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Prime Real Estate Critique Exchange I'll read yours if you read mine
Ok I posted a new story on here last night looking for feedback before I send it to the other side. I have only had two people answer the call, so here is what I would like to do. Do you have a new story that needs to be read or critiqued?
I'll critique yours if you'll critique mine.
Need someone to look at punctuation, mispelled words, etc
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Prime Real Estate
Copyright @ 2003 by Scorpiosting
I had been coming to this coffee shop for as long as I could remember. First it was a small coke, than I graduated to a large cup of coffee; enough caffeine to get me through the day. After all I was pushing the ripe old age of twenty five, attending college and moonlighting as a starving artist. I didn’t just ‘hop out of bed like a spring chicken,’ anymore as my grandfather used to say.
Sitting in my usual spot, on one particular sunny spring morning, outside at a I noticed a red headed woman dressed in business suit. She was sitting by herself with a brown portfolio occasionally writing something on a piece of paper. With perfectly manicured fingernails she would click on the keypad of a small calculator, scrunch up her button nose, and then erase whatever she had previously written. Over the next few days, which soon became a week, I continued to watch her perform this ritual.
I shy by nature and have a tough time approaching woman. It has always been this way. I don’t really have any pick up lines, or goofy phrases like my friends who dangle like a worm on a hook hoping to land a fish at closing time. Gradually as each day there was something about this woman that seemed to pull me closer, holding me spellbound. First I thought maybe it was my curiosity as to what she kept writing on the pieces of paper. She reminded me of an anthropologist trying to decipher hieroglyphics without the use of the Rosetta Stone.
She was dressed in an outfit reminiscent of a stereotypical, demure schoolgirl who was quiet and shy, and you never really could tell what was going on in her mind. Her outfit consisted of white stockings, a light pink dress with subdued flowers, and a matching sweater which buttoned up the front. Her fire engine red hair was pulled back into a long straight ponytail held in place by a brown barrette. Loose ringlets cascaded down over her shoulders, the ends licking at full breasts that a new born babe or any man with half a libido would kill to sup from or curl up and smother between. More than anything else there was something about her eyes. Her eyes were as soft and deep as blue sapphire. Eyes that you made you want to swan dive into and swim laps until you were tired, curling up in a corner safe from the world.
As I studied her, I wondered how long it had been since her sensuous, lips had felt a man’s touch, or the tip of a probing tongue. Watching her sip her coffee, I thought about a rumor I had heard once. The lips on a woman’s face a true mirror image of the heavenly pink slit between their legs? Sipping my coffee, I watched as her fingers played with a small pearl necklace hanging around her neck. Each time she gently pulled or fingered the beads, the curve at the bottom of the string would appear than disappear behind the top of her sweater. Watching her, I thought of something else that would fit nicely sliding underneath that top button.
Psyching myself up for action, I thought of to my first girlfriend. She was the first girl I had ever kissed, the first girl I ever slept with, and the girl I lost my virginity to. Although we were young, we had our life planned out; we had charted a roadmap to tranquility. That is until the day she left me standing at the altar. The last time I saw her she was bottle blond smiling on the front of Cosmo. Mustering as much courage as I could, I picked up my steaming cup and began to walk towards her table. Hell I figured what did I have to loose? If she walked away maybe I would see her again sans conservative business suit on the cover of the latest issue of some bondage magazine like Equus Eroticus, or Heavy Rubber.
“Mind if I join you,” I smiled, fear gnawing at my belly before the words even escaped my lips, stopping in front of her table.
“Sure,” she smiled softly, topaz eyes sparkling behind long thick lashes blinking in slow motion.
“I don’t mean to pry, but I’m curious. I have been watching you over the past few days. I couldn’t help but notice that you keep writing something on various pieces of paper, frowning, than erasing what you had just written.” I pointed to the neatly printed numbers on the papers in front of her.
