House In The Hills For Sale

DemiMeyers

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My husband and I are a very successful couple. He's 48 and I'm 45. Alan is one of the best architects on the West Coast and as a private Realtor, I sell the homes Alan designs. We met in college and he asked me to marry him a month after we met. I hadn't been with many guys before Alan - three if you really want to know - and he was so shy and so sweet, that I had to say yes.

We've been married 22 years. I've never even thought of cheating or given Alan a reason to think so... until after my 40th birthday when I asked Alan to pay for my makeover when I started my real estate business. I decided to style my hair in a short layered bob with bangs and textured layers that end with sporty flips. The blonde highlights I added gave a nice touch. I admit to having some Botox to give my brow and eyes and cheeks a more youthful look. A touch of Restalyn to my lips for a cute pout. A very expensive Beverly Hills doctor for my perfectly round and firm 36C cleavage. I've been told by more than a few different people that I look just like the actress Lisa Rinna.

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http://thehairstyled.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/Lisa-Rinna-Haircuts.jpg

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I'm not sure if the comparison is meant as a compliment, since I've always felt Lisa Rinna looks a bit... well... a little slutty...

But that wasn't something I was going to focus on since I was on my way to a house in the hills for sale that has been on the market for two months now which any Realtor will tell you will drive the price down. I've assured Alan I will have the property sold by this weekend.

Usually I show homes to married couples, but the client I'm meeting this Saturday afternoon is a recently divorced man who owns his own company. I've told Alan not to worry, when I meet the client - Roger - at the house in the hills, if I don't feel comfortable, I will call Alan on my cell and he can drive to the house to "stop by."
 
I think the actress looks sexy, personally. And to me, a younger man at 32, Lisa is a cougar, and someone I'd be privileged to get to'experience', especially if she was willing and able to be with a younger man.

Now I don't know if you truly had any secondary objectives for undergoing the change you did, but my instinct tells me it wasn't for your husband. My guess is that you did this to feel sexy. To show others that you were still desirable -- and if people say you look like Lisa, you're definitely desirable.

I too have only been with a few women, and have taken to dieting to hopefully attract some women, and I too am married ... whether anything would ever come from that remains to be seen.

The point is, you've now put yourself in a position to be oogled by men, and women, and I think it'll make you wet to see how people look at you. To feel desired is most exhilarating -- If you choose to act on their desires, and yours, is your choice.

You may love your husband, but if he isn't doing enough for you sexually, then darlin' you've come to the right place for 'advice'.

As for this house in the hills I think it's the perfect opportunity to test the waters. If Alan didn't want to interrupt you at your job, then plan on wearing your sexiest outfit, show this client that your interested in more than just selling the house. And see what happens. An empty house with a lonely mam and a woman yearning for more, can lead to the next HBO midnight special.

Let us know how things go.
 
Chris seems to have missed all of the things I've mentioned about the client being single and his "wet" comment is very crass.

This scene is still open for the right client
 
I drive up to the house in my Z3 and park next to what I assume is my client's SUV. I get out of my car. I'm wearing my clingy light lavender off the shoulder Dior top with my cute little white pleated XoXo skirt that shows off my bare tan legs and my criss-cross ankle strap wedge heel Choo sandals. My makeup perfect and my lavender lip gloss matchining my top. I emailed the code to the front door to my client and confidently walk up the driveway to the property's entrance where I see the door slightly open.

I walk into the house, the thick cork wedges of my strappy sandals echoing in the foyer. "Hello...?" I call out.
 
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I'm Eric divorced aged 53, 3 children 2 boys one girl aged 4 to 7. I have custody of them. We live in a luxury apartment in the town, and are looking for a larger house, with room for the kids to play outside. I have a live in nanny who helps with the kids. My ex wife was an photographic model, and was 20 years younger than me, I seduced her on a fashion shoot, I am a very successful professional photographer.But she was always looking for sexual adventures and I am not sure if all the 3 kids are mine. I found her in bed with her best friend and didn't know she was also bi sexual., I couldn't handle it so we went our separate ways.

