkwardly attempting to conceal the bulge that was in his pants. He stared into my eyes for a moment, and then he quickly exited the bathroom murmuring in French.

I quickly got out of the tub, put on my shoes, and went back into the bedroom. Julien was waiting for me at the door, his demeanor restored to his usual professional, composed self.

"May I show you anything else upstairs?" he asked politely.

"I don't hear the cars on the street, but does the sound travel inside?"

"Inside? How do you mean?"

"Well, if I were to have guests over, would they be able to hear me if I were talking in my bedroom? Would a TV in my room disturb them?"

"You might be able to hear some thi-"

"Can you go into one of the bedrooms and see if you can hear me?"

Julien looked down the hall and looked back at me as if I were crazy. Why wouldn't he think I was crazy? I was a totally different person from what he had known so far. I was being open and overt and I was tempting him to cross many lines.

While giving me an odd look, Julien started walking down the hall. I watched him as he entered one of the other bedrooms.

"Please close the door," I said when he popped his head out of the doorway.

He raised his eyebrows and then closed the door. I closed the door to the master bedroom, walked to the middle of the room, and started to moan as sensually as possible. I needed a little motivation so I grabbed my breasts over my clothes and squeezed them tightly. I started to moan louder and louder, and then I started to scream. I even threw in a "Yes, yes!" and a "Fuck me harder!"

I was really surprised at myself. I have never once faked an orgasm but that faux orgasm sounded real! (Meg Ryan would be proud.)

Opening the door to the bedroom, I couldn't help but smile. As I walked down the hall, I wondered what Julien thought of my performance. I opened the door to the bedroom and Julien was standing at the window with his back to me, wiping his brow with his open hand.

"Could you hear me?" I asked.

"Oh yes, yes. I heard you loud and clear."

He wouldn't turn around.

"Well...that is a little embarrassing. I suppose I'll have to be careful when I have guests." Julien still wouldn't move. "Are you okay, Julien?"

"Of course Laura. It's just so hot in this old house. I was just trying to get some fresh air for a moment."

"You know the window is closed, right?"

Julien stepped back, looked at the window, and then bowed and shook his head while he let out a little chuckle.

"No wonder why I couldn't cool down. Shall we go downstairs and discuss some numbers?"

"Absolutely."

I turned and walked out of the room, smiling to myself, knowing he didn't want to turn around in my presence. After a few seconds I heard Julien behind me. We walked down the stairs and stood in the foyer.

Julien walked over to his shoes and slid them on with ease. I bent over, with Julien behind me, because I still wanted to tease. I then turned and leaned back against the wall, and I bent over to put on my shoes. Julien stopped trying to hide the fact that he was looking down my blouse as I spoke.

"I think this house is amazing. I really want to put in an offer."

"Excellent, we can go back to my office and I can draw up the paperwork. Do you want to discuss it with...someone?"

Julien sounded different. The look in his eyes was different.

"No. This is my decision. I'll be buying this house alone...and moving in alone."

"Really?"

"Yes, I've realized that I want to make some changes in my life."

"That is excellent. I think that will be wonderful for you."

Julien put his hand on the doorknob, but he didn't open the door. We just stood there, staring at each other, smiling. I took two steps forward, violating his personal space.

"Shall we go?" I asked.

Our eyes locked on one another.

"I can't take it anymore..."

In one quick motion, Julien scooped me up with both arms under my arms and lifted me up off the ground as he put his soft, warm lips on mine. He walked forward until my back slammed against the wall. We both let out a groan as our lips and teeth banged hard.

"You ok?" he panted.

I nodded as I stared at his lips.

He kissed me again, with even more passion than before. Our tongues quickly intertwined as he slowly lowered me back down the floor. I pulled him into me tighter. I couldn't get enough of him. His passion for life came through every kiss. His desire for me couldn't be ignored. I felt it with every touch and kiss.

I raised my right leg and put it behind his leg. He put his right hand on my left breast, over my blouse and squeezed hard. His left hand slid down my body and held my right thigh and then his hand slid to my ass and he grabbed my ass and pulled me toward him.

His hand then slid up under my blouse, over my stomach. His fingers found my bra and his fingers dove under my underwire. I moaned as his finger pinched my skin. I moved my shoulders in to give my bra enough slack for him to get his hand under. His fingers groped and inched their way up until my hard nipple was in his palm. He exhaled heavily as he kissed me, finally able to touch what he so desperately craved.

It was as if he was a thirsty man who had finally reached an oasis. With each kiss and touch there was a growing desperation to touch and kiss more of me, and then when he would, he savored each touch and kiss, and then once again needed more.

We kissed more and I whimpered. Our clothes were quickly becoming hated obstacles. Julien couldn't move his left hand and his right hand was still over my clothes. Suddenly, he nearly yanked his hand out from under my blouse. He stopped kissing me and panted as he looked down at the buttons on my sheer blouse. With no warning, he grabbed the front of my shirt and ripped it open! I could hear buttons flying everywhere.

He roughly grabbed my tank top and bra and shoved it up and over my breasts, and then wrapped his arms around my waist, lifted me up, and slammed me against the wall again, causing me to bump the back of my head lightly against the plaster. I wrapped my legs around his around the backs of his legs, my left shoe flying off and sliding into the sitting room. I tried to move so I could feel his cock against me, but the position was too awkward.

With my breasts now at the same level as his mouth, I wrapped my arms around his head and pulled him into me as he engulfed as much of my right breast into his mouth as he could. His tongue twirled around my nipple and and he sucked roughly. The pleasure caused moans to escape freely from my lips, and they echoed in the empty foyer.

Julien kissed across my right breast and kissed his way over to my left breast. He hungrily devoured my left breast as I kissed his head. I then reached down and grabbed his lapels and tried to pull his jacket up and over his shoulders. I wanted to feel his skin too but he was far too distracted to worry about his clothes.

His hands moved from around my waist, down to my ass. I was already soaking wet but having his hands on me made me even wetter. He ran his hands down my thighs and he tried to pull up my skirt, but we were pressed too tightly together. His left arm remained tightly around me as he pushed my right leg down and lowered me to the floor.

Once I could stand on one foot I reached down and immediately started to reach for his cock. The bulge in his pants was huge. As Julien pulled my skirt up to my waist, I fumbled with his belt. As Julien reached under my left leg to pull my panties to the side, I continued to fumble with the button his suit pants. As his warm fingers slid across my hot pussy lips, I finally unzipped his pants. As his fingers slid between my hot, creamy lips, causing me to whimper, I wrapped my fingers around his hot, hard, throbbing cock. As his fingers slid over my engorged clit, causing me to let out a guttural moan, I stroked his cock and bit his lip, completely lost in ecstasy.

I pulled his cock out of his pants and toward me. I wanted him inside of me now. He moved toward me and I wrapped my left arm around his neck. He thrust upward toward me several times, the soft tip of his cock searching for what it desired most in the world, but unfortunately we couldn't connect. I reached down between us and grasped his hot shaft and guided him toward me. He thrust again and the tip of his cock pressed in between my pussy lips, and then he paused.

His warm soft lips kissed me.

A thrust.

A stretch.

A gasp.

