The Real Estate Connection

Stevie sighed as she snuggled in under my arm. I looked down to see a small contented smile on her face. She looked so peaceful curled on the couch, feet drawn up under her, lying across my lap. It felt very natural and very comfortable. With a jolt I realised that I was starting to get used to being around people. So much for the big loner thing. It shook me for a moment but it took me seconds to figure that maybe this is what I needed. After all maybe this is what a normal life is supposed to be like, sitting with good friends wrapped in nothing but towels and enjoying quiet togetherness.

Having no real frame of reference as to what a "normal life" was made this one huge learning curve and I was starting at the very bottom. I had a lifetime of opinions, experiences, and values to reset or relearn and what better place to start than with good friends and a potential great partner.

Looking over at Matt and Becky cuddled up on the other couch I caught Matt's eye and smiled. They looked so content… not a care in the world. It was as if the events of today had never happened. The smile faded from my face.

"Guys, we have to talk about what happened today." This drew a theatrical groan from Stevie as she pulled herself upright on the couch next to me.

"Look, I don't want to piss on the party but we have to talk about this. I don't know all the details behind what went down today but I'm worried. I've been here for less than a week and all of a sudden there isn't just me to worry about any more. I have you to consider and frankly that is a pretty scary proposition. These guys were loaded for bear and from the looks of them and what I

do

know they were pretty professional."

"They got caught. That doesn't sound professional to me." This from Matt. At least I had their full attention now. I shook my head, regretting the one too many Scotches I had downed earlier. Stevie stood as if reading my mind.

"Hold on honey and I'll put some coffee on." Her voice was full of concern which again shook me. The feelings that were sweeping through me were confusing to say the least. For the last 8 years I had been as self sufficient as a man in my profession could possibly be. Sure, in any combat team you have to rely on the man next to you but I had been exceptionally good at separating my work from my private life. My down time had been spent in solitary pursuit of whatever interested me at the time. On the rare occasions I had chosen to socialise with my team mates it had always been a strained affair. We functioned well as a team because they respected my ability and leadership, not because they liked me. I could get the job done with a minimum of risk, and in our business that was a precious ability.

I was still doing my introspective navel gazing when Stevie came back into the room with the coffee pot, cups, and the trimmings balanced on a tray the salesman had thrown in when I bought my kitchenware. She had made a detour to the bedroom and was now, for want of a better word, dressed in an old denim shirt of mine. I have to say it looked better on her than it ever did on me.

Matt was sitting watching me, a look of concern on his face. Jesus… they must think I'm losing it. I waited until we were all sipping on hot fresh coffee before speaking.

"Matt you're right. They did get caught. That doesn't mean they aren't pro's. I've known their kind for years on both sides of the equation. They got caught because I'm a bit paranoid by nature and because I have pretty damned good instincts. Luck, paranoia, ability and instinct kept me alive for 8 years when a lot of guys around me died. Underestimating these people just because they got caught is wrong, dangerous and stupid." Maybe I laid it on a bit thick but I needed to get the seriousness of the situation through to them. I carried on.

"I made a hell of a lot of enemies down there in the last 8 years. I cost them a lot of money… millions in wrecked labs, shipments burned, planes and boats destroyed… I had a free reign and hit them whenever and wherever I could."

"These folks have long memories and fat wallets. I always knew that there could be repercussions when I left mercenary work, but I was always convinced that I would only have to worry about me. You people have gone and changed that dynamic quite drastically. I came here to melt into the background and be as anonymous as I could, to catch up on some of the luxuries of life that up 'til now have only been pictures in books or topics of conversation. That's all changed now."

"Are you saying you don't want us here?" I turned and was shocked at the expression on Stevie's lovely face. She looked scared, angry and shocked.

I sighed. "I don't know what I want at the moment baby. I need to find out what is happening first so that I know what I am up against. I need to know what the threat is before I can figure out how to react to it and protect you all."

"Craig, I can only speak for myself, but I'm damned sure I'm not going to abandon a friend in his time of need. Shit that sounded pompous. Look man I hardly know you but I'm pretty sure that if the tables were turned and it was us in trouble, you wouldn't leave us in the lurch. What makes you think that we would leave you to it?" Matt looked at me with a bemused look on his face. Becky was nodding her lovely head at his side.

