I love sex - can't get enough of it. My husband knows of my insatiable appetite for other men and accepts it; so long as I share my encounters with him -- he finds it a real turn on ... he says my escapades really enhance our sex life.
I'm over forty; but I work out, watch what I eat, and was lucky enough to be endowed with rather nice boobs. Not giant breasts; but ample, with hardly any sag over the years. Oh, and I've been told by men and women alike, that I have great legs.
I sell real estate in a beach / resort market. Occasionally, I have an opportunity to take men out to view properties without their wives, or significant others. Like last summer, for example.
I had a call from Carl; he'd seen some beach properties on my web site and called to say that he was in town for a business meeting, and he wanted to see some beach homes while in the area. We made an appointment to meet at my office Wednesday afternoon. I always like to get to know my clients a bit since it helps me find just the right house for them, in most cases. I usually spend a half an hour or so interviewing before I select properties for them to see.
Wednesday came and I meet with Carl. I learned he's a twenty-something successful entrepreneur in a high tech field that has made him more money than he'll ever figure out how to spend. He has a wife but no children, yet. After the interview, I went to the computer and ran off a half dozen, or so, beach homes I was sure Carl would like. Then, we took off in my "beamer."
Knowing I ahead of time that would be meeting Carl that afternoon, I dressed appropriately (for what I had in mind) -- a very short tight skirt, that from past experience I knew tended to ride high up on my thighs if I wasn't careful. For a top, I had selected a silk wraparound blouse that was very low cut and the way it draped my breasts it was apt to give nice exposure to one of my best assets. I wore no bra; but I did wear panties, a black lace g-string -- sometimes I can be very naughty. My outfit was completed by beige sandals, with modest two and a half inch heels, and a big sun hat.
As we drove down the coast highway to the first listing I was aware that my skirt had worked itself rather high up on my thighs, as planned. When I glanced down I could even see just the tiniest bit of black lace. I noticed as I engaged Carl in conversation while I drove that his eyes were frequently diverted downward to my lap. I smiled inwardly, knowing I'd gotten the young man's attention.
I pulled up to the first property and parked the car. I twisted around to the back seat to collect my briefcase which contained the folder I'd prepared with the printouts on all the listings we were to visit that afternoon. While I retrieved my briefcase, Carl got out and came around the driver's side to open the door for me. How nice, I thought, a real gentleman.
I extracted my car keys and swung my legs around to exit the car. I made sure my shapely legs were not completely together so Carl would have an even better glimpse of black lace. He offered his hand to assist me, which I took. His touch sent a little shiver through my body and I felt a tingle between my legs as I stood.
"Thank you Carl." I said as he closed the car door. I pressed the button on my key fob and the car beeped in response.
"Now, this first house is new construction. It hasn't been on the market long but there has been so much building in the past few years that I really think it's over priced." Carl just nodded as we walked up the short concrete driveway.
"Are all the homes built on stilts like this?" He asked.
"Yes, it's the local building code. Everything must be at least twelve feet above grade to qualify for flood insurance since we're in a hurricane prone area." I replied. "The front door is up there." I indicated the top of the wooden steps that ascended to a large deck that completely surrounded the beach house.
Again the gentleman, Carl motioned for me to go up the steps first. I had hoped he would; I knew my miniskirt would give him a nice view of my tight buns and with the tiny thong's string buried between my cheeks, my bottom would appear naked from behind.
When we reached the door, I bent over to work the combination of the "lock box" in order to extract the key to the front door. I couldn't help notice a bulge in the young man's khaki slacks.
We entered and toured the house. It was stark and bare; no furniture, neutral colors chosen by the contractor, but otherwise a nice spacious beach house and a good prospect as a summer rental.
I saved the best for last as I always try to do when showing a property. "Check out the view from the deck, Carl."
I took him out to the ocean side. The stilts gave the house enough elevation to see over the barrier sand dunes that are covered primarily with hardy sea grasses and the occasional scrubby bush. It was a bright sunny day, and hot too, but the sea breeze made it feel almost comfortable.
"Wow." He said.