A connection.

I've never felt more wanted, more desired in all my life. I've never kissed while being penetrated. I've never had a man be so passionate with me.

He pulled out slowly, and then thrust in as far as he could, but the obstructive clothes and the awkward position only allowed him to enter me a few inches. I reached down with my right arm and I reached around his waist and pulled him as close to me as possible. Our lips never stopped touching. As he continued his thrust, I bent my knee, allowing me to slowly slide down his shaft and take him all the way inside of me.

Another few inches.

Another stretch.

Another whimper.

A deeper connection.

He didn't move and it felt amazing to be full and complete. Our kisses were the most passionate, yet tender kisses I could have ever imagined.

As he started to slide in and out of me slowly our lips constantly touched, even when we were breathing too heavy to kiss. He could only slide in and out a few inches with each thrust as it was really awkward to move, but it was the most intense love making of my life. All you could hear was our breathing, our moans, and our hearts beating.

He shifted toward my right leg and thrust in a little harder. He reached back and held the back of my neck with his right hand. I looked into his eyes and his eyes had extreme focus as they pierced into my soul.

Julian let out a frustrated grunt. "I can't get enough of you," he said under his breath. He let go of my leg and slid out of me. I was perplexed and didn't know where he wanted me to move. Thankfully, he took control and backed up slightly, putting his arms down behind him so his jacket could fall to the floor, and then he grabbed me and spun me around and placed his hand on my back and pushed forward. I slammed up against the wall with a thud.

I loved it.

He pulled my hips back and my breasts rubbed against the cold wall, making my nipples even harder than they were before. With my cheek against he wall, Julian grabbed my hips and guided his cock back inside me. With one thrust he entered deep and hard. I let out a moan and tried to push myself back slightly. It was no use. As soon as he began to thrust, that huge cock made my arms and legs weak and I ended up resting my forehead on the wall.

He slid his cock all the way out and all the way back in with every thrust. With each thrust his balls would come up between my legs and slap my clit. His rhythm was perfect and his timing was glorious. His hands gripped my hips firmly and I could feel and hear how soaking wet I was as he plunged himself into me repeatedly. I placed my hands on the wall as I felt my orgasm start to build. My moans and yells started to get louder and my mind slowed down until I couldn't even think. Julien never went faster or slower. He continued to shove that big, thick, hot cock, deep inside of me with that perfect, mind blowing rhythm.

My fingernails started to scratch the walls and my auburn hair covered my face. My legs went weak and my toes curled in my shoes. My scream was loud and my body tensed. My eyes shut tight but I couldn't avoid it any longer. My orgasm crashed into me like a wrecking ball collides into a brick wall. The yells of orgasmic bliss bounced off the naked walls and echoed in the empty house but I couldn't hear them. I could only hear the ringing in my ears. It was so intense that he had to shove himself into me as hard as he could just to stay inside me.

Julian took his hands off my hips and placed them over mine on the wall and he leaned forward, pressing me up against the wall from head to toe.

He put his mouth next to my ear and through gasps said, "That one was for you. The next one will be for us."

Are you fucking kidding me? There's more?

Through the fog of my orgasm, I realized he hadn't cum yet so I started to grind and move my hips. I closed my legs together to make myself tighter around his cock and I tried my best to bounce on that hard shaft, but he pushed me tighter against the wall.

"Stop, stop, stop. I don't want to cum yet," he said as he trapped me against the wall.

I whimpered loudly. "I want you to cum."

"I finally have you in my arms. I don't want it to end."

"I need skin," I said though my heavy exhaling. "I need you close to me."

Julien bent his legs and slid out of me at a funny angle, prompting me to yell loudly. He stumbled back a few steps and started to unbutton his shirt.

"Not here," I said. I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the dining room. As I walked down the hall, I let go of his hand and I kicked off my one shoe I still had on and I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I reached up and pulled off my top and bra over my head and pushed my panties down to the floor as I approached the large table. I turned and Julien's jaw was open.

"What's wrong?" I blurted out.

"You're a goddess. You're even more beautiful nude than I ever imagined. I think you have a perfect ass."

I hope he was being sincere. If not, it still worked.

I reached over and clawed at his clothes. I quickly got behind him and pulled off his vest and threw it...somewhere. I went to the front to unbutton his shirt but I couldn't get them undone fast enough. There was no way I could rip his shirt open, no matter how bad I wanted to.

"Wait, wait," he said as he tried to help. He stepped back, and his right arm reached up over his shoulder and he grabbed a handful of material and he pulled his shirt off over his head. He leaned over to get leverage and I grabbed the material as well and pulled it off. He stood up, revealing his well defined chest and abs.

DELICIOUS

I then realized he had lost his pants in the hallway and he was just standing there in his wing tips and black socks.

I can't have him fuck me with those on, I'll laugh.

"You have to lose the shoes and socks," I said frantically.

He looked down and immediately kicked off his shoes. I heard one hit the wall behind me, and the other landed in the kitchen somewhere. I think it hit one of the cabinets. He reached down and pulled off his socks, and when he stood up, he scooped me up into his arms.

We started kissing again and the warmth of his skin felt amazing on my naked breasts and chest. He walked forward and pushed me back until I bumped into the table. He then lifted me up on the table and I crawled back on my elbows until we were in the middle of the table. Julian laid on top of me and I wrapped my legs around him. It felt so good to have his weight on me. It felt so good to have someone want me to so bad that he will climb up on a table in the middle of the day and devour me.

The kisses continued as he slowly started to thrust his hips. I was amazed he was still rock hard. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as the tip of his hot cock parted my sore pussy lips and he slowly slid into me, causing me to stretch once again.

I gasped.

He moaned.

We kissed.

Reconnected.

For what seemed like forever, he wouldn't thrust in and out in a forward motion. Instead, he would rotate his hips, and then slide into me from the sides. His hips moved side to side instead of back and forth. He would rise up and enter me slowly as his body was above me, and then slide all the way out until he was below me.




The Realtor



It is hard to describe but his cock explored every inch of the inside of me. It explored me from every angle. It was like dancing while having sex. It was making love...even though we were not yet fully in love. It was...amazing. The best part was that we kissed so much that my lips are still swollen and raw.

"Fuck me hard," I whispered in his ear. "I want you so bad, I want your cum."

"Not yet. I haven't had enough of you yet."

Julian then held both of my hands, our fingers interlaced, and he put my hands above my head, and as his lips hovered just above mine...he rammed me with that big, thick, hot cock. Over and over he plunged into me hard and he started to go faster and faster. I moaned and yelled uncontrollably. I was so close to cumming.

And then he slid out.

"No! Please! I'm so close!" I screamed.

I let go of his hands, reached around him, dug my fingernails into his back, and tried to pull him back up as he moved down my body, kissing my breasts, tummy and then...

I saw stars.

His hot mouth covered my clit and he sucked so hard that the feeling was way too intense. I know he was just carried away. He was no longer the reserved realtor, Julian. He was the unleashed, intense, love-making Julian. Still completely attentive, still ready to please, but now deliciously dirty.