"As usual, my man is long winded but correct. Besides, there is definitely strength in numbers isn't there?" Matt grinned and pulled her close.

I turned to Stevie. Her eyes searched my face for some sign of encouragement. I sighed and pulled her into a hug. I could see that this was a battle I wasn't going to win.

"Okay. You win… but we play this my way. Everyone needs to take some extra care until we find out exactly what's going on here. I'm going to pay a visit to Langley tomorrow. If the CIA had me red flagged then I want to find out why and what they know. In the mean time I think it would be better if everyone set up camp here. From what I've seen of the place so far it is going to be pretty easy to defend if it becomes necessary. Plus Becky's safety in numbers argument holds a bit of weight."

Stevie's grin was a thing of beauty. With a bounce and a whoop she was perched in my lap busy plastering my face with happy kisses. This lady didn't know how to do things by halves.

"Well I'm tired guys. Hope you don't mind if I grab my man and retire for the night. You kids play nice now and remember to lock up before you go up to bed."

This drew a thunderous laugh from Matt while Becky burst into a fit of giggles before putting on a mock severe look and speaking.

"Craig I think you are well and truly snared. This might be your last chance to escape intact. Take my advice and run… run while you can."

I laughed as Stevie dragged me to my feet. "I think I'll take my chances. Good night you two."

Their goodnights followed me as I trailed upstairs behind Stevie. I stayed a couple of stairs below her to take advantage of the magnificent view she was providing. When she had put my shirt on she had obviously neglected to replace her panties which were still lying out on the deck next to the hot tub. I briefly wondered if she realised what an incredible show she was putting on before she removed all doubt.

"Like what you see baby?" she murmured. "Do you like that ass honey?"

I felt it was about time I got a bit of control back.

"In about 30 seconds I'm going to be burying my tongue in that ass lover." I growled as I took two quick steps and swept her up and over my shoulder. She squealed as I ran up the remaining stairs and into the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind me. Laughing I dumped her unceremoniously on the bed and gazed down at her.

She lay with her hair fanned out around her head on the pillow. Her arms were up above her head and the shirt had rucked up around her lovely slim hips. Licking her lips sensuously she slowly spread her long legs.

"Put your money where your mouth is big guy." She purred. Her eyes were hooded, her cheeks flushed and her lips full and moist. I could honestly say I had never seen a sexier sight. Without a word I bent and grabbed her by the ankles. With a heave I dragged her over so her ass was resting on the edge of the bed. Still holding her ankles and looking deep into her eyes I dropped to my knees between her thighs. My hands slipped down her firm calves until I was holding her behind her knees. Firmly I pushed up, out and back, spreading her wide and rolling and raising her hips up off the bed.

Maintaining eye contact I slowly lowered my head until my lips gently grazed the inside of her thigh near her ass. My tongue slid out and slowly swept upwards toward her knee pulling a small moan from her beautiful lips. Slowly I trailed my tongue back toward her pussy, then just when I was about to touch her moist lips I switched legs and trailed upwards again. I could feel her heat and smell her clean fresh scent as she moaned and wriggled as my tongue found a sensitive spot behind her knee. I let my tongue play there for a while before sucking the soft flesh of her leg into my mouth and laving it with my tongue. Her arms whipped forward and her fingers wound their way through my hair insistently pulling my lips toward her wet pussy. Being the gentleman that I am, who was I to refuse her. With a sudden lunge my tongue was buried in her soaked hole, my nose pressed against her clit.

"AAAARRRGGGGHHH!" Her scream was guttural and loud enough to let Matt and Becky know exactly what was going on behind our closed door. Her hips started a rhythmic thrusting on my searching tongue as her hands left my hair and grabbed her own knees, spreading and opening herself even further. This freed my hands up for more enterprising tasks, and I immediately set them to work. As I lapped at her pussy my left hand slid up her flat firm stomach and over her hard nippled breast.

