Teresa Scalia: Teresa's Exotic Encounter
It was late summer and Barbara Anderson had a real estate appointment that afternoon. Barbara's sales territory was usually confined to her hometown; however, her agency handled this particular commercial property in a town about 15 miles distant. Her arrival at the site, approximately half hour before the scheduled appointment, gave Barbara time to make a quick visual inspection of the property. She had only read the printed description of the listing. The property had been a restaurant and was still fully equipped to do that business. The dining room would require some updating as the potential buyer saw fit. Finishing her inspection, Barbara watched from inside the storefront, through the plate glass window, for her appointment to arrive. Barbara's attire for the day was all business. A navy blue suit with light blue blouse. Her skirt was a conservative inch above the knee but was sufficiently tailored to highlight the curves of Barbara's hips and derrière. She wore suntan colored hose and matching blue heels. Her hair was done up in a French twist. Barbara's look was all professional and business with just a dash of sexy.
Looking over the notes on the property and the potential buyer, Barbara had some thoughts.
"Miya Khatri, hmmmm, that's an exotic sounding name." Barbara thought.
Glancing up from her notes Barbara observed a silver Mercedes coupe pull into the curb in front of the property. Looking over the roof of the car to the far side Barbara saw the driver side door open. Out stepped a tall woman clad all in white. A sharp contrast to her raven black hair. Said hair was tied in the back in a simple ponytail and as Barbara saw when the driver stood away from the car, the thick ebony train reached to her waist.
Barbara made a quick, mental assessment as she watched her appointment walk up to the door.
"Tall, she must be 5'10" or 11", and that hair. Copper colored skin, that explains something given her name. She must be Indian or Pakistani."
Miya Khatri made her way to the front door and was met by Barbara.
"Ms. Khatri? I'm Barbara Anderson. I'm the agent for this property." Barbara said as she extended her hand.
"Very nice to meet you, I'm Miya Khatri."
As she extended her hand to receive Barbara's handshake, Miya's unbuttoned lightweight white jacket fell open. Barbara took more than a passing glance at Miya's bust line and observed that Ms. Khatri was very well endowed and was braless under the tank top. Just a hint of a nipple was showing, pushing on the white cotton fabric and Barbara was sure she could see just a shadow of a dark brown areole. Pulling herself away from admiring Miya's full and round breasts, Barbara took note of the other pieces of Miya's attire. She was wearing a tight pair of white skinny jeans that were extremely flattering to her curvy hips and full thighs. With white leather, ankle high boots to complete the ensemble.
Barbara's visual inspection of Miya's boobs did not go unnoticed.
Miya thought to herself "Well, this woman is certainly checking me out. Isn't she?"
Barbara was having some thoughts of her own "This Miya Khatri is certainly an exotic beauty. And that bronze skin against the white of her outfit, very attractive."
Barbara was certainly accurate in her first impression. Miya Khatri was indeed a beauty with large expressive brown eyes, high cheekbones, and full lips. She wore a minimum of makeup, just enough to highlight her natural assets. Tall with a regal bearing, Miya was also blessed with an outstanding body. Full bosom and wide, but not too wide, hips with an ass that could be the rival of Teresa Scalia's famed derrière.
"Shall we take a look at the property?" Barbara invited as she turned and walked into the building. Now it was Miya Khatri's turn to make some physical assessments.
"This was unexpected. Very cute blonde real estate agent." Miya thought as she watched Barbara from behind. "Healthy tan and very nice legs. And that skirt certainly flatters her bottom."
The women toured the features of the business. Bar area, dining room, and of course the kitchen and food prep facilities. There were a few questions from Miya, nothing that Barbara could not readily answer. In the upper level of the business was an apartment. Barbara led Miya to the steep, narrow staircase access. Barbara took the lead with Miya enjoying the sway of Barbara's bottom as she climbed the stairs. They did a quick tour of the one-bedroom apartment. Returning to the dining area Barbara offered to have a seat.
"Let's have a seat and go over any more questions you may have." Barbara said.
Miya took a seat and Barbara sat directly across from her. Feeling confident that she had this sale in the bag' Barbara relaxed. She unbuttoned her suit jacket and sat back in the chair with one arm hooked over the back. Unconsciously, or perhaps consciously, gave a subtle arch to her back and pushed her chest forward. Barbara crossed her legs; her skirt rode up a few inches past her knee and she made no attempt to correct that.
"I do believe she's vamping me." Miya thought, somewhat amused. "Interesting, let's see how she reacts." Miya slipped off her own jacket and draped it over the chair. As Miya relaxed in the chair Barbara got a clear view of her round boobs contained only by the white cotton tank top.