His tongue explored my pussy and he eagerly licked and sucked on my soaking wet pussy lips. He kissed down both sides of my pussy and spread me open with this thumbs. He then pushed his tongue into me and wiggled it inside of me.

It had been so long since I've been licked that I nearly forgot how amazing it felt. I spread my legs wide and enjoyed every second as his tongue swirled around my clit over and over again. He nibbled and sucked and teased my clit and pussy lips. He kissed my inner thighs and softly bit me randomly. He then focused on my clit, licking harder and nibbling more and more until the feelings were once again too intense. This time, he held my legs so I couldn't move and he continued until I was nearly ready to come again...and then he stopped.

No! Torture!

I whimpered loudly as he quickly climbed up my body and slammed his rock hard cock into me. As his tongue slid over mine, allowing me to taste myself, his cock rammed me hard and fast. He held himself up on his elbows and plunged into me with hard, steady thrusts. He put his cheek next to mine and I once again got lost in the mix of heavy breathing, moans, and screams of ecstasy.

A few more intense thrusts and I heard him groan. It was the delicious noise that a man makes when he is about to cum. A sound that tells you he is desperately trying to hold everything back, so he can enjoy those last few seconds of bliss before releasing himself deep inside of you.

My orgasm grew quickly in anticipation of his and I soon felt him swell inside of me as he pounded me deep and hard. I wrapped my arms around him and as soon as I felt his cum shoot deep, deep inside of me, I relaxed and let my orgasm take over. I could feel him overflow me with cum as it ran down to my ass. We yelled loud and free as we got lost in the orgasmic crescendo.

When he had regained his strength, he rolled off of me but quickly pulled me to him. I rested my head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around me.

It was the first time I had ever been cuddled after making love. After talking and laughing for a while, we got dressed and he drove me home. For the entire drive he held my hand and kissed the back of my hand often.

"I don't know what is going to happen with us, so I am going to hold you as long as possible today," he said.

He pulled into my driveway, gave me a very sweet kiss, and we arranged to call each other later tonight.

I went in the house and caught my reflection in the mirror. My hair and clothes were a mess. My lips were still swollen...and for the first time in forever, I looked happy.

I made a few phone calls and then I showered, changed, and packed all of my clothes. I arranged to stay with a friend for the next few weeks until I found out what is going to happen to the house. I forgot to mention, I'm officially putting in an offer on the house. I really hope I get it.

I sat here anxiously waiting for Danny to get home. We obviously need to have a very serious discussion. I decided to send you a quick email while I waited, and I see I've failed miserably at keeping it short.

I really wrote you this to ask you if you thought Julien could get in trouble somehow? I don't want to hurt his career. Of course, I would never say anything, but I just want to get your professional opinion if there were any negative ramifications for what happened today. I wrote a lot more than I intended, but once I started writing about what happened, I just got lost reliving it all. I cant stop smiling. I really wan-

Danny just pulled into the driveway. I'll call you later tonight. Love you!

Laura



The Realtor Ch. 02



On the day of the final walk-through and closing for my new home I meet Lillian at her office so we could ride to the attorney's office together. As I am shown into Lillian's office she immediately gets up from her desk with a smile and comes to greet me and we share mutual kisses on each cheek. We hold each others hands between us for a few moments and I compliment her on her saying, "You look radiant today, and I absolutely love your hair style." 

She responds, "I just had it done this morning. You are such a thoughtful man, thank you for noticing."

Unlike the revealing outfits she wore when she was showing me the various properties, her suit today is professionally attractive yet appropriately conservative since we are going to a meeting with the attorney. But, she still has a very sensuous aura about her.

This time we are taking my car and even dressed as conservatively as she is Lillian still gives me a beautiful display of her legs as she gets in the car. As I get in I can't help but notice she has adjusted herself in the seat such that she is facing toward me and is now showing off as much as possible. I had to smile because her display confirmed that her sexuality was not just her revealing clothes, but her attitude. Lillian saw my smile and asked, "What is that lovely smile for?"

"Even when you are completely dressed, you are the sexiest woman I have ever seen," I said.

"I'm glad you feel that way. You sure know how to make a woman feel appreciated."

Before going to the Lawyer's we did a final walk-through of the house. We were busily opening cabinets and doors and looking at everything. In the master bath Lillian opened a lower cabinet and called me to look at something. As I turned I saw that her suit jacket has fallen open and I am treated to a full view of her lovely tits. I enjoyed the twinkle in her eye as somehow I knew she would find a way to show off even dressed so conservatively.

At the closing we are seated next to each other and I feel her leg pressing against mine and her hand resting on my leg and even caressing me from time to time. I really had to concentrate to get through all the paperwork and signatures, but I made it. The attorney had to step out to have some copies made and her hand quickly moves between my legs and she quietly says, "Just checking to see how you are feeling." 

It was difficult to remain calm, but I did my best to remain nonchalant saying, "It is a very exciting day."

Lillian responded, "I like it when my clients are excited by what I show them," as her fingers enjoyed my obvious erection.

The paperwork ordeal finally is over and fortunately, we chat with the lawyer for a few more minutes which allows my excitement to subside so I can walk out without being completely embarrassed. 

As we ride back to her office I notice she has moved closer to me in the seat. Now relaxed after our business is over, I place my hand softly on her leg which brings a smile to her face. Returning her favor from the closing, my hand searches between her legs, which drift open to allow me easier access and her eyes close as she is enjoying my caresses. "Mmmmmmmmmm that feels sooooo gooood" she whispers.

As we arrive at her office I quickly get a package out of the car as we head inside. The box is actually a gift to express my heartfelt thanks for her wonderful service and finding exactly the property I was looking for. Her eyes grow large with excitement as she quickly tears open the wrapping and opens the box to find a new outfit. I tell her, "I couldn't find the right words to adequately thank you so this is the next best thing."

Lillian throws her arms around me and gives me a warm kiss saying, "Thank you so very much, you gift is a very sweet gesture." Our kiss lingers slightly as our tongues are enjoying their first contact with each other.

I continued, "I would also like to take you to dinner tonight to properly celebrate our closing the deal."

As she gave me her address and directions she said, "That would be lovely."

As I arrive at Lillian's house I present her with fresh flowers. Kissing me as she takes them, she has me follow her into the kitchen so she can put them in fresh water. She is wearing the new suit I bought and it is a stunning fit. As she bends over to get a vase from under the sink I am treated to a striking view as the short, tight skirt has ridden very high. As she finishes with the flowers I tell her, "the suit looks better than I ever imagined," and she turns slowly to allow me to see it from all angles.

As she completed her pirouette she asks, "But, how did you know the right size? 

"I guess I just have a good eye for a very beautiful woman."

"I enjoy the way it fits so snugly," as she lightly runs her hands over the material as it hugs her curves.

The jacket has two buttons with a plunging neckline and I can't help complimenting her, "Your breasts look absolutely gorgeous tonight."

Lillian then comes to me and embraces me whispering, "You are a very dear man and I love the way you have treated me." As she finishes our lips join in a very passionate kiss and, bodies press tightly together and I enjoy her full tits pressing against my chest.

Ever the gentleman, I open her door and for her to get in the car as she treats me to another wonderful view of her sexy legs and thighs as well as the tiny black thong covering her feminine treasure. I notice there are diamonds on it. As Lillian allows my gaze to linger and we smile knowingly at each other. 