My right hand moved down and momentarily cupped her hard butt. I loved the way her skin felt, hot and smooth with a sheen of moisture. I slid my thumb up, sliding it between her butt cheeks, over her puckered asshole and into her wet cunt alongside my probing tongue. Stevie moaned as she felt the invasion then whimpered as I swirled it around getting it as wet as I could.

"Oh fuck baby… God I want you!" Her breath was coming in ragged gasps and stringing words together was becoming a major mission for her. I shifted the angle of my attack and slipped my tongue out of her pussy and started sucking on her engorged lips, my nose still sliding back and forth across her swollen clit. My thumb was now wet enough. Without further ado I slid it out of her and moved it slowly downwards.

Stevie immediately figured out where it was headed.

"Yesssssss!" It was a long drawn out hiss that told me exactly what she wanted… and where she wanted it. My thumb arrived at her asshole and slid back and forth over the puckered tight ring, exerting a little more pressure at every pass.

"Oh fuck yes!" Her moan was louder and her hips were bucking against my lips and tongue. My face was slick with her hot juice which was now freely flowing, trickling down the crack of her ass and adding to the lubrication I was spreading around her tight ring. From my position I watched as her stomach muscles started to flutter with tiny spasms as small orgasms started to jolt her. It was time.

My lips clamped down on her engorged clit sucking it and the surrounding flesh as far into my mouth as I could, while my tongue went to work lashing the firm little bundle of nerves. Simultaneously my thumb pressed steadily inwards against the rubbery resistance of her tight sphincter. With a minimum of opposition my thumb popped past the muscle and slid deeply into her hot tight depths.

Stevie froze for a heartbeat… then… she went ballistic. Her whole body flexed, legs flying out straight and as rigid as boards. Her body arched as her heels dug into the mattress. Her fingers were suddenly wound through my hair again as my face was mashed against her spasming pussy. A massive orgasm ripped through her with a violence which would have been shocking if I hadn't been expecting it. Her tight asshole clamped down on my invading thumb as she slid deeper into the most spectacular climax I had ever witnessed. Stevie's juices were free flowing, soaking my lips and chin, as her body contracted in spastic jerks, an explosive grunt accompanying every contraction.

It was getting hard to breathe. My mouth and nose were completely enveloped in her crotch. Just as it was getting to the stage when oxygen was a must have, she gave a small strangled scream and slowly sank back onto the sheets gasping. I could breathe and did so, sucking as much air into my lungs as I could before collapsing onto the bed beside Stevie.

I rolled over and pulled her into my arms, holding her as she panted, trying to get her breath back.

"My God! I'll have what she's having!" My head whipped round, automatically tracking the source of the voice. Becky's voice. She was leaning against the door jamb with Matt firmly pressed up behind her. His hands were cupping her gorgeous naked breasts, her bra creating an attractive green lacy pool at her feet. Her right hand was busy between her thighs, thrust down the front of her G-String. Her eyes were hooded with lust whereas Matt's were filled with amusement and something else as he scanned Stevie's body. Obviously I hadn't closed the door properly.

"Jesus you two!" Stevie gasped, "Is there no privacy here in my own home?"

"

Your

home?

"

Matt burst into laughter which almost instantly took the heat out of a very promising erotic situation. I joined him.

"Your house eh? So what did I sign in your office?"

"Oh don't worry baby, you can stay here. I'll need a cabana boy."

"I have a Cabana?" I really was going to have to fully explore my property.

The whole situation was very strange but not uncomfortable. Here we were, four attractive naked, or near naked adults, throwing jokes back and forth as if nothing was amiss. It was a lifetime away from what I was used to and for a moment I wondered if it was all real. Stevie's hand sliding over my thigh and grabbing my semi hard cock dispelled all doubts. Something that felt that good could not be a dream.

"Matt… take that lady and be gone from our presence. Pressing matters are rising that need my full attention." She punctuated her statement with long slow strokes of my rapidly hardening cock. "See you in the morning."

"C'mon stud… let's leave them alone. I have some matters of my own that need attending to.' Becky blew us a kiss as she withdrew her hand from her panties and dragged Matt out of the room and down the hall. The door closed after them with an audible click.

