Real Estate Charms
In the midst of the Covid-19 pandemic, Garnet was fortunate enough to work from home, but my job was cut, leaving us financially strained. Even with both of our salaries combined, we didn't have much leftover for enjoyment. With lockdown keeping us in our separate living units, we couldn't agree on anything, not even which TV show to binge-watch, leading to heated arguments. We fell behind on paying our bills on time, even missing a couple of mortgage payments.
Garnet threw himself into work, appearing to be constantly working on his computer, chatting with coworkers. As he became more engrossed in his job, I turned to self-improvement. I knew the lockdown would eventually end, so I wanted to come out stronger and ready for a high-paying job to help us recover from our financial troubles. Our marriage was on the rocks, with little hope of holding together much longer.
I filled my days with self-help books, exercising, yoga sessions with an online instructor, and studying for a real estate license. Fast forward a few months, Garnet returned to his office. I was hired by a well-known nationwide company, working on a commission basis. I started by putting in long hours, selling houses and getting listings, determined to achieve success and save our marriage once we were debt-free. Surprisingly, Garnet blamed my job for the downfall of our marriage.
However, I soon discovered that Garnet was having an affair. It was with one of his colleagues, the same person he spent so much time chatting with online during lockdown. They started their affair as soon as he returned to work. We decided to end our marriage amicably, with him moving in with his coworker and signing over the house and debt to me.
As a single woman, I had no more obstacles or excuses. I focused on working hard, put in long hours at my job, and quickly became the top salesperson in the company. My salary skyrocketed, my life transformed overnight. I sold our house, bought a luxurious apartment, and nearly reached my goal of being in the top 20 agents in the country. I lost 24 pounds, toned down to a size 35-26-34, and pamper myself with weekly spa treatments. I felt healthier than ever.
I was ready for a new romantic partner, so I set up an online dating profile. I was selective about who I dated, meeting twice a week. I established strict rules - no kissing on the first date, and only potential sex on the third date. I was enjoying better sex than when I was married and even learned that I'm pansexual.
A week ago, I replied to an email from a potential client on our real estate website. Kevin, an all-cash buyer, was relocating from Australia, and he was interested in Victorian style fixer-uppers. I got in touch with him and arranged to show him three properties during his visit.
Kevin stood at the reception desk, wearing a tailored pale green suit, leaning with his left elbow on the desk, phone to his ear with his right hand. Early 30s, 6' tall, dark blonde hair, rugged weathered face, bright blue eyes, and very muscular. He saw me coming and grinned, his wide melodious smile reached his eyes. When he hung up his phone, he straightened his suit coat, as if preparing for inspection.
{He's Handsome as hell. Like a cool drink on a hot day.}
I extended my hand, ready to shake it, but Kevin kissed the back of it instead, staring into my eyes, not breaking contact.
{Classy gentleman or just pretending?"}He took my hand and brought it to his lips.
{The pleasure is definitely mine.}
Kevin, with his strong Australian accent and "crocodile Dundee" appearance, was irresistible. My heart raced, and my stomach fluttered, emotions I rarely experienced outside the bedroom. This was unusual; to have these feelings on a first meeting.
"Kevin, I've got three properties for us to see. Whenever you're ready, we can start. We can do it all in one day or spread it out. I've cleared my schedule for you."
His scent drifting through the air, I inhaled the engaging aroma of a seductive cologne.
{Nice. It's nice.}
"We shall," he replied, sweeping his hand grandly.
"My rental is close by."We followed him to his rental car. "It's safer for our agents not to get into clients' vehicles. You can ride with me or follow," I said.Damn, that's nice. I smelled a very pleasant cologne.
"I'd love to take you out for a ride," he blurted, almost as if on purpose, and the tone had clear sexual connotations or was it just my imagination? With a click, I unlocked my Escalade's doors, turned on the engine, and Kevin got in the front seat.
I silenced the radio, then backed out of the parking lot.
"Kevin, what brings you all the way from the other side of the world?" I inquired.
"Here's the Reader's Digest version." He leaned toward me while seated.
"I'm a fourth-generation sheep rancher, I inherited the ranch, but I hated working in it. My dad never mentioned he was under pressure to sell. The day after he passed away, a lawyer contacted me with a proposal to sell. Disgusted with life in Australia and not wanting to spend my days on that dusty ranch, I did just that. Turns out, we were sitting on a goldmine! Last year, I was horseback riding, covered in red dust, sweating, and drinking beer like Toohey's or Victoria Bitter."
He chuckled at his own story.
"Thinking of moving to a new place, I researched the cost of living, and checked out the housing market here because the weather was similar. When I saw your picture, I knew this was the place I wanted to be, and I wanted to meet you."
I glanced at him, unsure if he was just a buyer or something more.
"So why a fixer-upper?"
