Author's Note: This story was inspired by some fun conversations I had with my friend StrawberryAngel. I dedicate this story to her with my thanks.
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Robert Robinson locked up his home, got in his car and drove to meet the Real estate agent. It was hard to believe he was selling his home after living there for over 20 years, but with Kate gone, it just wasn't his home anymore.
As he sped down the Expressway, Robert thought about his late wife. He missed her, missed her with an ache that he hadn't thought possible. They'd had a great 23 years together, raised 2 wonderful children, now both in University. This was supposed to have been their time together, to enjoy their alone time and be wild and crazy again.
Kate had adored her "Bear" as she called him. She'd begun calling him that when she was 16 and they first started dating. It was because his late mother, who was French, always pronounced his name "Row-Bear." Being burly and 6'5" tall, the nickname had stuck.
He'd had the good sense to marry Kate while they were still in college. When they graduated, both got great jobs and bought the house. Kate had furnished it with her exquisite sense of taste and style and made it into a home for the two of them, with Emily and Jonathan coming along in short order.
Kate was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Wild, crazy, a free spirit. Their sex life had been wonderful from the first time they'd made love until the last. There was little that Kate would not try. She loved giving him head, her brown eyes would look up at him as she sucked his big cock and it nearly made him cum every time. After a few tries, she'd learned to love it Greek style, taking his big dick up her tight little ass a few times a week. She'd shared him with her best friend Emily [ their daughter was named for her ] on his 30th birthday. She had come to his office, dressed in the trench coat, wearing a leather corset, stockings and heels underneath. Kate had locked the door so his secretary wouldn't come in unexpectedly, but said with a grin "If she does happen to come in, I might just have to have her join us."
Beautiful, tempestuous auburn-haired Kate had been the love of his life. When she got cancer last year, it had shattered their world. She'd fought valiantly, with her "Bear" and kids by her side, but it was too late. She was gone and it seemed she had taken Robert's heart with her.
Friends and relatives tried to pick up his spirits. He had a few arranged dates, but they paled in comparison to Kate. No one seemed to have her fire, her zeal and zest for life. The kids called frequently, but Robert felt alone in the big home.
So, he was selling it and moving to a new Condo, taking some of the furnishings, selling others. He was meeting with the Agent to discuss final details. Barbara Hall had sounded pleasant over the phone, he didn't expect this to have any obstacles.
He pulled his Beemer into the parking lot, got out of the car and walked towards her office. He was met by her and ....
Robert caught his breath. She was adorable, scrumptious, gorgeous. He felt his heart beating like it hadn't in a long while. Barbara Hall was a tiny, Strawberry-Blonde, sweet little pixie. She had a light smattering of freckles across her face, her hair was neat and styled. She wore faint traces of makeup, but didn't need much. She couldn't have been much more than 5'4" tall, even in the high heels she wore.
She had great legs, beautifully shaped, that tapered into perfect calves. She had on a cream-colored blouse and he could make out a lacy bra underneath. Barbara was also wearing a decadently short black mini. This girl, he thought to himself, is a hottie.
"Like what you see?"
Robert blushed and stammered. "I'm sorry, that was rude. You're a very attractive young woman."
She held out her hand and took his. "It's okay, I'm used to it. Barbara Hall, but everyone calls me Barbii – with two `I's', okay?" She had the sexiest voice, young, but husky and vibrant. Her eyes met his, they were a light blue and piercing. She was sheer perfection.
They went into her office and signed the papers on his new Condo, while she went over how she planned to market his old place. Barbii was very professional and sure of herself, which impressed him very much.
"You're very confident for such a young woman!" he told her, paying her a sincere compliment.
She leaned back in her chair, crossing her lovely legs. "I'm 25 and started doing this out of school to help my folks out. I found something I was good at and I kept with it."
"Well, I am grateful. Your hard work will save me a lot of time and money, thank you."
She smiled at Robert, showing a row of dazzling white teeth. "Buy a girl a drink to say thanks, then?"
Astonished at himself, Robert agreed. She accompanied him to his Beemer and got in. He got a look at her breasts as she sat down, round and perfectly shaped. Damn!, he thought to himself, she is one sexy little honey!
Barbii gave him directions on how to get to a nearby Cocktail Lounge. He liked it at once, it was small and intimate, with light jazz playing in the background. They could sit and talk and he found himself liking her more. When she talked to him, she made a point of reaching out and touching his hand or arm.
The place was full of people, but Robert found himself lost in her beautiful blue eyes. They were so expressive and full of life. He wanted to get to know her better and told her so.
"Tell you what ... " she said, leaning in and giving him a nice view of her cleavage "How about when you settle in to that new Condo of yours, I come over and pay you a visit?"
Robert smiled at her and said "I'd like that, very much."
He drove Barbii back to her car and they parted. She gave him a perfunctory peck on the cheek and said goodnight. He watched her drive off and he was still smiling. It had been a nice evening, one of the nicest in a long, long time.
The next few days went by in a blur of activity. He had taken a week off work and handled all moving of his furnishings, the disposal of the rest and the setting up of his new place. He was just pouring himself a cup of coffee one evening when he heard the doorbell ring.
He used the peephole, looked out and opened the door. Barbii stood there, in a long coat, with her face beaming.
"Hiya!" she said, kissing him on the cheek again. "I figured I'd give you a couple of days to settle in." She looked around the place, taking it all in, the rich leather of the furniture, the lighting and the artwork that hung on the walls. "This place is fabulous."
"Thanks!" he said to her. "Oh, I'm being rude. Can I take your coat and get you a drink?"
Barbii declined the offer to take her coat, which puzzled Robert, but she accepted his offer of a drink, joining him in a cup of coffee. Once again, the pair found themselves in easy banter.
