Mike Davis requested a transfer with his company. His divorce was final last month and he wanted to get out of town. His ex-wife was getting remarried next weekend and Mike didnât want to be anywhere around. He would be two hours from his girls but he would see them on a regular basis. It was Saturday morning and Mike was meeting a man from the real estate office to look at houses.
He drove to the office and hadnât been there five minutes when a hot little blonde drove up. Mike got out and said hello and asked her if she knew where he could find Casey Adams.
âIâm Casey.â The perky little blonde said.
âCasey Adams? I was expecting a man. The secretary didnât say anything about you being a lady. She just told me to meet Casey here at 9:00 oâclock.â Mike said surprised but pleased.
âAnd Casey Adams is her to meet you.â She said striking a welcoming pose. âBut seriously, Mr. Davis, if you would prefer a man to handle you I can make a call or two and get someone down here right away.â
âNo, I have no problems with you handling me at all.â Mike said.
He knew her wording wasnât meant to be a come on but what the hell, he might have more fun house hunting than he thought. They jumped in her car and headed out. Casey was wearing a white silk blouse under a soft pink business suit. Her lipstick was hot pink and fit the look well. Her legs were bare, this tanned beauty didnât need pantyhose. She had on pink high heels. Mike couldnât help wonder what she had on under that skirt. Her eyes were a piercing blue.
She questioned him about his reasons for needing a house, what price range he was looking for and other related topics. When Mike told her about being divorced and his ex getting remarried she put her hand on his arm and sincerely expressed her regrets at his sadness. Mike thought she left her hand there a little too long, he didnât mind.
They were soon entering the first house on her list. She showed him the living room, kitchen, guest room and bath. They got to the master bedroom. He tried to direct everything he said innocently toward having sex. Almost as if Casey wasnât there. Mike talked about where the bed would go, how the view out the window would be nice to wake up to. He got as close to Casey as he could every chance he could. He would brush against her passing her in doorways. He looked over her shoulder when she was describing things, etc. He checked out the bathroom. He talked about the shower and how this one might be crowded for two. He asked her to stand in it with him to see. It was cramped, she agreed laughing. He leaned over as if one of them had dropped the soap. He pressed against her and she once again agreed, it was small. They left this house, Casey was a little flushed. Mike opened her car door for her and they were headed to the next house.
Mike put her through this same routine in each house finding some reason to get next to her, not always the shower bit, that would be too obvious. In one house he stood behind her staring out the back picture window talking about the view and how nice it was. Casey didnât seem in a hurry to get away from him. When she did step away from the window her ass brushed against Mikeâs crotch. Her ass was the hardest thing Mike had felt in his pants in a long time. He had come to grips with the fact that his wife was gone but he hadnât had any interest in starting up with anyone else so he hadnât been on the dating scene.
The next house was a two story that looked out over the city lake and golf course. Casey showed him the first floor and then headed to the stairs. As she walked up in from of Mike his eyes locked on the gentle swaying of her pink clad ass. And whether she did it on purpose or not, she tripped on a step and fell backwards. Mike caught her by the waist, his hands sliding dangerously close to the sides of her breasts. There was no bra here.
âOh baby, are you ok? That could have been a nasty fall Casey.â Mike said.
She turned her head with a gasp. Her head landed on his shoulder. Her eyes looking into his. Her mouth inches from his own. He pushed her up and she straightened herself, said she was sorry and thanked him for catching her and headed up.
They looked through the bedrooms and baths. The master bedroom looked out over a beautiful site. The lake and the greens and trees made a picture postcard scene. As Casey started to enter the master bath Mike took hold of her waist and held her there in the doorway.
âMr. Davis, whatâŠ?â She didnât complete her question.
Mike pulled her back against him, his swelling cock pressed firmly between the hard cheeks of her sweet young ass. He put his mouth close to her cheek and began to breathe hotly in her ear. He felt her wiggle her ass ever so slightly against him. He started pulling her blouse out of her skirt, soon his fingertips touched her hot naked belly. Her stomach quivered at his touch, she sucked in hard, her skin bounced against his hands.
âMr. Davis, please, I really want to sell you a house but you shouldnât do this.â She sighed.
âCasey, youâre so beautiful and you smell so sweet, good enough to eat.â He said.
âTo eat?â Her sigh was deeper and hotter.
His hands were working their way up her ribs, his fingers touched the firm flesh of the bottoms of her breasts, his thumbs gently massaging the sides of the gorgeous globes. One by one his fingers climbed the full round mounds making their way up her titties. Her breasts turned to goose flesh at his touch, breaking out in little bumps all over. She pressed her hands on either side of the doorway and pushed back against him. He buried his teeth into the soft flesh on the back of her neck and began to gently massage her.
âNoâŠMr. DavisâŠstopâŠpleaaaa.â She moaned.
As Mikeâs fingers touched her hardening nipples she gasped out loud and her head fell back against his chest. Her hot mouth was half open, her gorgeous eyes merely hot steamy slits. She arched her back like a hunterâs bow pushing her ass hard into Mikeâs growing cock, she was writhing against him, massaging his dick with her butt.
âMr. DavisâŠMikeâŠstopâŠplease stop.â She moaned between hot sighs. âItâs been so long, I donât think I can resist, please donât, Iâm a married woman.â
âWell, Casey, if youâre a married woman, why has it been so long since you were screwed?â He asked.
âWhaaat?â She asked getting hotter with each circling motion of her round little ass.
âDoesnât your husband take care of you? Doesnât he make love to you? Doesnât he touch you like this?â Mike asked.
âWell,âŠweâŠarenât getting along too wellâŠand heâŠohhhh, Mr. Davis please donât.â She moaned.
Mike was kissing the back of her neck, his hands now working on her breasts with a fevered pitch. He had her blouse unbuttoned and he could see her awesome tanned breasts in the bathroom mirror. Her nipples were hard as rocks, he was rolling them in his fingers and pinching and pulling on them. They were light brown and standing out to greet the world. He couldnât wait to taste them. His cock was fully swollen and he was running it up and down the crack of Caseyâs hot burning ass.
Mike dropped to the floor behind her. His hands took her hard calves, his face was staring at her sensual rotating ass. As his fingers rose up her legs she slid her high heels slightly to the sides and began moaning, she dropped her head down to her chest, staring at her aroused nipples, awaiting Mikeâs next move. His hands were on the backs of her curvaceous thighs lifting her pink skirt. He could smell her sweat mixed with her perfume, Casey was getting hot and there was no stopping now. When his thumbs touched her bare ass she let out a groan that sounded more like an animal stalking itâs prey than a woman resisting his advances. Once again her flesh was covered with goose bumps from her thighs to her firm tight ass.
Mikeâs thumbs continued up her crack pushing her skirt up revealing her white thong. Mike gently parted her cheeks and pressed his mouth to her silk draped asshole. Casey let out a sharp short cry and began wiggling her butt crazily.
âOh gaaah, Mr. Davis, please stop please!â She was sighing almost incoherently.