This is going to be fun,
I thought.
I can't wait!
"Welcome to The Hills at Pleasant Point," the pretty Asian sales rep said interrupting my private conversation. "Have you two been here before"?
"No," I replied, staring at dozens of toy house models under a large glass table. Red "Sold Out" magnets covered only thirty percent of the mini-homes, which was typical for a new housing development in this economy.
"What's the square footage of your largest home?" my lady friend Kimberly asked.
"The Stonecrest Plan is a 3,680-square-foot, a four bedroom, is our largest home." The rep pointed to a corner table. A slightly older blonde woman stood next to the table with a wide customer service smile. "We have brochures with floor plans and all the information you might need," she said as she handed us two brochures.
"Thank you," I said, "we are anxious to visit one of your units, we've seen this development from the highway before and it looked nice to us, we'd like to do the walking tour". I tapped Kimberly's elbow, turned, and pushed open the door that led to the three model homes.
The blonde woman held the door for us. "Oh, just a reminder, we'll be closing in fifteen minutes."
"Okay," Kimberly said, slipping her soft hand into mine. "We'll be back soon."
Kimberly pulled me away. Outside, we double-timed past the first two model homes. The hem of Kimberly's sky blue summer dress bounced against her curvy backside and her smooth as buttermilk legs.
"Slow down, Kimberly," I said laughing. "What about the other models?"
She didn't turn. "We don't have much time. We need to hurry."
I smiled. "I'm walking as fast as I can."
While run-walking, I stared at the attractive Craftsman-style home.
Very nice,
I thought to myself.
We stepped up to the entryway. "Nice, huh?" Kimberly said, now standing near the entrance looking sexy.
"Oh yes, I can't wait to see the inside."
She opened the door. To my surprise, classic jazz welcomed us. We stepped inside and admired the dark hardwood flooring. The central air cooled us from the humid ninety-degree Atlanta summer heat.
Kimberly's eyes grew wide as plates and grabbed my hand. "Come on, babe upstairs."
I didn't say a word; I just did what she told me.
She skipped up the hardwood steps, giggling like a kid on her way to Magic Mountain, with me close behind her. I gazed at the craftsman style chandelier hanging from the high ceiling, bobbed my head to the jazzy percussion and drum bass that reverberated through the house.
We reached the top of the stairs. With my wrist still locked in her tight grip. Kimberly guided me toward the loft. She didn't peep into the bedrooms, bathrooms or any other room. She already knew her destination.
In the loft area stood a large bookcase, a recliner and two leather ottomans, the perfect chill spot. Kimberly placed the brochures on the recliner, stepped between the ottomans and placed her hands on the wood rail that overlooked the living room.
"All right," she said looking at her watch. "We have thirteen minutes."
Thirteen minutes, I can work with that.
I thought. I didn't waste time. Once I flipped up Kimberly's dress, slid my hands under her white lace thong and rubbed her creamy smooth ass, we commenced the real reason why we came to the house.
I pulled her thong down her legs and onto the floor. I admired her thick pussy lips glistening with her moisture like the morning dew. Her flesh warmed my hands, as if anticipation singed her flesh. I unzipped my khaki shorts. Down to my ankles they went.
"Damn," I said, tingles tickling my face. "We didn't even check to see if anybody is in here."
"No time," Kimberly replied. No fear, no hesitation in her voice. Her on-the-edge-of-danger nerve turned me on. "We'll take our chances."
The loft became the perfect lookout spot. I could see most of the living room and outside through a large window next to the front door. I surveyed our vicinity one last time before I lowered my hips and positioned myself behind her sweet ass. Heart thumps pounding me from within.
"Hurry up, baby give me that big cock of yours," Kimberly whispered, pushing her firm butt against my hard pipe.
I grinned. "Is this what you want?"
The surround sound of jazz added a seductive melody to our risky business, setting the stage for a perfect "erotic dance." I spanked my dark cock against Kimberly's ass hard just like she liked. Then I maneuvered, and slid my cock inside her. The walls of her tight; juicy; hungry; naughty pussy.
Oh shit, so fucking wet!
With me swallowed up, her heat dented my watchdog composure. It made by head dizzy, eyelids slump and mouth drop into a crooked grin. I wasn't inside a beautiful house anymore. I was deep inside Kimberly, the only place I wanted to be.
We grooved together, releasing sweet purrs like the sounds of the jazz player's trumpet. I buried my forehead in the nape of her neck, her thick wavy hair rubbing against my nose and lips. Moving strands of hair, I lapped my tongue along the lines between her shoulders, tasting her sweet essence.
"Fuck!" she cried. "You feel so good! I can't believe we're doing this."
My eyelids shot open. Kimberly forced me to concentrate on our illicit sexcapade.
I twitched when I saw the chandelier, but maintained my firm stroke into her moist fleshy folds. I could tell Kimberly's eyes were still closed, obviously relying on me as lookout.
I checked the window next to the front door. Didn't see anyone outside and couldn't hear anything but Kimberly's moans and jazz music. I knew that could change any second.
My heart kicked into fourth gear. I started pumping faster. Kimberly's moans grew louder, my grunts deeper. She spread her legs into a wide upside-down "V" and nudged her ass further against my steady grind. She felt so damn good! Fuck! My panicky thrill had collided with the explosive sensation of my cock skinny-dipping inside her tight pussy. It spread my haywire hormones into an internal wildfire.
"Yes, give me that dick! Fuck my cunt, Fuck it harder, harder, fuck it, baby!" Kimberly groaned out, lost in the rapture of our shared gyrations. I loved it.
Sweat rained down my forehead into my eyes. I gritted my teeth, then dug my nails into Kimberly's wet ass cheeks. She snapped her head back against my shoulder, expelling a sharp cry. I snaked my hand under her dress, cupped her large tit, and then pinched her throbbing nipple. While circling deep inside her, I slowed my pace. Then pounded her pussy with hard stokes again. Her cries pierced the soft whine of a sax solo.
Tingles raked through my back, my legs and even my toes. I yanked my arm from under her dress, and then wrapped my fingers around the rail next to her hand, my hard flesh so deep inside her quivering pussy.