I look a bit like David Tannant, (Doctor Who fame) tall , slim, untidy hair, perceiving eyes that seem to look right through you.

I'm in the Kitchen I reply in my slight Scottish accent. " I was thursty so I have helped my self to a glass of water, I hope its is OK" As you enter the kitchen, I look you up and down from your hair to your sandels, and back up again, looking beyond your clothes, By god she's sexy I think to myself. I ask if you would like some water.

I am wearing tight beige chinos, a beige, Calvin Klein casual shirt, and white tennis shoes(because they are comfortable), I offer you my hand, but instead of shaking it I bring it to my lips and gently kiss the back barely brushing my lips against it. I can smell your perfume.and my eyes never leave yours.

"So tell me about this property" I ask
 
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Along the foyer, I pass by the full length mirror and notice my clingy, off-the-shoulder light lavender Dior top has slipped a bit lower down my cleavage from walking in my strappy high wedge Blahnik sandals. I use my fingertips to pull up the delicate material just as I step into the kitchen to find my client there.

Eric is a well dressed, slightly older handsome man, but from the way he doesn’t hide the way he lets his eyes travel up my body, it’s obvious he’s a bit arrogant. Asking if I want some water as if we’re in a bar and he’s offering to buy me a drink shows that he considers himself charming.

To make things clear for him, when I offer my hand to him, I make sure he can see my wedding ring, but that doesn’t seem to prevent him from kissing my hand and purposely keeping his eyes on mine.

Of course, I remain professional and when he asks me to tell him about the property, I smile and say, “In just a moment. I need to make a quick call to my husband, but look around the kitchen, if you’d like.”

Certain he should be able to take a hint, I turn away from Eric and put my Vouiton purse on the counter to remove my mini iPad and iPhone. Leaning over only slightly to use one hand to scroll on the iPad screen to my day planner while using my other hand to dial my husband.

“Hi, dear,” I say into my phone. “Yes, I’m here with one o’clock. Yes… no, it’s fine. I have a couple coming at one-thirty and then I’ll meet you at Giorgio’s for lunch.”

While talking, I’m unaware that the bright sunshine from the skylight above me is causing the tight white material of my XoXo pleated skirt to become a bit see-through and the outline of my little light lavender VS thong might be noticeable through the back of my skirt
 
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I am mesmerized, by the light shinning through her pleated skirt, and I start think of other things apart from buying a house.
 
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The MOST BORING client

OMG... Eric is so boring. I'll just stay on my cell even after my husband has hung up. I'll just pretend talking to Henry until Eric leaves.
 
Now is this woman a poser or a flirt? Does she really want to sell this house, which has been on the market for 2 years, It’s no wonder it has not been sold? All she done since done so far is prune herself, pose and talk on the phone. I thought to myself. she is an attractive woman but ........
Just then my phone rings, I apologise and say. “ Sorry, its business, I do need to take this call”. I move to outside the front door, and leave the door ajar. Hello Rachel, thank you for coming back to me, I’m in the middle of know where, looking at a house. No it’s ok. Oh great they agreed the terms, good. Oh no Christie Hefner is coming as well, I thought she had retired from the Playboy Magazine, that means a 5 star Hotel which is ok as long as she pays her own bill. I will book the Playboy Suite and order a dozen cases of Bollinger. Now who is this special centre fold? No you’re kidding, Anna Sergeyevna Kournikova, the Russian retired tennis player, she must be hmm 30 something now. and she’s agrees to go nude, Oh as long as she can keep her legs closed lol. No problem. Ok Rachel please confirm the details in writing and that Miss Hefner will pay her own hotel bill. Thanks for recommending me, you’re a star. Lol Ok I owe you .bye.

I return into the house, and apologise for the phone call saying that I had been waiting for confirmation for 2 days and that it was an important commission for me.
Now where were we? I smile with a twinkle in my eye; you have a house to sell, where do you want to start?
 
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As I thought, no interest at all in selling this house. So I leave annoyed at the time wasted
 
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