“Oh this,” there was a soft lilt in her voice, as she fingered the pencil, touching the erasure end on a piece of paper in front of her. “These figures are next month’s sales projections.”
Ok dumb ass I thought to myself. That was the worse come on ever uttered in the history of mankind.
“Sales?” I smiled staring at her chest, imagining pink nipples as hard and erect as sticky Dot’s candy.
“Yes, I just became a real estate agent. I’m trying to set some goals for myself.”
“Hmmm,” I smiled again, eyes focused on her lips, feeling a warm twinge in my groin.
“Lips, I mean houses?” I stammered blinking away the image of my cock sliding in and out of her mouth.
“Yes,” she batted her eye lashes, tracing the rim of her cup with the tip of a delicate finger
“Well it just so happens I am in the market.” I lied.
“Oh really,” she smiled looking down into her cup, as if in thought. As I watched her finger reverse course, I fantasized about how many times her lithe fingers had circled her erect nipples, the head of an engorged penis, or probed the slit of her pink sex.
“Are you free this afternoon?” she lifted her eyes to mine, fingering one of the long curls cascading down the side of her face.
“Sure, I’m free,” I lied again, thinking of the biology test I had at 1:30.
“Meet me here at 1:00,” she fingered a narrow gold watch wrapped around a freckled wrist, pink nails framing the face. “I have some houses I would love to show you.”
“By the way,” I smiled, “My name is Jeff. I am really bad about introducing myself.”
“Kimberly,” she smiled lightly touching my arm before taking my hand.
Later that afternoon, as we had planned, I met Kimberly outside the coffee shop. As we were driving to the first piece of real estate she was to show me, we made small but revealing talk.
“So Jeff, while you’re not studying for college exams, or drawing, do you have time to date?”
I have to admit her question did catch me a little off guard. This was one of the last things that I thought an older woman would ask me. Then again I figured that maybe like my mother, she was the type of woman who liked to hear about young people falling in love and living happily ever after.
“No,” I replied, I don’t date much afraid to reveal the real reason why.
“That’s a shame,” she reached over and patted my thigh. “You’re a very handsome young man. I would think with all of those young single college girls on campus, you would hit it off with them and have them beating down your door.”
I sat staring out of the windshield not quite sure how to reply. I was flattered by the comment, but I quickly dismissed it as a sales tactic to keep me interested in possibly buying a house. I had notice in the coffee shop that she wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. I figured that now was a good time to ask her about her love life. Anymore even though some people choose not to wear a wedding ring you just don’t know.
“Are you married?” I asked turning my head just in time to see her brush a red curly lock behind her ear.
“I was that is until about six months ago. My husband, ex-husband I mean decided that he wanted to sample forbidden fruit. I arrived home early one day to find him curled up in bed with a young woman who looked to be no older than eighteen. I will never understand smart men, or I should say men with intelligence. When I walked in on them, I yelled at her and told her to get the hell out of my bed and my house. She responded with a casual, ‘whatever.’ I swear to God she had the IQ of a gnat.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” I replied, and I was. Kimberly was pleasant to be around and I couldn’t understand why any man wouldn’t appreciate a beautiful mature woman such as her. I’m not a wine connoisseur by any means but I have had a few glasses of the red. I remember an older gentleman at a party my parents held once who made a comment about the vintage we were drinking. ‘fine wine, just like women; they get better as they get older.’
“Do you miss being married,” I asked looking back at her, my eyes following her hand as she flipped the blinker switch.
“A little,” she sighed sadly. “I hate sleeping alone. But about three months ago, I found a replacement for him.”
I felt my heart drop into my stomach as we rode in silence, cussing myself for assuming that even though she wasn’t wearing a ring, she might still be in a relationship.
“Well at least you found someone new,” I replied trying to think of something that would erase the slight sullen pout that had appeared on her lips.
“I just wish I could understand what he is saying when he speaks.”