"Baby we stink of chlorine. Come and scrub me lover." Flipping me a wicked grin she stretched languorously, rolled over, grabbed my hand and dragged me after her into the bathroom. I sat on the bathroom counter as she bustled around organising towels and getting the water temperature just right. As I watched her I realised that she was indeed acting like it was her house… and on reflection, I didn't mind one bit. She looked comfortable and that in turn had put me at ease. It hit me that it was this easy familiarity that all three of my new friends were exhibiting that was making it easy for me to slip into my new situation with a minimum of fuss and stress.

The shower was a relaxed affair. Both of us were tired from the activities and events of the past couple of days and the process of washing each other was performed more with cleanliness in mind than as a precursor to another bout of mattress wrestling. There was a lot of kissing and exploring along with quiet murmured conversation as we soaked and scrubbed the grime and cares away. Soon enough the hot water started to run out, our signal that it was time for bed. We dried each other in a warm companionable silence then hand in hand we headed into the bedroom. Despite the earlier sexual frenzy we both knew that tonight was for sleep.

I climbed in and Stevie slid in after me. After years of sleeping on jungle floors and narrow army cots I didn't actually have a "side" as such but the way Stevie arranged her long smooth limbs around my body told me how I'd like to sleep from now on. It just felt right. Soft kisses and caresses were exchanged as we drifted softly into sleep.

The next day dawned warm, clear and sunny. That, in itself, would have been enough to send any mortal man into raptures. I had an extra reason to thank god for the new day.

I awoke to find Stevie crouched over my cock, hands on my chest for support, riding my morning hard on. The rising sun was behind her throwing her into silhouette, but I could see enough to tell she was enjoying herself. Her eyes were closed, lips pursed in an "O" of delight as her tight, hot, wet, pussy slid slowly up and down my hardness.

Stupidly my first thought was, "How the hell did she manage to sneak up on me like that?" Then all rational thought was driven from my mind as Stevie started to swivel her hips on every down stroke. The feeling was indescribable. Suffice to say I'd never felt anything like it before. Stevie appeared completely unaware that I was awake... until she moaned and spoke.

"Are you going to lie there and let me do all the work baby… or are you going to roll me over and fuck me hard." she managed to get out in between gasps. Reaching up to grip her hips I answered her.

"I'm going to let you do

most

of the work." I growled as I hauled her down hard on my cock, burying myself as far as I could in her hot, velvet depths. Her firm hard nippled breasts bounced beautifully as she paused and ground her pussy against my pubic bone before slowly rising up onto her haunches then slamming herself back down onto my erection.

I released her hips and moved my hands up over her hot flanks and around to her heaving breast. Softly I trailed my fingertips over the underside of the lovely orbs and her ribcage, content for the moment just to watch her ride. Her eyes opened and she smiled down at me as she wriggled her way toward what I guessed would be her first orgasm of the day. Yes, I could think of a lot worse ways to start the day.

As I filled my hands with her breasts Stevie reached for my nipples and started to pinch them with her manicured nails. I'd never, before this moment, considered my nipples as an erogenous zone. Man was I wrong! It was like tiny electric shocks, shivers took over my body in time with every tweak. Almost of their own volition my hips started moving in concert with hers… slowly at first but gaining in force and speed as Stevie sped towards her climax.

I cupped her breasts and started rolling, squeezing and pulling on her nipples. The hard rubbery nubbins were an angry coral red now and standing up like sewing thimbles. Stevie grunted with every down stroke as she fucked me faster and faster. I realised I was just along for the ride this time and laid back to watch her go into orbit. It didn't take long.

With a long deep moan Stevie crashed headlong into her orgasm. Her whole body tensed and the rhythmic undulations of her hips became uncoordinated and frantic. I felt the walls of her pussy contract around my hard straining cock, and this was enough to send me over the edge along with Stevie.

"Oh fuck… I'm cummmmming… FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCK!" If Matt and Becky weren't already awake they would be now. Stevie's bellow rang through the room as she drove herself down fully on my shaft just as I lost control and sprayed her insides with my hot load. While I remained rigid and still, Stevie was shaking like a patient with the Malaria Tremors. Finally with a small wail she collapsed on my chest panting.