As I get in she has again turned so she is seated facing towards me and her short skirt has ridden way up and her thong is clearly visible. She watches as my eyes roam over her whole body and asks, "Do you like what you see?"

Almost breathless I answer, "Yes, and your diamond studded pussy adds a very special touch to the outfit."

Her only response is to lightly squeeze my thigh and she caresses my leg as I drive and we chat.

The restaurant is elegant and quiet which allows us to enjoy in intimate dinner. Seated across from each other we both become playful. I silently slip one foot out of my shoe and move it up Lillian's leg until my toes are caressing between her legs. Not to be outdone, she gives me the same treatment and we are thankful for he long table cloth which hides what is going on under the table.

The intimate atmosphere also affects our conversation, which becomes hotter. We linger slightly after the meal, but decide to leave in search of what the night may still hold. The routine of my helping Lillian enter the car is much the same, however when I get in I am met by her fully exposed breasts. She has unbuttoned the top button of the suit jacket and the second button is holding her stunning tits out at me. 

She says, "My tits have been confined all day and I just need to let them out to get some air."

I respond saying, "It is perfectly OK with me," as Lillian snuggles close to me and tightly holds my right arm in both of hers and rests her head on my shoulder

Arriving at her house I am happy to see that she makes no effort to cover her tits as we head inside. No sooner is the door closed than we are locked in an embrace, kissing deeply and caressing each other all over. Finally, I enjoy my first touch of her full tits and find very large hard nipples needing my attention. 

Breaking the kiss, Lillian whispers, "How about a glass of wine?" 

"I would really enjoy one," 

Returning, she has a bottle for me to open and I fill the two crystal glasses as she relaxes on the sofa. I hand her a glass and join her and offer a toast, "Thank you for your special and personal services, you found exactly the property I was looking for." 

Lillian responds, "Don't forget I provide the same service after the sale too."

We both sip the wine as our eyes lock together. As our glasses lower, we both have the same thought as we set the glasses on the end tables and then embrace tightly in a very hot kiss. Our hands are again all over each other and soon my kisses are trailing down her neck and my lips soon begin enjoying the taste and shape of her firm tits. Obviously enjoying the attention she urges, "Suck my hard nipples."

I gladly respond to her request. Simultaneously, one of my hands finds its way to her diamond studded thong. The material is very wet with her flowing nectar. She is growing hotter and hotter and I open the other button on her jacket and begin kissing my way down her tummy toward her wetness. Her skirt is bunched at her waist like a wide belt and soon my tongue gets its first taste of her juices. Lillian shudders at the first touch and tells me, "Please eat my pussy. You have been making me so hot all day. I need to feel your tongue in me."

I pull the tiny piece of material aside and begin pleasuring her in earnest as she opens her legs wide to enjoy the treatment to the fullest and her hips begin undulating as she fucks my tongue. I have my hands under her firm ass, holding her pussy tight to my mouth so my tongue can reach as deep inside her hot love hole as possible. Soon her hips are bucking wildly and a tremendous orgasm follows soon after.

"You taste wonderful," I tell her as I totally enjoy savoring every drop of her cum. As I finish the last beads of cum from the folds of her pussy, she quickly pushes me back toward the other end of the sofa and unzips my slacks to free my hard cock and starts to savor my erection. I can only moan as I enjoy her exquisite touch. Lillian is truly an artist when it comes to sucking a cock. Her lips are like velvet, as she swirls he tongue over my dick and slides down taking me fully into her hot mouth. With all the teasing during the day I am very excited and it is not long before I explode and she is more than pleased to take all my cum as we both enjoy my orgasm. 

As we both relax from our excitement we savor our wine and continue to enjoy a very intimate conversation. It has gotten late and we did satisfy each other on this special evening. 

As Lillian sees me to the door, a departure which is very lingering, she does not cover up as she says, "I want you to remember me this way," and she also reminds me again, "Don't forget that I continue to provide all my special services after the sale."

We share a final passionate kiss and caress each other all over. As I step away I give her nipple a final caress between my fingers. As I drive off I see Lillian still standing in the doorway watching me as she caresses her tits with one hand and her pussy with the other.

Lillian truly is a full service Realtor.

To be continued.



The Realtor Ch. 03



Although it has been about a week since the closing on the house, the events of that day and evening have remained on my mind. It was a memorable evening.

Today is the first of my move in days and to say the least it is a hectic time as furniture and boxes are seemingly moving all over the place and I am constantly in motion keeping an eye on all the moving pieces making sure they end up in the right places. As the movers take a break for lunch it is good to be able to sit down for a few minutes. Fortunately the chairs for the terrace have already been placed and I enjoy the respite. I am startled as I hear a woman's heels clicking across the terrace and come back to reality as I see Lillian approaching and say, "Hi beautiful."

"I see you have been working very hard. I just wanted to stop by to see how things were going. 

"You have made my day," I say as I look at Lillian dressed as sexily and elegant as ever in a slender skirt cut nicely above her knees and that wonderful cleavage to feast my eyes on. 

She sits in the chair facing me as we chat and I soon see a smile coming over her face. Not knowing what she is thinking I ask, "What's so funny." 

"I have only seen you in a suit and dressy casual clothes, but given the nature of the work today I can understand you wearing something light" As she continues to look at me in my running shorts and a tank top she says, "And, I appreciate the fact that you are showing off for me today. Nice view!" 

Ah yes, the small running shorts don't hide much and Lillian was certainly enjoying the sight of my cock.

"I know moving is hard work and I know the house really won't be settled enough to fix you own meals for a day or two more. How about coming over for dinner tomorrow night?"

I gladly accept. 

"Good, see you at 7."

Lillian has to leave, but first gives me a sweet kiss and as she walks out, leaves me with a beautiful vision of her swaying hips and ass. as only she can do.

Dressed casually, I arrive a minute or so after 7 and present Lillian with a bottle of fine Italian wine as she greets me. She gives me a warm kiss and takes my hand, leading me toward the kitchen saying she wants to introduce me to her husband. Normally I would be in a state of shock hearing that statement, but she is so relaxed and stunningly dressed that it doesn't phase me. 

She introduces me to Steve, as she stands next to him. We shake hands, but my eyes return to look at her beauty. She is wearing a silky blouse with several buttons left open allowing her lovely tits to be displayed in a very lacey push up bra. I can't help but think that they are just waiting to be touched. Her skirt is skin tight and very short. Finally, her legs are encased in shiny stocking and she is wearing very high spike heels. 

Steve, puts me at ease saying, "She likes to show off," and continues that its OK to look as he understands. 

"You are certainly a lucky guy to have such an elegant and beautiful wife."

As Lillian returns to the kitchen to finish preparing some appetizers Steve asks, "What do you like most about her?"

"That is a tough question to answer, because there is so much to enjoy," but I finally say it was her eyes and hair that really first caught my attention, but that it wasn't long before I also noticed her wonderful tits. 

He agreed with my observation. 