My heart was already in my stomach, now I felt like someone was squeezing it. Not only did she find someone new, but he is foreign. Probably some Italian stud she sold a house to.
"As a child, I loved reading the Dick and Jane stories and I have always wanted a dog. I went to the Human Society and rescued one and named him Spot. Do you have any pets?”
“So you have a dog?” I replied. I wanted to make sure that I had heard her correctly.
“Yes, he is a sweetie. He is still a puppy so he likes to get into things.”
“I had a hamster when I was ten,” I replied, my heart jumped back into my chest where it belonged and I felt a twinge in my groin as my cock registered that it was still in the race.
“So, do you have any children?” I asked staring at her white stocking legs where they disappeared underneath her skirt, imagining a small silky triangle of red hair covering her puffy lips.
“No,” she sighed, her fingers caressing the knob of the stick shift, my cock pulsating as I watched her fingers move. “I would like to have a couple of children but my biological clock is getting ready to strike midnight and I’m not dating anyone. It would be tough getting pregnant by my self.”
“Oh,” was the best reply I could think of.
“We’re here, I’ll show you this one first,” she announced turning on to a narrow blacktop driveway.
The house was an old Victorian, two floors; the outside appeared as if it had just been painted. A hedge ran along the front of the yard, before splitting off into to separate arms disappearing along either side of the house.
“The owners are a retired couple,” Kimberly explained as she produced a key, sliding it easily into the lock on the front door. “Their kids are all grown and they spend most of their time traveling the country. The kids don’t want the house so they have decided to sell. Most of their furnishings are still here. They plan to have them moved when someone decides to buy.”
Walking into the house, I felt like I had been transported back in time to the Norman Rockwell era when life was much simpler. The foyer we entered was tastefully decorated reminding me of my grandmother’s house.
“This is the living room,” Kimberly turned and smiled at me as we left the foyer, stepping into a large room with dark thick carpet, rock fireplace, and a leather couch and chair. “Here let’s start at the other end of the house and then we’ll double back.”
As we left the living room by way of a hall that branched off from it, I found myself following a few steps behind Kimberly. Mesmerized by the sway of her dress, the light material framing her round hips and plump round bottom, I almost ran into a wall. There was something about her unpretentious steps and the fluid way she carried herself that I couldn’t help but be drawn to.
“This is the master bedroom,” she said, raising her hands like one of Barker’s Beauties on the Price is Right. “There are four other bedrooms and a basement as well.”
Clasping my hands in front of my waist, hoping she wouldn’t see my growing erection, I replied, “It is very cozy.” Then I thought to myself, cozy, what kind of man says that?
“Yes it is cozy,” she said softly, brushing her fingertips along the side of a heavy white comforter spread across a king size bed. As you will see,” her back was to me as she tugged on a closet door, “The closets are nice and deep.”
No sooner had the word deep left her lips, when the closet door began to fall backwards. I rushed to help her, as she stood underneath it, holding it at a forty five degree angle.
“Here let’s prop it up,” I said as we began to walk the closet door upright, wondering if she could feel my erection as I stood behind her pressing into her buttocks.
“So what do you think of the house so far?” she turned to me fingering her necklace once we had the door back in place.
“From what I have seen so far, I think it’s beautiful,” I said aware of my raging hard on, afraid to clasp my hands in front of my waist thus drawing attention to myself. “I think I drank too much coffee today, is there a bathroom I could use?”
“Sure,” the corners of her mouth curled into a smile, blue eyes sparkling like rays of sunshine cast across silent still waters. “Right there,” she turned sideways pointing towards a small white door that was closed.
Standing in the bathroom, I unzipped my pants, finding what I suspected. A small spot of pre cum had formed in my underwear and the head of my cock was wet. I wanted so badly to jerk off in order to ease the tension in my swollen balls. But instead, I wiped myself clean, deciding to wait until I got home. I didn’t want to make a move and frighten her, so I figured my best option was to what until I had some privacy and fantasize about this beautiful woman. Flushing the toilet, I turned and opened the door, stepping back into the bedroom.
