There are lots of perks to being a Real Estate Agent. I get to make my own schedule, I get invited to fun events by lenders trying to woo me into working with them, I can get free lunch almost any day during the week by attending broker open houses, I get to see some beautiful homes with stunning mountain views. I love my job, not just for these perks, but it enables me to do everything I want to do.
Sometimes, I preview homes for out of town clients. These are some of my favorite showings because I can go in and assess a property in a matter of minutes. I’m not emotionally involved like my clients, so I don’t have to spend fifteen minutes in each room, imagining where my beloved belongings would go. I look at the home with the eye of an agent, efficient and calculated, there’s an issue with this, they would like this, and that just won’t work for them. It takes about ten minutes and I’m done and on with my day.
A client wanted me to preview a home about fifteen minutes from her work, and I got a little excited. I booked the appointment for fifteen minutes after she was scheduled to get off so that I would be able to see her. I didn’t know what we would do, maybe go grab some lunch, maybe head over to her place. It didn’t really matter, I just wanted a hug and a kiss and the chance to get to talk to her for a bit.
Meet me at 164 Hawthorne Street at 1:15.
She didn’t even ask why, or where we were going, she just agreed. The whole thirty minute drive over, I rehearsed the plan in my head. The thoughts of what I was going to do to her swirled through my mind, snaking their way through my body and down to my aching cunt. I could already feel the dampness seeping into my panties when I pulled up the drive to find her car already there.
She smelled of cocoa butter and fresh laundry, and when I hugged her, I held her there for a moment, taking her in. The feel of her soft skin against mine, her hair against my cheek, the way her fingers gripped my waist. I let her go and went into professional mode, after all I was here to do a job. We toured the house, an awful dark beast with rooms that just didn’t make sense. It didn’t feel like a home and it certainly wouldn’t work for my clients. I’d already looked at the listing on the internet and knew it had one redeeming quality. I saved that part of the tour for last.
I ushered her out onto the expansive deck with my best sweeping gesture, a common tactic used by real estate agents to show how amazing a particular aspect of a home is. She giggled at me, rolled her big brown eyes and stepped out into the fall air. The mountains bloomed before us in rich colors of red and gold and green, falling from beneath our feet as if we were flying. We both stared in awe for a moment, silenced by the beauty laid out before us.
I moved behind her, my heart beating like a fluttering bird inside my ribcage as I rested my chin against her shoulder. My arms snaked their way around her tiny waist, up to her breasts, inconveniently covered by a padded push-up bra underneath her t-shirt. I swatted the offending layers playfully. Why must she wear something that blocks my fingertips from finding her nipples? I moved my hands to her shoulders and down the soft skin of her arms. I so enjoy stroking her, feeling her feminine softness beneath my fingers, watching her react subtly to my touch. Her head dropped back, goosebumps specked her skin, and she arched into me. I placed her hands on the railing before her.
Don’t move an inch.
She nodded slowly, a smile creeping to her lips as she stared out across the mountains. I pulled her leggings down, exposing her gorgeous pale bottom to the air, and grabbed her hips, making her take a step back from the railing. She was in the perfect position, slightly bent at the waist, her back arched, her perfectly unblemished cheeks presented to me.
She’s obediently stood completely still as she waited for me to make a move. She didn’t turn around to see the small flogger clutched in my hand. I know from experience that its narrow suede falls kiss the skin with stinging bites, leaving flecks of pink and red across a glowing canvas. I felt out of my element, taking the lead, causing pain that elicited pleasurable yips and made her pleasantly wiggle her booty with each swat I gave. I loved watching her dance, a much better view in my opinion than the brightly colored peaks. I found a rhythm, settling into the repetitive motion, hard then soft, hard then soft.
Once I had her squirming, I couldn’t wait another second. I had to get my hands on her. In two quick steps, I was by her side, arms around her again, the scent of her hair, her skin filling my senses. I reached between her legs to find that she was soaked, her thighs dampened. I slid my fingers inside her and she ground her hips against my hand. I pressed deeper, feeling her clamp down on me as I pushed my palm into her clit. It didn’t take long. She was so amped up, thighs shaking, fingers gripping the rail. She started muttering, needy unintelligible words, begging and whining, and when she came, her howl echoed from the mountain tops. We were all alone on top of the world and she could be as loud as she wanted.
She turned in my arms, her hungry eyes on mine, and took my fingers into her mouth, sucking her juices from my fingers before kissing me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close, giggling as she softly kissed me. In one motion, she yanked her pants up over her pink bottom and pushed me towards a deck chair. She pulled my leggings down to my knees and dove between my legs, her fingers finding my hole, her mouth on my clit.
I was reminded once more just how much I love my job.