We then came into the kitchen to open the wine and poured three glasses before moving to the den and relaxed on the sofa, Steve and I sitting on each end. Lillian soon joins us, serving the appetizers and I enjoy seeing her blouse open wide as she bends over offering me the plate. 

Steve smiles knowingly as she does the same for him, giving him a kiss too.

Lillian sits between us and we toast each other and a new friendship. The conversation flows easily as we are obviously comfortable with each other. We are learning each others hobbies, favorite sports and the like and are smiling and laughing continuously. We move to the dining room and I enjoy watching the playful caress you give Lillian's very shapely ass, which she obviously enjoys.

Steve and I are seated as Lillian brings in the remaining dishes and we notice that she has opened another button of her blouse, which we find very enjoyable. The friendly conversation continues and we savor the wine that complements the meal perfectly. Lillian says the desert is the best part and heads out to the kitchen to get it. Returning, her blouse is nearly fully open, showing off the lacey bra and magnificent tits. As she serves me she gives me a soft kiss and then moves on to serve Steve. Similarly, she kisses him, lingering longer and allows him to caress her tits. 

As she goes to take her seat Steve says, Don't you think our guest would like the same treatment I got?" 

Lillian immediately apologizes and comes back to me and whispers in my ear, "I'd really like to feel your hands on her tits," and gives me a long deep kiss. 

I smile and say, "After that I am certainly ready for dessert."

We finish quickly and with our wine head back to the sofa, Lillian is again between us with her blouse now wide open. With such spectacular tits so beautifully displayed, and her skirt now well up around her hips, it isn't long before our conversation get very intimate. 

"I'm getting hot and wet," she says. (News flash, her hard nipples poking through the lace gave her away.) She delicately pushes the lacy cups of her bra down and offers her tits to Steve. What and enjoyable sight. 

After several long moments of watching them, Lillian asks, "Steve, Honey, can I give him the same treatment?" 

"Of course darling, you should treat our guest nicely.

With Steve's approval she comes over, straddling me and allows me to suck her tits, for what turns out to be a long time. She also tells me, "I want to feel your touch all over,"

I gladly comply with Lillian's request and soon she is humping my erection and my hand is enjoying the wetness between her legs and even reaching under the tiny thong.

Breathless, Lillian pulls away and says, "I need to be taken care of. Would excuse you us for a while," as she takes Steve' hand and leads him off down the hall.

I savor some more of the wine and close my eyes to enjoy the visions in my mind. I really don't know how long they were gone, when Lillian comes back out, dressed only in her open blouse and skirt, and Steve following a moment later.

She sits down close to me and whispers, "Thank you for being so understanding. I really needed that. I always feel so wonderful when I have been freshly fucked." Lillian then kisses me deeply and reaches into my slacks pulling my hard cock out and proceeds to give me a very enjoyable hand job. 

Steve disappears and soon returns with a soft towel, handing it to her to prevent a mess as her exquisite touch brings me to a pleasant orgasm. We all sit back finally relaxing.

"I thank both of you for a most enjoyable evening. I think we have a great start on a wonderful friendship."

We say our goodbyes at the front door, but Lillian very quickly puts her heels on and walks to the car with me. As I open the door to get in, she comes to me and kisses me passionately and presses her body tightly against mine then whispers, "I just had to feel your cock one more time."

As I leave I say, "I hope to see more of you soon."

Lillian replies, "You will, much more." 

I drive off with a smile and an again hard cock that will receive attention as soon as I get home.

Continued



The Realtor Ch. 04



This is the final chapter of THE REALTOR. I have enjoyed all the comments readers have emailed to me especially those from a former Real Estate agent who had similar experiences. I would certainly enjoy hearing more about her encounters and I also encourage her to write about them for all to read.

Here is the last chapter as Lillian helps me find the services of an interior decorator. Enjoy!

Lillian called back quite quickly saying one of her friends, Kelli, was an interior decorator and she was quite excited about the opportunity to provide her services to me. We agreed to meet Tuesday evening.

I got home from work about 30 minutes before our appointment, so I had just enough time to fix a quick "Munchie" and open a bottle of wine to breathe so we could enjoy it later. I then took my tie and suit coat off just as the clock chimed 6 PM, the time for our meeting. 

As I opened the door I was somewhat surprised to see Lillian in a nice pair of black slacks. They were wonderfully tight around the hips and rear as well as down the thighs then flare slightly. They really showed off her shape well and she looked stunning with high heels. A tight knit top that showed a small amount of cleavage, well a small amount for her, completed her outfit. After what has become our traditional greeting of a kiss on each cheek she introduced me to Kelli and she immediately impressed me. Wearing a short skirt and blouse, which she left open slightly, her charms were very apparent. I escorted the women to the den where we sat down to discuss the decorating I needed and to sip the wine as we talked. Kelli was very attentive to my desires and said she already had some ideas to take care of my needs based on her chat with Lillian.

We toured the house and Kelli continued to impress not only with her decorative skills, but also her appearance, which she seemed very uninhibited in showing off. I was thinking Déjà vu as I watched her seemingly show off with every move she made, but just couldn't believe it could really happen again. I noticed Lillian whispered something to Kelli while we were in the Master bedroom and I was curious about what she could have been saying that she didn't want me to hear. 

Back in the living room Kelli provided a few quick sketches of her ideas which I told her I liked very much. Not to mention, I liked the way she showed off her tits as she leaned forward to point things out on her sketch pad on the coffee table. She said it would take a few days to refine her ideas and drawings and then she would call to arrange an appointment to bring them by along with material samples. I said that would be fine.

Business finished, our conversation became more casual and friendly. Lillian shared the story of how she and Kelli had become friends a number of years ago. I was really enjoying this, but Kelli indicated she has an early appointment in the morning and needed to leave to finish her preparations. 

Kelli had followed Lillian in her car knowing she had to leave early, so I walked her out to her car. As we headed out the door she called to Lillian, "Call you tomorrow." 

At the car I thanked her for coming in the evening as it works best with my schedule. She replied, "No problem, I am just very happy to be able to provide my services to you, and I'll call as soon as I finish my proposal so I can come by for your approval." I opened her door and we shook hands, then as she got in the car I enjoyed a lovely flash of her thighs and her pretty smile. Watching her drive off, I found myself smiling happily.

When I returned I refilled our wine glasses as Lillian and I sat back and relaxed on the sofa. After a few moments and a sip of wine Lillian asked, "Well, what did you think?" 

I started by saying Kelli is very talented and I like the way she is able to quickly draw out her ideas. 

I noticed Lillian chuckling and she said, "No, I know she is professionally qualified, but what did you think about her, the way she looks?"

I responded, "She is very attractive." 

Now Lillian was really laughing and said, "OK silly. What did you think about her tits?"

I began laughing too and asked if she was trying to play matchmaker.

Lillian explained she has known how talented a decorator Kelli was for a long time and that she has been very successful. However, as a single woman, she has not had a lot of luck finding the right man. "Since she was so talented, intelligent and pretty, I thought you might be a good match. After all, she reminded me, "You said you did not have a lady in your bed right now. And I know you saw me whispering to her as we left the Master bedroom. I was telling her that's where you did me."