"I can't just sit around and do nothing. I'm 28, too young to just sit in a rocking chair. I don't need more money, but I need something to keep me busy."
"Are you married?" I asked suddenly.
"No, and neither are you?"
"I was, for four years. We got divorced last year."
"Care to share why?"
"Money issues, infidelity, incompatibility, and just generally not fitting well together anymore." I looked at him, thinking of how scared I was.
"You're incredibly sexy." He turned to directly face me.
"I sought you specifically, it wasn't just because you had the top sales but for your sexuality. I started researching you before we even met."
Normally, such a comment could set off alarms, thinking he might be a stalker, predator, or rapist, but somehow, despite being wary, I felt at ease.
"What about you - why are you single? You're rich, handsome, and don't seem to have any physical issues." I looked directly at him.
"A few close calls. Yes, I am wealthy, and that attracts gold diggers. I've learned to keep my commitment issues hidden to deter them from pursuing serious relationships with me." He continued to explain himself.
"Once I present the prenup discussion, it cools their primitive urges and distracts them from considering any future."
We pulled up in front of a two-story home built in 1904.
"This is a 1904 banker's residence, owned solely by his family."
"Not my style," I quickly commented, "Let's move on."
As we drove through the neighborhood, Kevin appeared to be looking at me more often than the houses we passed. Glancing at him, I noticed his focus on my exposed thigh, covered in a dress that had now revealed my garter.
"You have stunning legs. Do you run?"
The excitement of his attention was unbelievable, but at the same time, I was nervous as we hadn't even gotten out of the car yet.
"No, I go to the gym three times a week and practice yoga."
But his flirtatious behavior continued upon inquiring about my preference for underwear.
"Sometimes panties." I glanced over at him, but he just seemed uninterested, a distraction indeed.
Being the recipient of an intimate discussion made me feel stirrings of arousal. His attractiveness, his body, the confidence he exuded - everything about him was alluring.
He then commented, "Your response won't affect the sale, but hopefully, your choice will help me decide on my plans for tonight."
We arrived at another 2 1/2 story with wrap-around veranda.
"It was built in 1887, with four bedrooms, three bathrooms, and a detached mother-in-law quarters or a pool house."
We entered the house, and Kevin accompanied me while I inspected. Time passed, and we left the building thirty minutes later.
"I'm up for something new. This 'fixer upper' business is right up my alley. I enjoy staying busy with little projects."
"So, let's check out this last deal. If it doesn't seem appealing, we'll move on."
Minutes go by, he glances at me, curious eyes piercing a bit too deeply for my comfort. He opens his mouth, and in a calm and matter-of-fact way, asks,
"Shaved or trimmed?" His tone is so straightforward, it feels slightly intrusive. But somehow, I find myself answering.
"I can understand your hesitation. For your information, I prefer it smooth."
His calmness unsettles me. It's eerily appropriate for the situation. I feel a tingle down below. He's stirring something inside of me.
"You're holding back. I get that you don't know me well yet... But you've been open to this conversation."
"Yes," he nods once more. There's something alluring to this flirtation.
"What other options do you have tonight? Being that you just got in and all..."
"I'm always prepared." His statement raises my brows.
"I could find someone to take to my hotel room. I could hire a prostitute. Or there's always porn and lube." He chuckles softly.
The thought of each option has me giggling to myself.
"You seem to be the first option." His concentrated gaze is matched only by the intensity of his voice.
Feeling vulnerable but aroused, I respond by smiling and staring straight ahead.
{Damned if I am his first option... Or am I? I'm not sure what exactly is going on here.}
"Are we out of town?" He glances out the window.
"Around a mile, 3 acres, two outbuildings. The owner passed recently, no surviving family, but the bank holds the title."
We approach the place, turning onto a gravel road.
"Favorite sex act?" He shifts his gaze from the window to me.
Again, a hesitation to respond. But the arousal I feel from this conversation keeps me going.
"Oral." I say it with a level of naughtiness I've never used before.
"Male or female?"
With a clinical expression, he asks his question.
I exit the car and walk up the front steps. Inside, we start by exploring the ground floor. The parlor, or large living room, is airy and clean. We shift our focus to the kitchen, a bit outdated but serviceable. As I lead him up the stairs, I can't help but feel his eyes on my ass.
He's checking the place out seriously.
"It's impressive." I know he means both the house and myself. He turns to me, our eyes meet for an awkward moment.
"I'll take it." He reaches for my hands, intertwines them behind his back.
This abrupt change in pace leaves me unable to resist. I don't feel able to stop him. I actually find this aggression arousing. {Maybe he is considering something inappropriate? Or is this just foreplay?}
He takes my hand, and where we'd been standing, he now stands facing me.
"Clean, smooth, waxed... Aren't you?" He's so close now, I feel his hot breath on my neck.
