I followed Cici back to her shop. She dropped off her car, and climbed in to the passenger seat of the Mustang. Rental, but a nice one; rag top, which was down. Perfect day for a drive... The valley had not yet warmed up to full heat, and the wind was down. Maybe low 70's, and crystal clear skies. Cici slipped on some fashionably oversized sunglasses, smiled brightly, and inquired about our upcoming adventure. Sunday's are 'open house' days. The real estate market in the bay area was insane... combination of restrictions on development and 'funny money' going toward outrageous salaries in the area tech businesses resulted in a regional bubble, and only the lucky/wealthy could afford something decent. Good news was I was interested in the areas north/east of the city, and the feeding frenzy hadn't quite distorted the market to the extent it had in other areas. Cici was very bright, if not formally educated, had familiarized herself with the local market, and had all kinds of questions, as well as a few insights.
"Well," I explained, "I just sold my house and made a little off it. That, plus a recent significant bonus, have put a few properties in play. I've got maybe 1.2M to play with, but I thought it'd be fun to see how the other half live, so I picked out three serious contenders, and one or two way out of range. But it'd be nice to see whats out there, and what I'm really getting for my money." As we drove along, Cici was full of questions... what were my priorities... entertaining? schools? location? commute? privacy? On and on... It was actually kind of fun having her along, to help me sort out my thoughts.
I brought Cici along because I enjoyed her company, but also, perhaps significantly, because she was a true head-turner. 5 foot 9, maybe 135 pounds. Long neck, piercing eyes, gorgeous smile; shoulder length hair that she kept wrestling in the wind of the convertible. Chinese, with striking facial features and a body that can only be described as extraordinary: long, toned legs, flat belly, full D-cup breasts, and athletic shoulders. She was still wearing the jeans miniskirt, jeans jacket and body suit she's worn to my office that morning. She turned me on, and she knew it.. but her conservative nature always seemed to get the best of her. As we drove along, she took my hand, pulled it to her thigh, and - seemingly absently mindedly, stroked it with her fingers. The effect was pretty powerful, and distracting.
So, middle-aged guy shows up at an open house with a stunning Chinese woman at his side. One wonders what the on-duty agents thought, but their body language betrayed them. Cici noticed, but her self-awareness was way better, and she presented herself with the grace of a princess. I was not so kind, and acted out one occasion. After being greeted, and having observed the condescending look, I responded to the agent "Sorry, I think you're confused. Cici here is your client. She's relocated recently from overseas, and her government is buying the house for her. I'm with the State Department, here to help her with any translation issues."
I know. I shouldn't have. But it was pretty funny. Dickhead agent spent the next 20 minutes trying to suck my dick and kiss her feet at the same time. When we got to the car, Cici turned to me, laughed, kissed me deeply, and suggested I mind my manners... she was well attuned to and understanding of local prejudices. She didn't like them, understood what she'd be dealing with in accepting my offer for this day, and was well capable of fighting her own fights. Then, she took my hand and placed it on her breast, and kissed me again. "That doesn't mean, however, that what you just did was both noble and a total turnon. Lets go to the next house."
The next two properties were just OK. Great neighborhoods, great schools, but otherwise unremarkable and un-updated 'craftsman' homes, asking 900K. Fucking ridiculous, and I didn't need schools of any sort. Given her current living conditions, Cici thought them relative palaces. I pointed out soil and structural concerns, problems with foundations and property lines, smiled at the agents, and moved along. The next property was more interesting: It backed up to a regional park, with access to the associated mountain trails. It was in an unincorporated area of town so, limited services and corresponding drop in prices. Cici took charge, leading us through the house, and downstairs to the master bedroom, with its expansive view of the mountains to the west. "You could grow grapes on this back slope, she said, "and this is very private. You could make love on any of the balconies on the back side and no one would ever see. I like it." With that, she turned and wrapped her arms around me, pulling her hips into mine. She whispered in my ear "I think I'd like to fuck you here." With that, she started nibbling on my ear and neck, pressing her hips further into me as she felt my hardon grow. The spell was broken as another couple descended the stairs and entered the room. We broke contact, turned, smiled, and went on our way.