Pausing a moment to watch my expression which was a smile, Lillian continued, "That is why I dressed conservatively tonight so I would not distract you from looking at Kelli. "So, what did you think of her tits," you ask again. 

After a pause for a long moment, I said, "I like the way she showed them off and they looked quite large." I continued indicating, "I also enjoyed the short skirt and the sight of her legs. She looks very athletic."

"She is an avid jogger," Lillian added.

I'm sure we could have continued this discussion quite awhile, but it was obvious Lillian was getting excited as her nipples were now clearly visible through her top. She moved closer to me on the sofa and put her hand on my leg and began caressing my inner thigh which wasn't helping me either. It wasn't long before Lillian was softy running her hand up and down my cock and then unzipped my pants to free my hardness from its confinement. Without saying a word she took me into her mouth and was soon giving me the pleasure of fucking her mouth. She had such a wonderful touch it wasn't long before I was shooting my cum into her warm mouth. She continued until she had cleaned every drop. As she finished I pulled her into my arms and we shared a deep passionate kiss. As we breathlessly parted, Lillian had a somewhat sad look and I asked, "What's wrong?"

"I have so loved having you as one of my very special clients and you have truly fucked me wonderfully, but I know Kelli is very excited about meeting your and she gave me a little sign tonight that she really wants to fuck you. I think she will be the perfect decoration for your bed."

I responded. "I have been totally satisfied with your service and I am grateful that you recommended Kelli to me." I continued and related my "Déjà vu" thoughts from earlier in the evening to Lillian and then said, "If Kelli is anything at all like you I know things will be just fine."

Lillian then indicated that she better be going but emphasized this was not the end of our relationship, but the beginning of a friendship. I took her arm and we strolled out to her car. I opened her door but before she got in she again pressed herself against me for another deep kiss. As she got in she gave my cock a playful stroke saying, "I'm sure you and Kelli are going to have a great relationship."

I'm sure the real reason Lillian needed to leave was she was very excited and needed to get home and get fucked. I strolled slowly back into the house, enjoying the fresh evening air as my thoughts returned to Kelli and I felt my cock stir in anticipation. 

Kelli called me the next evening to say she had completed her preps for me and asked if she could come over the following evening and indicated, "I won't need to dash off this time and I'll stay until all your questions are answered." We agreed on a time, but unlike the typical short-and–to-the-point business call, we continued chatting a few minutes, getting to know each other better. She said she had talked to Lillian and heard she stayed only a little longer after she had left the previous night. "I know how Lillian likes to show off and how excited she gets so she needed to leave and get Steve to take care of her." 

I was laughing as I told her, "I was thinking the exact same thing when I walked her out to the car."

Kelli laughed also as she said, "I guess Lillian and I have a lot in common."

I picked up on her leading comment, but let it pass as I told her, "You have a lovely laugh."

"Thank you. Even though I just met you the other night, I feel very comfortable with you and you have a way of making me laugh. It's been a long time since I felt like that way." 

We ending our chat saying we both were looking forward to the next evening. I have to say, my heart picked up a beat as I recalled the conversation with Lillian after Kelli left the first night.

I was happy to hear the doorbell as Kelli arrived and had to stop myself from running to the door. As I opened the door the fading sunlight added a golden color to Kelli's blond hair and I was very impressed by the striking woman standing in front of me with a very big smile. I reached to shake her hand and she gently took it but then came close and kissed my cheek. She then stepped back looking for my reaction. 

I responded, "Thank you," putting my fingers to my cheek to touch the spot her lips had just touched as if it were special, which it was, and then kissed her cheek in the same fashion. I also took a few lingering moments to allow my eyes to take in the beautiful woman standing in front of me. Kelli was wearing a short tight skirt and white blouse left very open and her smile said she was enjoying the way I was looking at her.

I took Kelli's arm and led her into the den and asked if she'd like something to drink before we got started. She said water would be fine and followed me into the kitchen to watch and look around as I fixed two glasses. As she looked around she said, "Lillian told me you really like to cook. It looks like you have quite the gourmet kitchen." 

Handing her the water I said, "The kitchen was one of the primary reasons I took this house."

Following the thought Kelli asked, "What's your favorite dish?"

I wanted to say it was her, but instead I offered, "Anything Italian with a lovely woman like you."

This bought a big smile to Kelli's beautiful face and I again heard her lovely laugh. She put her hand softly on my arm looking straight into my eyes and said, "That's very sweet. I accept the invitation."

I took her hand in mine, and brought it to my lips and gently kissed it saying, "Tomorrow, 7:30?"

"Date!"

Continuing to hold her hand I led Kelli back to the den as we did have some decorating business to cover.

We sat on the sofa and Kelli spread her materials out on the table then turned to me to begin her presentation. I listened intently and it was a good thing I did, because as she faced me her short skirt did little to hide her stocking tops or tiny thong. As she moved showing me particular features on the various sketches, her blouse fell open even more allowing me a clear view of her full D-cup tits held by a very skimpy lace bra.

As Kelli finished describing her plan she put he hand on my arm again and asked, "What do you think of everything I've showed you?"

"I think you are the most talented and beautiful decorator I have ever met and I love everything you have showed me."

"I do have one question, would you prefer the lighter or darker fabric her in the bedroom," as she pointed to a particular part of a sketch.

Kelli saw my eyes moving back and forth between her tits and legs and smiled. Not getting an answer she then grabbed my hand and said, "OK, I see you've lost your concentration. Let's take the fabric and see how it looks in the bedroom."

Since we had been sitting, Kelli's skirt had ridden well up her legs, but as we headed toward the stairs she did not push it back down. As I followed her up the stairs I was treated to a lovely view up her skirt. At the top Kelli saw that I was looking and stopped as she asked, "Did you like what you saw?"

There was no hiding my pleasure or excitement as the tent in my pants gave me away so I said, "Yes. You have the prettiest legs and I love the way you butt wiggles as you walk."

"I'm glad you enjoy it. I like it when a man appreciates me like that." 

The sexual excitement between us was tremendous, but Kelli reminded me we were going to decide which fabric we were going to use in the bedroom and took my arm to lead me on.

Kelli moved about the room holding the fabric in various places for me to try to visualize how the colors would look. Facing me she bent down to hold the sample near the carpet. As she did this her tits pushed the material of her blouse completely open and nearly fell out of her tiny bra. She knew I was watching but as she stood up only smiled but did nothing to cover the beautiful sight up again. She then went to the side of the bed and bent over again, this time facing away from me. Her thong barely covered her pussy and the material did little to hide the delicate folds of her treasure.

Somehow I had known as she had approached the bed that she was going to bend over again and I had already started walking toward her. I could not resist caressing her shapely rear and said, "Lovely, simply lovely."

My movement startled Kelli slightly and she stood up. As she did her ass was rubbing against my cock which now was making a large tent in my pants. Realizing what she had found, Kelli pushed back against me and tilted her head back over her shoulder so our lips could share our first kiss. It was a very passionate kiss, our tongues enjoying each other. I reached around and cupped her full tits with my hands, softly caressing her skin and teasing her hard nipples with my thumb and forefinger through her lacy bra. I found the front clasp of her bra and unhooked it to free her mounds and returned to her nipples. I soon discovered the largest nipples I had ever touched. They were as big around as my thumb and nearly an inch long.

