This is the last chapter of Realtor Games. I apologize for the delay in getting it to you.
If you are new to the story, I recommend you start from part 1.
If you're a returning reader, welcome back.
Enjoy.
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Realtor Games
Part 15
Janis' Condo
I'm generally not an early riser. Sure, I can get up before sunrise if I need to catch a plane or attend a morning meeting, but I seldom fly anywhere, realtors don't have morning meetings and I'm not one of those masochists who climb out of bed at 5:30 every morning to run three miles.
My internal clock usually rousts me out of bed around 8:00, so when my eyes popped open at 6:30 the next morning, I knew something was amiss. And then I remembered the events of the night before. Or did I? I rolled over to confirm that I was alone in my bed, like I had been for way too long.
Was it possible that I dreamed about Mark spending the night?
It was the coffee smell that both woke and comforted me.
"Good, you're finally awake," Mark said as he carried a steaming cup of java to my bedside. "Milk and one sugar, if I remember correctly."
He set the coffee on my nightstand and kissed me on the forehead. It felt good... having a man wake me with coffee and a kiss. Something I could definitely become accustomed to. I waited, still snuggled into the covers, hoping he'd join me.
But he didn't.
"Breakfast in fifteen minutes," he said. "And don't get dressed yet. We've got some prep work to do before your meeting."
So, I didn't. Dress that is. I got up, did my morning routine, and joined Mark for breakfast in an old T-shirt I'd swiped from an even older boyfriend.
I didn't ask Mark why he chose last night to finally succumb to my charms. We would have plenty of time for that later.
But I did ask about the meeting.
"Eight thirty, in the courthouse," he answered.
"With whom?"
"The mayor and city council." He slid a plate in front of me. Crepes with fruit. One of my morning favorites.
"Why haven't I heard about it?"
"Because they haven't invited you yet. You'll get a call at eight."
A sprinkle of powdered sugar, interspersed with a hint of butter, made the first bite of breakfast melt into my mouth.
"How do you know this?"
"They've been discussing it online for the last couple of days."
"You read their e-mails?" I asked.
"And their texts," he said, as if it was common practice to electronically snoop on the local ruling class.
"If they've been talking about it for two days, why wait until a half hour before the meeting to invite me?"
"They want you off balance. They're going to ask what you know about my little project and think that, by getting you out of your circadian rhythm, you won't have time to consult with me and make up a cover story."
"Like we did last night?"
"Exactly. But you're not going to let them know about that. As far as the city council is concerned, you're just a good-looking girl who got forced out of bed before she was ready."
As we finished breakfast, he grilled me on what we covered the night before -- the stuff we discussed when still clothed... the boring crap about corporate takeovers and the fate of Merryville -- and then he led me to my bedroom.
"I'll pick out something for you to wear while you put on some makeup," he told me. "Not a lot. The minimum you'd accept to be seen in public. We're going for the 'rushed out of the house' look."
I glossed my lips, darkened my lashes and powdered my cheeks while Mark foraged through my closet.
"Pink or blue?" he asked, holding up two dresses as I reemerged from the bathroom.
"Blue?"
He nodded, hung the blue dress over a chair and threw the pink one into a corner. I made a move to pick it up and replace it in the closet, but he grabbed my arm to stop me.
"You can do that later," he said. "We've got more important things to do now."
Still holding my arm, he pulled me close and kissed me. Not a peck on the cheek, but a passionate, fully engaged, bend me over, hand on my ass kiss. Our crepe and strawberry breaths mingled while our tongues danced a waltz. He broke the lip lock for just a few seconds as my night shirt magically passed over my shoulders. My arms instinctively rose above my head to free myself from the garment and then immediately returned to his neck, where I held on for dear life, knowing that if he continued his kiss my legs wouldn't be able to support me.
Sensing my predicament, he placed both hands on my butt, and lifted me off the floor. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me the four steps to the bed. He lowered me onto the soft mattress. His hands left my butt and traced my sensitive sides before alighting on my exposed breasts.
He was sucking the breath out of me and I didn't care. I wanted him to continue kissing me forever... until his lips started to migrate south. He nibbled my lower lip, kissed my chin, and then licked my neck all the way down to the breastbone.
"I'm not complaining," I said. "But aren't we supposed to be getting ready for some all-important meeting with the mayor?"
"We are," he said, kissing my nipples to a diamond like hardness.
"Is this the pregame pep talk?" I asked.
"Something like that," he said after swirling his tongue around my belly button.
My legs naturally spread and bent upwards as I subconsciously consented to whatever Mark had in mind. He grasped the back of my knees with his powerful hands and forced them towards my chest.
"Hold these," he said, and I did -- bent at the waist like a pretzel -- exposing my pussy and ass to the ceiling.
For the next few minutes -- or was it hours? -- his lips, tongue and fingers played together so well in that spot between my legs that I completely forgot about the upcoming meeting. I was wetter than a tsunami-soaked beach and looser than a billionaire's mistress.
Mark had one finger in my ass, two in my pussy and a thumb on my clit. I was seconds from my first O when he removed all his digits and reached down to his pants.
Again? So soon after last night?
"Relax," he said. "This is kind of big so it might be slightly painful at first, but once it's in, you'll get used to it."
Cocky Bastard
.
I giggled at my unintentional pun as his hand returned to my pussy, stroking its length. Then something hard pressed against my anal opening.
He wouldn't
dare
...
"Holy fuck," I screamed as my sphincter fought a losing battle against the foreign object seeking refuge in my not quite virgin ass. By the time I recovered from the initial shock, it was fully inside me, held firmly in place by Mark's finger, ensuring I didn't try to eject it.
"You okay," he asked.
