My name is Jack and my story really began a few years ago. I had just graduated from college, by the skin of my teeth, I might add. My folks said I majored in fraternity, beer and co-eds rather than accounting and finance. If they only knew how right they were. I actually had to go back to a few professors and beg them to add a plus to my grade so that I could graduate. Amazingly, they agreed and I was out of there with my sheepskin in hand.
Now, without the grades, the plum jobs were not for my taking. I had to take a job with one of those start-up Internet providers, which paid me a pittance of a salary, but tons of stock options. They were basically worthless when I started, with a strike price of one penny. If the company goes public, and is profitable, I'm rich, if not, I have a lot of paper. I worked my ass off for a year and a half and amassed tens of thousands of options, but barely enough money to cover my rent and buy an occasional beer. My mom would send me some money so that her baby boy could continue his habit of eating a meal or two a day.
Well, you all remember the Internet boom. That's right, I scored big time. The company went public, the stock price soared and I was instantly a multi-, multi-millionaire. At the tender age of 25, I was set. I soon realized I didn't HAVE to do this job anymore, so I quit. I divested myself of most of the internet stocks and, remembering some of my finance lessons, I diversified. Looking back, that was one of my smartest decisions. Anyway, I "repaid" my folks for all the money they spent on me over my life, set up trust funds for my nieces and nephews, and began my search for a nice house.
Before I go any further, I should tell you about myself. I have never considered myself a ladies man. I am about 5'10", fluctuating from 180 to 195 depending on the amount of beer I drank. In college, most of that weight hovered around my mid-section, but with my newfound wealth, and spare time, I worked out and moved those inches to my chest, arms and legs. I wouldn't say I was "buff", but I was getting my fair share of second glances.
I dated a lot of women, fucked most of them too. After a while though, it seemed that their interest in me was directly related to how much money I spent on them. I had the money to spend, don't get me wrong, but if I get into a long-term relationship, I want it to be with me and not my wallet. They became very high maintenance, and, to tell you the truth, a pain in my ass. Their pussies were nice, but since they were not giving me it 24/7, their shit was not worth it.
So anyway, I thought it would be a snap to find a house that wasn't too pretentious, be comfortable and allow me to be somewhat carefree for a while. I couldn't have more wrong.
I checked out the real estate section in the paper, and after going to a lot of open houses and finding nothing worth the money they were asking, I decided on new construction. There was a new community being built around a golf course that appealed to me. The business part of me said, "good investment" while the sportsman in me said, "yeah, golf".
The next day was a Monday, so figuring the weekend rush would be over; I headed over to the model homes. The models, of course, had every conceivable upgrade, so they looked great. They were also huge, too big for one single guy who would use only a fraction of the rooms.
I probably should have dressed for the occasion, but I still had some of my college days attitude, and wore a pair of faded jeans, a "Bud" t-shirt, my favorite ball cap and beat-up basketball shoes.
"May I help you?" I turned and was greeted by a sweet looking middle-aged lady standing maybe 5'3". Her hair was blonde, but was obviously dyed or bleached or whatever women do to their hair to make it lighter. She had one of those "You can't afford any of these, but I have to be nice anyway" looks on her face. She had an ugly pair of glasses propped on the end of her nose, but her bright hazel eyes were mesmerizing. Her nametag said "Angela".
I walked over to her, holding out my hand "Hi Angela, my name is Jack and I'm looking for a new house, but at my stage of life, one of these monsters would be just too much for what I need." Her face said, "No shit, you probably couldn't afford the tool shed", but what she did say was, "I see, and what exactly are you looking for?"
"I definitely want to be overlooking the golf course, a half decent lot size, with no less than three bedrooms and a finished basement." As I rattled off the rest of my requirements, her demeanor changed from "you're a bum" to "you're a buyer". I followed her into her office and on that short walk, my typical male instincts took over and I checked out her "form". She was wearing a cotton skirt that went to just below her knees and a company blazer that was fitted to accentuate her nice figure. "Not bad" was my initial assessment. Her hips swung very nicely as she walked too.
Once inside her office, I was able to catch a whiff of her perfume. I had never smelled anything so captivating on any woman I had ever known. My hormones just got a major jump-start. Angela took me to the site map showing all the available lots. The homes around the clubhouse and the holes approaching it were reserved for the larger "estate" homes. She pointed to a section off the 14th tee that would be what they called "carriage homes".
I stepped closer to her to see better and my nostrils were hit with her sweet scent. I couldn't believe I was feeling this way, but I was actually becoming attracted to this woman and getting horny too. "Keep it professional, Jack" was all I could think. Then I heard myself say, "Do you have a model available? Would you be able to take me there?"
"No, there aren't any models in this development, but some units here are under construction. This one here" pointing to the map, "is up but doesn't have the appliances or finishing touches yet. You could drive back there and take a look yourself."
"I could, but I would feel more comfortable going in if I had a company representative with me, just in case I get stopped by security." Now cognizant of my attire, "I don't exactly look like I belong."
"No, I guess you're right. I guess I could drive you back there now. Let me get some keys and have my assistant watch the store. I'll get the truck and pull around front." She pulled off her glasses and walked out.
When she said "truck", I figured an SUV or light pick-up. She pulled up in one of those full sized construction-type trucks. Seeing a tiny, well-dressed woman behind the wheel of one of those was quite a sight, to say the least. Anyway, I jumped up into the cab and her sweet perfume overpowered the other construction site smells that would have been present in there. I also noticed that with the heat of the day, Angela had taken off the blazer. She had a white sleeveless blouse that accentuated her nice, round tits. When she maneuvered the steering wheel, her tits would strain against the blouse, making them look even more delicious. Driving along the unpaved roads, the truck bounced around and her skirt parted at the front slit, giving me a nice view of her rather shapely legs. Smells great and nice legs...sweet! We pulled up to the lot and threaded our way through the machinery and other construction equipment to the front door. The exterior was brick with a shingle shake roof. Inside the house, the entryway was large, which could be decorated to look very dramatic. As I walked around the house, Angela followed; telling me about the available options and adding her own little decorating ideas. A couple of times, I could have sworn I caught her giving me the once over, but then maybe it was just my wishful thinking too. Of course, whenever I followed her, I was sure to admire her figure.
The den had a huge picture window overlooking the golf course. Angela stood by the window looking out while I stood at the door getting a feel of the room. As I approached her from behind, she said turning "Beautiful view, huh?" Looking right at her, I said "Absolutely! And smells nice too!"
She blushed and pointed to the window. "I was talking about out the there."