I leaned on the deck railing, slightly bent over with my arms supporting me. I glanced down and saw my wraparound blouse ballooning out thanks to the stiff breeze. This will give Carl a really good look at my breasts, I thought, if I can just get his attention.
He stood beside me gazing out over the ocean.
"Down that way you've got a long fishing pier, if you like to fish." I indicated the pier off to my left -- Carl stood to my right. I hoped Carl's attention would be directed towards my billowing blouse. He turned his head to see the pier. After I pointed out the pier I turned my head back in his direction and caught him starring. His eyes were fixed on my chest. It was pretty obvious that he could see my left breast, and very likely the nipple, too.
"Do you like the view?" I asked in my sexiest voice.
"Delightful. Absolutely stunning." He said, directing his gaze back to my face. I just smiled.
"Why don't we head over to the next property then?" I said, breaking the tension that had been building between us as we stood there, silently taking each other in.
"Sure." So, we returned to my car. Carl held my door open again and had an even better look at my lace covered pussy as I sat, then swung my legs into the car.
As I pulled out of the drive, Carl gave me a little thrill. "You know, Eve, you are a very beautiful woman ... if I weren't married ..."
I patted his leg and said, "Why thank you Carl." I've always been a touchy feely person, especially with men; I left my hand on his leg and give it a little squeeze. "It's not often that a woman my age gets compliments from gorgeous young men like yourself. So what did you think of the first property?"
"Oh ... ah, yeah ... the house. Well, I think I'll reserve judgment until I've seen a few more, if that's OK?"
My hand stayed on his leg until I needed to shift gears. I could feel a certain tension in him and that heightened my sense of excitement. I could not help but be aware of my own exhilaration, as well; between my legs -- I was getting wet. I hoped that when I stepped out the car at the next listing he wouldn't see a wet spot on the leather seat as I stood. But then, I thought, it might just be that much more exciting if he does. Oh I am so naughty at times -- most of the time, that is.
When we arrived at the next house, Carl once again opened my door for me, and sure enough, as I glanced back at my car seat there was shiny spot of moisture where my bottom had been. I turned to Carl and saw him starring at the seat too and I was sure he'd seen it. I wondered if he had put two and two together.
"Shall we go?" I said. He did a little double take - like his mind had been elsewhere.
"Oh ... ah, yeah ... sure."
As we walked up the drive he put his hand on my waist as a gentleman often does when walking with a lady. His touch felt so good.
"This place is four years old and I just love the way it's been decorated. The owners plan to convey all of the appliances and furnishings at no cost to the buyer."
We ascended the wooden stairs to another large deck. I bent to retrieve the key and noticed that Carl's bulge was substantially larger than it had been at the first property.
I took Carl though the living quarters, which had an open kitchen layout with a large food preparation island. We toured the upstairs -- the loft overlooking the living room, three smaller, but still spacious, bedrooms and last, the master bedroom which featured its own deck overlooking the ocean. We stepped out though the sliding glass doors onto the deck. Carl stood at the rail and I stood next to him, a half step behind.
"Great view again." He said over the sound of the stiff ocean breeze and the waves breaking in the surf below. I stepped up and took Carl's arm in both hands and pressed my right breast firmly against his bare arm.
"Yes, it is very exhilarating, isn't it?" He turned his head toward mine as I spoke. "Is there anything more that you would like me to show you?" The sexual tension between us was palpable.
Thinking that another such intimate moment might not soon present itself, I stood on tip toes and pressed my lips to his. He responded immediately and turned, taking me in his strong arms. Our lips were hungry for each other. I pressed my tongue between his lips and invaded his mouth. He responded in kind and our tongues danced in each other's mouths as our ardor blossomed.
Carl's hands roamed over my back taking in the feel of my body. One hand slipped under my blouse and moved up and over my back; the warmth of his bare flesh on mine felt so exciting. His other hand ventured lower; down over my firm bottom. My short skirt rode higher and higher as his hand caressed and explored the curves of my ass cheeks. His finger tips discovered the hem of my skirt and he pulled it even higher so his fingers could squeeze my bare flesh. I moaned with delight as he pulled my hips firmly against his.
