Chapter 3
The property had come on the multi-list in the past couple of days.
Sandra stood in front of the house, surveying it. It looked as if might sell quickly. She had learned the hard way to become familiar with all listings before she showed them to prospective buyers.
When she first started in the real estate business, she lost several sales because she hadn't been familiar with all the properties before showing them. Putting a daughter through college was an expensive proposition. Losing sales, even small ones, wasn't the way to keep her head above water.
A light summer breeze ruffled her light frock and skittered leaves across the lawn. A pile of throw-away advertising circulars lay on the walk. The shrubs needed trimming, and the lawn needed mowing. She made a note to call the listing broker and get the place cleaned up.
She got the key from the lock box and let herself in. The ghostly quietness typical of an unoccupied house spooked her. The place had a dozen rooms, all on one floor. As she crossed the living room, a deep male voice froze her in her tracks.
"Stop right there, lady!" the menacing voice said sternly. "I've got you covered."
Sandra stood absolutely still, too scared to move. Who the hell was this? Had she stumbled into a burglary? She breathed deeply to keep from hyperventilating, and collected her wits. "May I turn around?" she said, sounding a lot braver than she felt.
"Slowly," the voice replied.
"I couldn't move fast if I wanted to," she muttered.
She turned around and looked at the man wearing his birthday suit standing on the far side of the room. The revolver in his right hand looked like a cannon. He was around fifty or so, she guessed. Ruggedly handsome. His salt-and-pepper hair gave him a distinguished look. He had big, wide shoulders, a full chest, and narrow hips. And a truly topnotch cock dangling between his solid thighs.
She snickered, in spite of her apprehension. "I've got you covered? You're standing there stark naked, and you've got me covered?"
He flashed her a disarming smile. "Best I could do on short notice."
"Who the hell are you?" she asked.
She made no attempt to keep her eyes from wandering up and down his nude body. His face looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn't immediately place him. If he was a burglar, he was sure an odd one, running around bare ass-naked.
"I own this place. And just who the hell are you?"
Sandra had to chuckle. "I'm Sandra Phillips, a real estate broker. If you won't shoot me when I open my handbag, I can show you my card."
He nodded and lowered his pistol. His cock began to stir under her steady gaze. Otherwise, standing in front of a beautiful, sexy woman with his cock hanging out didn't seem to bother him.
She handed him her business card. "If that's not enough, I can show you a photostat of my license. I thought this place was empty."
"Yeah, it was supposed to be. I came back late last night, after the real estate office closed, so I couldn't tell them. Do you work for the guy I listed with?"
"No, I have my own office."
"Name's David Barnes," he said, handing the card back to her. "Didn't mean to frighten you. I was sleeping. Thought you might be a burglar."
"You scared the hell out of me, mister! I thought you were a burglar. Until I turned around." She glanced at his cock again and smiled in appreciation. "David Barnes? Oh, yes, now I remember. You recently retired as the head football coach at the university. I read about your wife's death in the paper. Please accept my condolences."
"Thank you. And you please accept my apology for scaring you." He looked down at his nude body. "And, for the fact that I'm not dressed to receive visitors. Obviously, I didn't take time to dress."
"No problem," she replied, smiling again. "My treat. I don't have the opportunity to find out so much about the owner of a house that's for sale. Just don't greet potential buyers that way. The ladies would throw rocks at their husbands."
"You think so, huh? Listen, it's getting on in the afternoon, and I haven't eaten since last night. Will you have dinner with me? I kind of like your spirit."
"Well, I don't know any place that has such a loose dress code. Maybe you should dress first."
He laughed heartily. "Yeah, I really like you. No fake modesty and all that crap. Come on in the bedroom and let's chat while I dress. I can tell you about the place."
She followed him into the master bedroom, but didn't bother to chat while he dressed. She just watched him. It was sort of like a striptease in reverse. She liked his body. It turned her on just enough to loosen her tongue.
"When I turned around and saw you standing there naked, I had the wild thought that you were going to fuck me," she said. Unconsciously, she tousled her hair with one hand and grinned. "Then, I saw that cannon and didn't know what to think."
She liked his radiant smile. He had an overkill of 'it.' Any woman with an ounce of passion would go for him. Un-like many of the coaches she saw on TV, he didn't have a beer belly. His body was lean and fit. He didn't talk like the average coach, either. His grammar and syntax showed education.
He recognized the flirtatious hair-tousling gesture as a come-on. "Oh, force isn't my style," he replied as he casually put on his pants. "If I can't get a woman's leg open without a gun, I thank her for her time and move on."
"Well, well," she said. "A handsome guy with a nice body who has some feeling for a woman. Romance isn't dead after all, is it?"
"Not with me, lady. I used to listen to those young bucks on the football team go on about their conquests, and I swear to God that not one of them had the least idea of how to really please a woman. Of course, they were screwing girls their own age, so maybe it didn't matter."
"Oh, come on, David! Don't tell me that you never got any of those nubile young coeds in your bed!"
