It was a hot, sunny day in early September. I was on my way to a meeting at Amy & Bruce’s home. I am a realtor and we were going to complete a listing agreement to sell their house as they were being transferred. I was wearing a yellow suit dress with a double-breasted button front. It came to about 5 inches above my knees. It was conservative and very business like, but complemented my blue eyes and blond hair well. I liked this dress, as I did not need to wear a slip. It did require me to wear a bra to support my large breasts. To complete my professional look, I had worn stockings and heels. I had a lunch date with my husband Mike and I was hoping to get lucky, so I had worn thigh-high stockings and no panties. Mike is a serious bicycle racer. When he is in training, he does not satisfy my rather high sexual needs and I was getting really horny. As I dressed that morning, I was thinking more about what I might talk him into at lunch than about my appointment.
As I drove out to their house, I hoped that I would be able to concentrate on my job. I needed to gather information on their house and complete the listing contract. I really wanted to be able to effectively and quickly sell their house, for a good price. Since they were good friends, I wanted to do this well. In the 20-minute drive to their house, I kept thinking about Mike and what I would like to do to him at lunch. This along with the sun heating my legs through the windshield and the car’s air conditioner blowing up my short dress was making me very aroused. I was beginning to question my decision not to wear panties, as I feared my nearly dripping pussy could make a wet spot on my dress. As I arrived at their house I was having a very hard time shifting into my professional mode.
It was 8:30 in the morning when I pulled into their drive. As I walked across the front of their house and onto their beautiful front porch, I felt bad that they had to sell it but I knew that it would sell quickly. It had great curb appeal and it had a great view of the river, with woods behind and with a beautiful waterfall in the stream that ran beside it. Just two years earlier, I had helped Bruce buy it.
Amy answered the door. She is a very beautiful woman with short auburn hair. This morning she was wearing a white sundress. Standing at the door, with the sunlight streaming down from the skylights in their foyer, I could clearly see her beautiful body through the thin fabric. She wore nothing underneath. She appeared aroused, as her nipples were very prominent. I was startled at first, but quickly shifted into my professional mode when she invited me in. Even though she was a friend, this was a business call.
I just loved their house. It was tastefully decorated. Amy was an artist and much of her work was on display. Amy had been one of my best friends since high school. After being away for about 12 years, it had been very good to have her back and to get to know her new husband Bruce.
We sat side by side on stools at the bar in their kitchen and had coffee while I completed the listing forms. As we got started, I told Amy that we had about two hours to get completed, as I needed to return to town for an early lunch with Mike. I told her I was really horny and was going to make him do me. We both laughed as Amy wished me luck. As we went through the forms, I had a hard time concentrating, as I was started thinking of sucking Mike’s cock as I saw Amy’s trim body and still very erect nipples right in front of me. I could swear that I could also smell fresh cum.
The effect on me was electrifying and I found myself now fantasizing about her. I was getting a little uncomfortable and squirmed forward on the stool. As we continued talking about the features of their house, I noticed her looking at my legs, and realized that my movements had caused my dress to slide way up. My legs were exposed above the top of my stockings and I was certain that I had exposed my bare pussy to her. Neither of us said anything, but there was a sexual tension building. I tried to pull my dress down inconspicuously. The look in her eyes made me even hornier than I already was. I was not sure how to react.
After Amy had moved away, we had stayed in touch. When she decided to leave her first husband and be with Bruce, I become her confidant. I had met Bruce when he asked me to help find this house. I had a secret lust for Bruce since I had met him and always wondered what it would be like to make love with him. At a lunch recently with Bruce and Amy, she told me that Bruce had told her that he had woken from a dream where all three of us were in bed together and Amy and I were making love with him. We all laughed it off, but after that a strong sexual undertone developed in our interactions. Recently, because of Mike’s training regimen, I found myself fantasizing about Bruce as I did myself with “Chucky,” my sex toy. Amy and I had always been good friends and we confided everything to each other. Because of my friendship for Amy, I kept this fantasy to myself.
Their move to Atlanta was a great disappointment to me as in addition to again losing this close friendship; I also knew it would limit any possibility that I might live my crazy fantasy with Bruce. Replaying this fantasy gave me a rush. Being with Amy had never been one of my fantasies, but never had I felt the sexual tension between us that was building this morning. With these thoughts, I was glad that I was going to be seeing Mike at lunch. I was becoming determined to make him do me so I could release the sexual urges that were now starting to boil in me. Now I was wondering how I would make it until lunch.
My beeper went off, it was Mike. I used my cell phone to call him. Damn, he couldn’t meet me for lunch. My much anticipated release was now gone. What was I going to do? I told Amy what had happened and that I guessed that I would just have to go home to “Chucky.” We both had a good laugh, but she had a strange smile as we shifted back to the task at hand. What I did not tell her that just below the surface I was beginning to overheat with lust.