Breathlessly we broke our kiss and we were both moaning as the pleasure filled our bodies. Kelli was the first to speak saying, "You touch is so gentle and wonderful, I hope you never stop."

"Mmmmm, I'll gladly caress your body all over," I said.

"Once you get my nipples hard there is only one thing that will satisfy me," she whispered as she pushed my hands away and positioned herself on the bed on her hands and knees and then reached back to pull her thong aside, and looked back at me saying, "Isn't it time you took that hard cock out and put it to good use?"

She watched and smiled as I unzipped and removed my pants and she noticed I was not wearing any underwear. She told me she always thought it was sexy when a guy doesn't wear underwear.

I worked the head of my dick in the wet folds of her lovely pussy to lubricate it and soon pushed into her velvet hole. She was so hot it was not long before we were both thrusting into each other. I moved to hold her tits and continued to enjoy her huge nipples. Kelli was clearly enjoying it as she said, "I love getting fucked and having my tits worked at the same time. It makes me so hot. Fuck me baby, fuck me good."

"Your pussy is so hot and wet. Did I do that to you?"

"I wanted you inside me from the moment I first met you. You sure know how to fuck a girl just right. I'm close baby, give it to me. Give me all your wonderful cock. Fuck me, fuck me hard."

I told her I was close too and it was not long and we were cuming together. As our orgasms began to subside we collapsed on the bed, still joined as one. Kelli said, "Don't even think about ever taking that lovely big cock out of me."

"Kelli, I wouldn't dream of ever doing that. You are a fabulous fuck," I responded.

"That's sweet lover, I'm glad you feel that way. The same goes for me."

As we relaxed we chatted, sharing our thoughts about our new relationship. Kelli told me, "I'm so glad Lillian called me to help with your decorating and that she told me all about you." Kelli, sensed my surprise and continued, "You know we've been friends for years and she has always taken great pride in giving her clients the best service possible. She told me a long time ago how she would show herself off and tease her male clients and even fuck some of them. I was always interested in that too, but I'd only do a little teasing. It always made me hot to show off and I enjoyed it, but I'd end up satisfying myself when I got home. Lillian would always try to get me to go out with some of the single ones, but it just never worked. When she told me about you, I said he has to be too good to be true, but when she told me how you had fucked her, I knew I just had to have you." She looked in my eyes, smiling and said, "I'm glad I did."

I then told her about the conversation Lillian and I had after she left Tuesday night and how Lillian was asking how I liked her tits. I even told her how Lillian had thanked me for being a special client by sucking my cock.

Kelli responded, "I'd like to suck y our cock too, but right now I like it right where it is inside me."

I agreed.

We stayed close for a long while chatting and continuing to caress each other. Unfortunately, we both still had to work the following day so reluctantly we finally got up and headed to the shower together. We both enjoyed soaping each other and I once again had Kelli's nipples rock hard and bent to kiss tem and run my tongue over the large tips. Kelli went crazy as I did this and quickly reached for my cock stroking it to make sure it was hard. With a quick movement she had me buried in her hot cunt again and was fucking me like there was no tomorrow. 

"Push that beautiful cock in me and make me cum again," she cried breathlessly.

I pushed as deep as I could and said, "Go ahead ride it to your hearts content."

"That's perfect baby. I can feel you all the way up inside me and you hit my clit every time I move. Oh, I'm cuming. Fuck, it feels so good."

As she came her pussy gripped my cock tighter and I let loose a stream of cum deep in her.

"Yes, baby, I feel that. Shoot your cum inside me. Give it all to me."

We were leaning against the wall for support as the water beat down on us helping us relax and recover. Finally we pulled apart, finished rinsing off and toweled off. I pulled on a pier of jogging shorts as Kelli dried her hair and tried to fix it quickly for her ride home. I then helped her sip her thong back on and watch her adjust it so it fit just right. Similarly I helped her with her bra and enjoyed the sight as she adjusted the material so it barely covered her dark areole and nipples. She pulled her skirt back up and I zipped for her and then she put her blouse back on, buttoning only a single button just below her tits so they were still "On display."

"You are a beautiful sexy woman and I love the way you show off your feminine charms," I said.

"Thank you. Like I said earlier, I love doing it for a man that truly appreciates what he is seeing as you do."

We headed out arm in arm and I picked up Kelli's materials as we headed on out to her car. I placed her papers in the back seat and then took her in my arms, looking into her eyes and said, "I am so happy Lillian recommended you."

Kelli responded, "Me too. I'm going to have to find a way to give her a very special thank you."

We shared our final kiss of the evening. It was much more delicate than any of the others throughout the evening, but filled with much more emotion. As our lips parted we could only gaze into each others sparkling eyes.

I finally broke the silence and said, "Dinner, tomorrow evening, 7:30, right?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world, Lover."

I opened Kelli's door and watched her get in. With one leg in and the other still on the ground Kelli looked at me with a big smile and said, "My pussy is even smiling and can't wait to see you again tomorrow."

With that I bent and gave her a kiss on the cheek and said, "Until tomorrow then."

I stood there smiling broadly until her car was out of sight.




The Realtor Ch. 04



I left work at mid day Friday, not because I was tired, but rather to do some quick grocery shopping and get home to do the advance preps for our dinner that evening. I know people must have wondered what I was thinking as I shopped and was humming and wearing a smile, but that is the effect Kelli had on me.

I had planed a simple and light Italian meal of Bruschetta, a fresh salad with a delicate oil and vinegar dressing that I and would squeeze fresh lemon on it just before serving it. The entrée was Penne pasta with a delicate tomato sauce with rosemary and basil, and fresh fruit for dessert. Preps complete, 

I headed to get freshened up for a special evening. After showering and shaving I splashed on Obsession cologne and put on a light shirt, leaving a couple buttons open, casual but dress slacks and loafers without socks, and nothing else. As I looked forward to Kelli's arrival I felt a wonderful stirring in my loins.

I opened the wine to breath and was checking the setting on the table as the doorbell rang. What a vision stood in front of me as I opened the door and saw Kelly standing there. She was wearing a light gauze blouse over nothing but her clearly visible fabulous tits and a very tight red skirt, cut just above the knee and a slit up the front of her left leg all the way to her hips. Her stiletto heels and black stockings were the perfect finishing touch. "You are stunning," I said noting her red nails and spike heels.

As I enjoyed the lovely sight, Kelli did a pirouette for me so I could see all of her. Upon facing me she asked, "What do you think?"

I was thinking I should go put the dinner on hold and take this ravishing beauty straight to bed and give her the fucking she obviously wanted, but I came to my senses and said, "Its perfect Kelli," as I kissed her delicately on the cheek and gently caressed the side of her breasts which quickly caused her nipples to harden.

"Mmmmm, Thank you babe. You know how much I love your touch on my tits. Mmmmmmm."

I escorted her into the den and poured to glasses a Brunello riserva and offering her glass I offered her a toast. "To the most beautiful woman I have ever met and the beginning of a very special relationship."