"Are you asking for a blow-by-blow description?" he asked teasingly.
"That's an awful pun, David. I'm just saying that you're a handsome, virile-looking guy who shouldn't have any trouble getting into a woman's pants-no matter what her age."
"You're pretty straightforward, Sandra." He looked at her candidly. Her dress flattered her voluptuous body and his eyes showed their appreciation. "I thought only younger women believed in the sexual revolution. You have to be close to my age. Most of the women I've met in our age group are a lot more.. .well.. . . "
"Reserved? Hung-up about sex?" she finished for him. "I'm not the shy, retiring type, David. I'm a very successful real estate broker because I go after what I want. That attitude seems to spill over into the rest of my life."
"Are you married, Sandra? I can't imagine any man who's worth his salt letting you get away."
"I'm a widow. My husband was killed in a car crash a few years ago. A college kid, drunk out of his skull, hit his car broadside. The kid wasn't even scratched."
"I'm sorry, Sandra. That's the way it happens a lot of times. They're so drunk, they're like rubber. They just flop around.. .well, enough morbidity. You seem to have put it all behind you rather well, another trait that I admire. Let's go eat, shall we? I'm famished."
He took her to an elegant restaurant frequented by the upper crust. She occasionally brought clients to the place to close a lucrative deal. She let him order for her and ate heartily. By the time they had their after-dinner brandy and coffee, she was feeling deliciously relaxed and comfortable. She hoped the hints she dropped earlier made an impression on him. Her eyes had shown her interest all during dinner.
"Have you ever posed in the nude?" he asked casually.
"Why, David Barnes, shame on you!" She clucked her tongue, faking disapproval. "What a question to ask an older woman! You must have me confused with your young coeds, with their tight bodies and firm breasts."
He looked at her breasts openly. "Unless you're wearing one hell of a harness, I would say that yours are just as firm. You might be older, as you put it, but you certainly have a damned foxy body!"
She reached for his hand and squeezed it. Her clit tingled. Her nipples, clearly delineated inside the thin dress, stiffened fully. She actually giggled, just like one of the coeds.
"Are you serious, or is that simply a way of getting the conversation around to sex? If you even own a camera, I'll bet it's one of those cheap little plastic things."
"Did I say that I wanted to photograph you?" he teased. "I just asked if you had ever posed nude. Just for the record, I have several cameras. Good ones. And my own darkroom. Photography is my hobby. Shall we go?"
"Maybe we'd better before I leave a wet spot on this pretty chair." She felt a heavy wetness seep into the crotch of her panties and shivered. Her clit started to itch and burn.
By the time they reached his house, her cunt felt like a swamp. She hurried into the living room, turned to face him, and tipped her mouth up for a kiss. At six-foot-four, he towered over her. He bent over and covered her lips with his. She felt more juice flood her channel. Heavy licentious tingles infused her cunt and spread over her body.
His tongue slithered between her lips and into her mouth. Her arms slipped around his neck. The slow, teasing strokes of his tongue sparked a fire in her gut. She arched her hips and scrubbed her belly on the large bulge in his pants. She felt so comfortable with him, and tremendously excited. He made the other men she had fucked lately seem small by comparison.
He cupped the cheeks of her ass in his big hands and a tremor shot up her legs. She opened her mouth wide. The movement of his tongue quickened. Her lips clung to his, fastened tightly by mounting lust. Her nipples were rock-hard. Her aching tits were swollen. The thought of his hard cock sliding in and out of her hot cunt made her knees weak.
Carnal fever claimed her senses. She couldn't remember ever turning on this quickly with anyone, not even her dearly departed husband. Their sex life had been good, damned good, but she never wanted him the way she wanted this man! She broke the kiss and looked up at him, trembling all over.
"I want you!" she whispered hotly.
He smiled his beautiful smile. "Sweeter words have never been spoken," he said.
She backed up several steps and undressed quickly, removing everything but her high heel sandals. "Point the way to the bathroom," she said softly. "I want to freshen up for you."
"I'm beginning to like you more and more," he said, pointing the way. "I'll wait for you in the bedroom. You know where it is."
"Oh, yes!"
"Gorgeous legs," he said softly as she walked away from him.
She threw him an alluring smile over her shoulder and exaggerated the wiggle of her ass. When she came into the bedroom, the drapes were drawn and one small light burned by the bed. Soft, romantic music filled the room. He sat on the edge of bed with his legs spread. She sucked her breath in sharply when she looked at his cock hanging down like a club.
"You do know how to set the mood, don't you?"
"I try." He looked at her pussy and smiled. "I'm glad your hair color doesn't come from a bottle. I've always been partial to real redheads."
Instinctively, she fluffed up her abundant, dark red bush. She twitched her ass in time to the music as she slithered slowly toward him.
His sexy smile and slowly enlarging monster prick made her belly churn. She posed for him, undulating her hips a few inches from his knees.
"Magnificent!" he exclaimed softly as he reached for her cunt.