His breath sends shivers down my spine. I wasn't expecting a direct question about my instinctive reaction.
"I'm wearing panties."
"I'll bet." I know he's making inferences. The room swirls around me. His attempt at a kiss is thwarted by my quick head-turn, but my neck falls victim to his breath. He's close enough to whisper in my ear,
"You seem clean, smooth, waxed, don't you?" The effect is hypnotic.
He steps back and heads for the door, leaving me standing there with my heart pounding.
"What do you mean?"
"I like it. When I find something I like, I go for it." He grabs my hands and clasps them together behind his back. I'm not sure if his comment is about the house or me.
{Maybe it's both?}
"I'll take you."
He pulls my tied hands to his front.
{I've invited this. I'm not sure if this introduction was my idea or his.}
"How far are we from town?"
"About a mile."
"So, we have some privacy. I'm in."
"I'll buy it." He shifts to me, locks our fingers together.
{Does he want me or the house?}
"Would you like to see more?"
He takes my hand, walks me down the stairs, and opens the back door.
{He's leading me outside. Is he about to do something bad? Or just something very, very good?}
"I like it. When I find something I like, I go for it."
He steps towards me.
{My body reacts on its own... Am I moving toward him or away?}
"I'll take you." His lips trail lightly down my neck.
Leaning in to whisper against my neck, he pushes me against the wall. His tongue travels up towards my ear, his lips playfully tug at it, and he nibbles.
I remember him mentioning that stockings and garters were his weakness, but my weakness is having my earlobes played with.
A tingle runs through my nerve endings, my arms break out in goosebumps, and my loins tremble. Why can't I resist him? Am I under a strange Aussie voodoo spell?
A mystical energy takes over my rational mind, another presence taking control of my body and soul. It's introducing a split personality, a voice in my head urging me to surrender to him, giving up all authority.
His tongue slides down my neck, reaching the edge of my bra. I breathe out, my lust growing intensity, I'm as pliable as soft clay. I couldn't stop him even if I tried. My mind might say no, but my body seems to be insisting yes.
I crave his touch. I want to be fucked by this rugged Aussie.
He grabs the hem of my dress, pulling it over my hips and holding it between his hands and my waist. His audacity drives me wilder. Did that sound like a sigh, a moan, or a groan I can't tell.
My willing, I'm ready for him to have his way with me, little hesitation, no resistance. I can't recall ever wanting an orgasm more in this moment.
His breath warms my crotch, his teeth pull down my panties as he kneels before me.
I never thought I'd feel this sexy before, with so many of my senses heightened. I'm allowing a near stranger to seduce me. I'm all shivers and vibrations.
"I've found a moist, neat, and incredibly tantalizing vagina." He breathes in deeply, absorbing the tantalizing scent that my body is emitting.
"Such a stimulating smell," he whispers, his nose nestled between my folds. I step apart, my knees bending slightly, causing my hips to roll provocatively towards him in anticipation of a great oral orgasm. I sigh, my eyes closing as I moan softly. His nose moves along the length of my labia, pressing against my clitoris. I shake, unable to move my body like it's pinned down. His tongue darts out to taste me. I'm about to explode.
In my wildest dreams, I'd've never imagined I'd react this way to a stranger. I'm not usually someone easy to seduce. I pride myself on my control of my emotions. I'm quite picky about when I let someone "take me up," I usually prefer the traditional "wined and dined" courtship for weeks, flirting over several glasses of wine and a dinner, engaging in intellectual conversations, and maybe after three dates, if the vibe is right, the right time.
But this...this feels so realistic.
So different from normal, and that makes it extra erotic.
I surrender to the pleasure he's evoking in me. I'm like a runaway locomotive, ready to be shoved off a cliff into an infinite pit of absolute joy.
His tongue roams my slippery folds, carelessly sucking each side with an unusual precision. He's amazing in between my legs, and I can't move away, I'm glued to the wall.
The tingling in my nerve endings becomes intense, I release a loud gasp as a finger finds my G-spot and sniffs around it. He's gingerly sucking my clit like a goldfish in a feeding frenzy.
Then, he tries something else. His forefinger inserts itself inside of me. He blows my mind as his tongue sucks on my clit and his finger massages my backdoor.
As he's licking my clit, his finger slips past my sphincter, sending waves of electricity through my whole body. I'm trembling, spasming, a powerful orgasm electrifies my entire being. I cry out in joy.
When I finally regain control, Kevin is still planting sweet kisses. His lips are barely touching, nibbling, and I can't help but capture him with my hands in his hair, bending us so he's against the wall. I gaze deep into his eyes. My fingers swiftly unbutton his trousers and unfasten his belt, he's commando.
"Oh my..." I grip his large penis.
"Tomorrow, your plans include room service and a prenup discussion."
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