We touched our glasses lightly making the crystal chime and took a sip of the rich wine, but our eyes were locked in a sparkling dance of their own. As we lowered our glasses, Kelli puckered her lips and blew me a kiss, a very hot kiss indeed.

We relaxed on the sofa with Kelli leaning against me, almost molded to my side. She confided, "I have been on pins and needles all day long looking forward to seeing you again. Last night was so wonderful, but I know tonight is really going to be our first really special memory together."

I could only return her gesture and blew her a kiss as I enjoyed her full tits and the now open slit of her skirt that showed she was wearing stockings with pretty lacy tops.

We savored the wine and chatted, finally getting to really know each other. We told stories of our childhood, talked about our families and shared some of our goals and dreams in life. It was amazing how we had so many common interests. 

We were getting hungry so I asked Kelli to come to the kitchen with me as I fixed the appetizer. Kelli took my arm and stayed right at my side caressing me as I toasted the crusty Italian bread, and topped it with the tomato and basil mixture.

I then took the plates to the table and seated Kelli. We enjoyed the savory bruschetta as our conversation continued as it had earlier. As I get up to get the salads, Kelli again was right at my side, watching my every step and continuing her caressing, this time mostly just feeling my butt. As she did this she whispered, "You have a nice firm muscular ass," and playfully nibbled my ear lobe.

I could not resist and took her in my arms, pulled her tightly against me and took her ass in my hands. After a deep kiss I said, "And so do you.

Our romantic dinner continued like this until about half way through the main course when Kelli slipped her foot out of her shoe and rubbed the inside of my leg and then massaged my cock. As she got the desired response, she said, "This is absolutely delicious. I can hardly wait to see what you are serving for dessert."

Her sly smile was not to be denied so I slipped my shoe off and began running my toes along the inside of her stocking thighs.

"I like that," she cooed, as she spread her legs to allow me to push further up her legs. 

I was only a few short moments and I discovered her naked pussy as my toes found her wetness. "My, aren't we a naughty lady tonight," I said.

"I wouldn't say naughty, dear, just very willing."

For dessert I had fresh strawberries and champagne which we moved back to the den to enjoy. I took the first berry and dipped it in the bubbly liquid and delicately offered it to Kelli. At first she just flicked her tongue sexily over the fruit, tasting the champagne, before taking it between her lips and into her mouth. I could not resist saying, "Mmmmm, I wish I was that strawberry."

Kelli's silent response was another sexy wiggle of her tongue.

We continued sharing the berries until they were done but still had champagne left. Kelli took a sip from her glass and offered me her tongue to savor the liquid from, which led to a long passion filled kiss.

I noticed after the kiss that Kelli's nipples had began hardening again. I could wait no longer and opened her blouse and drizzled some champagne over her tits and proceeded to flick my tongue over the soft skin and hard nipple till the champagne was gone. As I did this Kelli was purring and held my head firmly to her breasts, obviously enjoying my attention.

It took her a few moments to recover as she was very excited from my teasing, but she wanted to return the favor and reached to unzip my pants. Her eyes were filled with pleasure as she saw my cock spring free, unimpeded by underwear. She then drizzle a healthy amount of champagne over my cock and nestled down in a comfortable position to begin licking it off. Of course to get all the tasty liquid she had to move her lips over the head of my glistening hard-on and kept sliding it further and further into her mouth, bobbing up and down, until she took al of me. Even though she had cleaned all the champagne off she continued and was stroking me with her hand which put me over the edge and I came in her warm mouth. As she finished cleaning off my head, she came to my lips and kissed me saying, "That is the best dessert I ever had."

I reached for my glass and then parted the slit of her skirt and looked into her eyes and said, "May I?"

Her response was to slide her ass to the edge of the sofa and spread her legs wide so I cold pour champagne over her waiting pussy. I then proceeded to enjoy her nectar mixed with the champagne as I flicked my tongue over her clit and then began eating her pussy. Kelli was very excited and it did not take long before she was thrusting her hips and humping my tongue as she was nearing her orgasm.

"Yes, lick my clit. Ohhhhh, eat my pussy and make me cum. That's it, I'm cuming."

I savored every drop of her juicy cum.

"I'm so hot. After being eaten like I need you to fuck me right now."

She pushed me up against the back of the sofa, pulled her skirt up around her waist and straddled me. She was so wet she slide down over my full length easily and began a wonderful rhythm as she rode up and down my hard cock. In this position, her tits were right in front of me so I teased her nipples to their full hardness. Since we had each cum once already we enjoyed a long wonderful, tender and loving fuck, changing positions several times. But as our passions were reaching their peak we banged away finally exploding together.

We held each other tightly in silence as our shared emotions overcame us. Rested enough, I picked Kelli up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. I placed her on the bed and removed her clothes and then mine and joined her as we nestled close. This night, neither of us was leaving as we continued to kiss passionately and caressed each other rekindling our passions again. Kelli whispered, "I have never wanted to fuck anyone the way I want to fuck you. Give that beautiful hard cock and fuck me all night long."

We enjoyed a slow exquisite fuck that must have lasted for hours and fell asleep as one after we shared another emotional orgasm.

We awoke to the sun streaming through the curtains and after sharing our first good morning kiss, headed to the shower. As before we teased as we lathered each other and chatted about what we might do today, besides enjoying more fucking. After we toweled each other off, I headed to the Kitchen to make some coffee and Kelli dried her hair. I loved the sight of her as she came into the kitchen wearing one of my old dress shirts left completely open with her high heels.

I poured us two mugs of the hot coffee and offered Kelli hers. She took it and began strolling around the room and into the bar area. She called out, "Baby, who took these photos?"

I joined her and saw she was referring to some landscape pictures and replied, "I took then during a trip to Tuscany less than a year ago."

You didn't tell me you were such a talented photographer."

I told her, "With digital photography today, it is so easy that it even make my photos look good."

"Sweetie, I'm the decorator and these are great. Do you do anything besides landscapes?"

I replied that I hadn't.

Kelli the said, "Well I know what we can do today then. You can start photographing a new subject. Go get your camera."

"And what and I going to be taking picture of?"

"Go get the camera and you'll see."

I really need to know the subject so I know what lens to use."

"OK, Mr. Photographer, Me," as she struck a sexy pose and pulled her shirt open, "You know how I like to show off and I couldn't think of anyone I rather do it for than you.

I took a lot of picture of Kelli in the shirt and put her then she went and finished her hair and makeup and put her outfit from last night on again and began posing again and showing off all her feminine charms. As I clicked away she continued to tease and offered her own commentary as she did. Finally one pose was just too much. Standing with her hands on her hips, blouse open and one foot on the coffee table which opened the slit of her skirt baring her pussy, she asked if I liked her "fuck me" heels. 

I didn't have to say a word, as my hard cock popped out of my robe.

As Kelli came over and knelt in front of me, lightly stroking my hardness she said, I guess that means you like them a lot, and she took me into her hot mouth. 

Needless to say, Kelli is now living with me and we have bought many revealing outfits for her to show off in. Yes, each time we end up enjoying a wonderful fuck. As for Lillian, she is very proud of Kelli and the way she shows off and has asked if we would also take some photos of her. Now it is our turn to provide a service to Lillian.