All characters and situations are fictional.
All characters are above the age of consent.
Any similarities with people or places are simply coincidental.
Whitney Newman sat down to relax. Today had been a busy day for the 36-year-old, beautiful real estate agent. She had just hosted an open house on the day of Halloween. Whitney tried to tell her client that it was not the best choice of days for the event, even though Halloween fell on Saturday this year. As she had anticipated, very few people showed up. Most people were busy getting ready for trick or treating with their kids, or going to one of the many Halloween parties or events going on this night.
Still, Whitney had to follow her client's lead. What did they care? They had already moved out of state and left the job of selling their place to Whitney.
Whitney wanted to go out tonight. But there wasn't going to be enough time. Her own kids--a 14 year old son and 11 year old daughter--were with their father, as they were every other weekend. The kids were used to mom not being home often due to work. Fortunately, she had a decent relationship with her ex, and he lived so close that he often cared for the kids during the week.
Whitney sometimes regretted her divorce. She had married Thomas when she was 22. She had become pregnant so they rushed into marriage. A few years after having their second child, Whitney began regretting being tied down. She became a real estate agent and did well, but found herself in an affair with another agent. Eventually she decided to leave Thomas for her new lover. They dated for a year and she ended up sleeping with another man, causing that relationship to end.
Since then, Whitney had been a single mother. She dated, and was sexually active with any man she dated more than three times. Attracting men was no problem for her. Whitney was a voluptuous woman. She was only 5'4", but that small frame contained a sexual bombshell. Most notably was her 36-24-38 firm figure with all natural triple D--or F--cup breasts, that looked even larger on her short body.
Capping off her seductive body was her lovely round face, with bright, hazel eyes and slightly wavy brownish-blonde hair, that hung just below her shoulders.
While Whitney loved having big tits, she wasn't fond of the throwbacks that came with them. It often limited what types of clothing she could wear, especially when dressing up for more formal events. And, as she ages, it takes more effort to defy gravity, especially when lying down at night as she often feels like her boobs go everywhere when she is on her back. And god forbid trying to sleep on her stomach. And if she has to run or move swiftly to catch up to her kids, or for any other reason, the world is treated to a bouncing spectacle no matter what type of bra she is wearing.
Still, they are fun to have, and they have always helped her to get her way with men.
While she has never been overly promiscuous, Whitney has dated a lot of men, and has slept with thirteen of the men she has dated. She didn't start having sex until she graduated high school, and believed that had it not been for her marriage and first relationship after her divorce, that number would probably be significantly higher. Even so, it has been four months since Whitney has had sex.
Part of the reason for not maintaining relationships is her desire to always be in control. She attracts men like flies to honey, but she is high maintenance and controlling. Several men put in the time necessary to get her into bed, but quickly decide that her attitude isn't worth the fun and enjoyment of sleeping with her for more than a few weeks.
Sometimes she wishes that she could get back with her ex husband. He didn't want a divorce, that was almost all her doing. And she knows that he is still attracted to her. But he remarried and had another kid with his second wife. Whitney had heard from her kids that Thomas and their stepmother have been having problems, and wondered if he might be willing to get together again if they divorce. But she doesn't know if he would ever trust her again after her affair.
Whitney looked at the clock. Knowing that she wouldn't have time to get home before the trick-or-treating got underway, so she had decided to relax in this house and give out candy. She had already left a bowl in the foyer for any walk-ins coming to look at the house today, but she had purchased a large bag for the night. In addition to a bottle of wine to enjoy as she relaxed in this nice house that she couldn't afford to live in herself.
Whitney ordered a pizza as soon as the open house had ended, then changed into a pair of pink yoga pants and a matching pullover top, opting not to hand out candy to kids while wearing the dressy clothes she had on for the open house.
Kids began to slowly come by the house trick-or-treating. There were not as many as she had anticipated, which she thought might be the result of the for sale sign out front, and the lack of a car in the driveway since she moved hers into the garage after the open house had ended to avoid it being egged or anything while she was hanging out for Halloween. Obviously people must be thinking that the place was vacant, even though she had the porch light on and the house lit up.
The doorbell rang, and Whitney rushed to answer it, finding the pizza delivery man there. He was a college aged young man, and she felt sorry for him, knowing that like her, he was missing out on any parties tonight.
"I thought nobody lived here anymore." He told her, handing her the medium veggie pizza she had ordered.
"No one does, at least not yet." She replied, "I'm the realtor. We had an open house today. I'm just finishing up and thought I'd get something to eat before leaving." Whitney wasn't sure why she felt the need to explain herself to this young man. Perhaps she was just so used to being chatty with the few prospects that visited today that she just remained talkative.
"Ah, yes. I recognize you from your picture on the sign out front." He said, referring to the for sale sign from her agency that listed her name and contact info along with her picture.
She noticed that his eyes continued to look downward. This was something she was used to as too many men can't look anywhere but at her huge boobs. But she thought that his gaze was even lower. She was getting a little creeped out by the way he was leering at her. "Good night." She said, closing the door.
Whitney walked to the kitchen, pausing at the full length mirror hanging in the hallway.
"Oh my god." She mumbled, catching her reflection in the mirror and observing that her pink yoga pants had formed a major cameltoe in her crotch. She could clearly see the outline of her shaved pussy and her slit. "No wonder he was staring."
She blushed thinking about the view she had provided, and wondered if he was going to have to jack off before going back to work.
She pictured the image of the twenty-something young man, who was tall and cute, stroking his cock in the car while remembering her outlined pussy and large tits. The thought made her pussy tingle slightly. She remembered the small vibrator she had in her purse and considered using it before going home tonight. Then she remembered finding the box under the bed that the clients had forgotten. It contained an electric Magic Wand vibrator and a red, dildo-like object that she realized was a butt plug. Whitney guessed that the couple had forgotten the box when they moved out. She had removed it from under the bed for the open house, placing it on the shelf in the closet until everyone had left. She was not going to mention it to the clients so as not to embarrass them, but wanted to keep it until they asked for it. Or throw it away when the house sold.
Whitney had always wanted to try a magic wand, and momentarily considered using it tonight, but the thought of using a toy that another woman has been rubbing on her own pussy grossed her out. Still, she might just have to masturbate in that luxurious California King bed before going home tonight.
She heard the doorbell again, and realized that she had probably been inadvertently showing her cameltoe to the trick-or-treaters all night. Blushing, she tugged at the material in her crotch to loosen it before walking to the door.
She answered, but instead of kids she found four people that she believed to be high schoolers. In reality all four were adults: two girls and two boys. One very skinny blonde who was dressed like Harley Quinn, and the other girl was a rough looking but well built brunette wearing black jeans and a black long sleeved pullover shirt, with a cat-ear headband; obviously a cheap attempt at a Catwoman costume. The two men were dressed normally and were most likely just coming along with the girls.