Two houses left. The next was one of the original, historic properties in the area. Close to downtown, but outside earshot of the highway. 10-foot adobe walls surrounded the entire property, interrupted only by the garage entrance. The place itself was very nice... Spanish colonial ranch; sprawling L-shaped structure with courtyards, gardens, a citrus orchard, and a small pool - not nearly big enough for lap swimming, but perfect for poolside tanning and a quick dip to cool off before dinner. French doors in every room opening to the formal back yard; combinations of slate and terrazzo flooring, thick adobe walls, updated kitchen. Cici fell in love with it. I think she was very serious when she said she and 'the girls' would move in to keep me company. I gave this serious consideration... the house was way bigger than I needed, and would be a maintenance headache, but... given the right company? Possibilities. However, it was not without its flaws... maintenance issues aside, there were limited bathrooms, and clearly one would need to spend considerable time on its upkeep. I did like the L-shape though: Kitchen, butlers pantry, dining and great-room formed one side of the "L." the other part was four bedrooms, all with views of the formal gardens outside. Cici shrieked with delight when she saw the orchard from the great room. "Look at all the fruit!! It is ready to be picked!" She paused, looked at me, then the agent and asked: "May I? It'll just go to waste otherwise..." The agent, somewhat bemused, smiled and nodded. Cici cheered, and without thinking, peeled off her jacket and handed it to me before heading out the door. The thin material of the halter was inadequate to the task of hiding her hardened nipples... a sight not unnoticed by either me or the agent. She turned, treating us to a view of her firm, muscular back and tight, pale brown skin... just a hint of a fading bikini line across mid-back. I followed, keeping distance, and watched her. Her joy of this simple pleasure was a wonder to behold. As she ducked and stretched to reach for the various fruits, her breasts strained against the body suit, at times almost falling out the sides of it. When she'd reach for one a bit higher, her skirt would ride up, providing a view of just a hint of the underside of her butt; she seemed oblivious to the erotic dance she was providing... Finally, her arms full, she turned to me, grinning from ear to ear. "I cannot wait to taste... I just love fresh things!" With that, she ran off to the car, arms full of her new found treasure, and stowed them away. She returned to me, and gave me a tight hug and kiss on my neck, whispering "Thank you thank you for this... I'm having so much fun!" Then, biting my ear lobe, whispered... "you have no idea how wet I am right now... I'm so happy I shaved your cock this morning... I can't wait to feel it inside me." With that, she licked the sensitive ridge of my ear, discretely pressed her hand against my growing hardon, then took her jacket back. Before we left, she excused herself to use the restroom. When she returned, she approached me and asked if I'd mind carrying something for her until we reached the car. Without waiting for a response, she slipped it into my hand, turned, and headed out. I looked down. It was her bodysuit, and the bottom of it was quite damp.
So, Cici, waiting at the car. Jacket, mini skirt, and no bodysuit. No underwear. A single button fastened in the middle of the jacket was all that kept her from a charge of public indecency. As I reached to open the door for her, she intercepted my hand, took it in hers, and kissed it. "You've treated me like a princess all day... so now I treat you like a prince..." With that, she smiled, slipped my hand inside her jacket to feel her warm breast and hard nipple, kissed me, and we were on our way.
Our last stop was the 'fantasy house,' listed for 5M. Halfway back up the mountain to the city, well off the beaten track, and it was amazing. The driveway was easily fifty meters long, snaking up a steep embankment to a four-car garage. The property was completely isolated... really the only build-able lot in the immediate area. Because of the geography, one had no sense of the look of the house... there simply was no view of it from the surrounding community. There was a path leading from the eastern side of the garage toward the front door. Entering, we were met by the agent. Very different type than one met during viewing of the 'commoners' 1M properties in the valley below. She was engaged, formal, scrupulous. In this case, being middle aged with a hot Chinese woman at my side, was now almost expected. Go figure. I satisfied her initial screening and she left us to our devices. We wandered out from the chef's kitchen to the patio, with views for 50 miles to the east. "This is better," Cici said, "You can enjoy sunsets better with this exposure." I curled my hand around her hip, and pulled her to me. She yielded, molding to my side. She slid her hand down my chest to my crotch, and felt the hardness of my cock underneath. "Poor Steve," she said... "You've been so horny all day. You need sex." No shit.
With that, she laughed to herself, and said "Give me five minutes," and was off on her new self-imposed mission.
Five minutes alone with this view. Must be nice to have 5M, I thought. The winds were settling down with the setting sun, and the dust of the valley settling down, revealing a spectacular view of the mountains in the distance. The patio was amazing. Full kitchen, wet bar, fridge, fire pit. I loved this place... to bad - some fantasies were out of reach. My mind drifted to Cici, and to Poppy. What the hell was I going to do with Poppy... or for that matter - Cici? I was still in legal limbo with my wife, had to deal with a grumpy client, now trying to buy a house... a little simplification was in order. In my life, I'd never been a 'player,' and was somewhat mystified that, now pushing 50, women 25 years my junior were finding me desirable. I was certain that responding to their attraction was not in anyone's best long term interests. My phone buzzed. Text from Cici: "Find me." Fuck. Here we go again.