Barbara gave Miya's impressive rack a long, nearly rude look. The tank top allowed just the slightest cleavage. However, the fabric was very fine in texture and was stretched over her bust line. Obviously braless, Miya's breasts showed little if any sag. Her dark brown areoles were a shadow beneath the fabric. And her nipples were just barely pushing the fabric.
"Oh my goodness! Her boobs are perfect. I wonder if they're hers or she's had some work done?" Barbara pondered.
Miya was tempted to remind Barbara that her face was "up here". But took no offense as she was now curious about the blonde real estate agent and what her preferences might be. Miya's instincts were leading her in the right direction.
"Ms. Anderson?"
Miya's question jolted Barbara from her visual fixation on Ms. Khatri's impressive chest.
"Oh, oh excuse me Ms. Khatri. I was distracted." Replied a slightly flustered Barbara. A hint of a rosy blush crossed Barbara's face. Gaining her composure Barbara quickly sat up in her chair, recrossed her legs high on the thigh giving her nether regions a subtle rub. Again, oblivious to the fact that her skirt had ridden up another few inches. A welcome development as far as Miya Khatri was concerned as she was enjoying Barbara's shapely gams. Maintaining a poker face, Miya gave no visual indication of what she was feeling about Barbara. Mentally she was grinning as she saw what could be a potential conquest.
The two women went over the final details of the transaction. Miya purchased the property and wrote a check for the entire amount. Barbara was rather nonplussed that this would be a cash sale with no financing involved.
"I think this is the first cash sale I've ever been involved with. I'll have to hold the title until the check clears. I hope you understand." Barbara explained."
"No problem at all. I can assure you the check is good. Just let me know when I can pick up the title and I can take it from there."
Miya thought for a moment and decided to make a subtle inquiry.
"Do you live here in Baxter?" Miya asked Barbara.
"No, I live about 15 miles from here in Middleport."
"Really! I have a very good friend from my college days that lives in Middleport. Do you know Jenna Myers?"
Completely taken by surprise with this information, Barbara paused for a moment.
"Jenna Myers! She knows Jenna! What do I do? Do I admit I know her? Or do I lie about it?" A startled Barbara thought. Of course, Barbara knows, and has known, Jenna Myers on a couple occasions. One on a secluded beach, in a heated tryst, and the other in the oil wrestling ring, stripped and over Jenna's lap receiving a crisp spanking. Barbara opted for deception.
"No, I don't believe I know her. What does she do?" Barbara replied.
"Jenna works in the entertainment industry, last time I talked to her. We haven't spoken in a few months." Miya knew full well that Jenna had been working as a dancer. The entertainment industry sounded a bit more cultured.
"No, I don't think I know her." Barbara said casually, fervently hoping that that would put an end to the inquiries on Ms. Myers.
The documents were signed and the deal was closed. The women left the business and Barbara locked the front door. A final handshake. Miya took Barbara's hand in both of hers and extended what was meant to be a simple business handshake. She looked directly into Barbara's eyes while cupping her hands over hers. The handshake ended and Miya walked to her car with her jacket over one shoulder. Barbara got one last look at Miya's luscious bottom packed into those white jeans. Miya opened the car door and, before she got in, looked back at Barbara.
Miya gave a flirtatious wave and said "Bye."
Firing up the Mercedes, she drove off. Barbara let a huge sigh of relief as she watched the Mercedes head down the street. Happy that she made the sale, Barbara was also troubled that Miya and Jenna knew each other. What would happen if they talk to each other? And what would Jenna share with her about their history. Additionally, Barbara was having a few concerns about her attraction to the dusky Ms. Khatri. Rest assured, Barbara Anderson was indeed heterosexual. She was a completely faithful wife so far as other men were concerned. Her past encounters, firstly with Teresa Scalia and then later with Michelle Smithson, uncovered some dormant attractions to women. Conflicted about these feelings as she was, it did not prevent her from acting upon them when the opportunity arose. As was the case with Jenna on the secluded island.
Some background on Ms. Miya Khatri is in order. Born in the United States, she's from a wealthy Indian family. This was old money that went back to the time when India was a British colony. Her parents immigrated to the United States shortly after they were married and financed by their families both parents achieved PhD's. Miya was raised in an academic environment. But this daughter had no interest in pursuing an advanced academic career. When she earned her bachelor's degree, she informed her parents that it was time to do more than study and wanted to experience life. Her parents were quite accommodating and continued to provide her with very generous financial support. Even when Miya came out to them as lesbian. Miya and Jenna had met during their college days and for a short time were lovers. They had maintained a friendship over the years.
In a few short weeks, the necessary updating had been done to the restaurant and Miya was preparing for grand opening. She decided she would give her friend Jenna call and invite her over.
"Jenna, it's Miya Khatri. How are you?"