Kimberly was standing by the bed; her ponytail had been replaced by a glorious mess of loose hair which spilled over her shoulders partially covering her chest. She was still wearing white stockings, but her dress and sweater were piled on the floor. In their place, light pink panties and a matching lace bra greeted me. Without a word, with a long thin finger, she motioned for me to come hither.
“Jeff,” she purred, as she rubbed my chest through my shirt. “It is true that I am a real estate agent, and I did get a divorce,” she began to unbutton my shirt. “But love this house is not for sale.”
“It’s not,” I managed to stammer.
“No sweetie it isn’t. This is my house.” Her right hand was slowly sliding down to my waist. “You’re not looking for a house are you?” She punctuated the word “you”, by unbuckling my Khaki’s.
“No.” I was beginning to tremble from anticipation.
“Why did you really come with me?” the blue pools of her eyes rippled as she unzipped my pants.
“I came with you because I wanted to get to know you,” I managed to say through increasing ragged breathe.
“Why do you want to get to know me,” I could feel her hands tracing the inside waistband of my pants, slipping underneath as she palmed by ass.
“Because you remind me of someone.”
“Who do I remind you of Jeff?” she whispered slipping her hands underneath the band of my underwear.
“My first girlfriend who I lost my virginity to.” I replied as Kimberly tugged my boxers over my hips and down to my knees
“Did you love her,” Kimberly stared deep into my eyes gently cupping my balls.
“Yes.” I felt my body shake from the sweet sensations of her touch.
“Do you still love her?” she studied my face, sliding her soft hand slowly up the underside of my erect penis.
“No, we were supposed to get married, but she left me.” I gasped as she slowly rubbing her thumb over the glistening head of my swollen cock.
“I’m so sorry,” she purred wrapping her hand around my swollen shaft.
“Ever since then, I have grown extremely shy when it comes to woman,” fire flared in my cheeks.
“Um honesty,” Kimberly smiled, slowly stroking my cock. “I like honest men Jeff. Do you believe in honesty?”
“Yes.” My hips bucked involuntarily.
“Well you did tell me a little white lie when you said you wanted to look at houses?” She raised a free hand and pinched one of her candy dot nipples between her thumb and index finger.
“Yes, I know I did. I was afraid to ask you out on a date.”
“Why?” she stopped in mid stroke, fingers extending, her nails tickling my balls.
“Rejection I guess.”
“I know how it feels love,” she was stroking me again. “I’m just teasing you,” she smiled as she pinched her right nipple, releasing it letting her hand slowly wander down her body, over her stomach, slipping underneath the band of her pink panties.
“Ok,” I stammered closing my eyes.
“I believe in honesty as well Jeff. Can I ask you a question?”
“Yes.” I opened my eyes slowly as if dreaming, watching her hand move over what I imagined were two lips that resembled a delicious ripe peach.
“Do I turn you on Jeff?” those blue pools were back again, melting me like a piece of chocolate on a dashboard in the summer heat.
“Yes,” I managed to groan.
Reaching behind her back, she unclasped her bra; her pear shaped breasts spilled out revealing nipples that reminded me of sticky Dot’s candy. Wrapping her arms around my naked body, her nipples probed the sparse hair on my chest, sending electric sparks straight to my groin. Whispering in my ear her hot breath sent tingles through my spine. “Slide your hands inside my panties. I want to feel your touch as you peel them of my body.”
Sliding my hands from the top of her back, her skin felt like fine crushed velvet. Slipped my fingers underneath the band of her panties, I massaged her round bottom it was hot to my touch. Kneeling, I slowly pulled them over her round hips, past her knees down to her ankles. Placing both hands on my shoulders, she braced herself as she stepped out of them. Looking up, my head was level with her pussy, covered with small triangle of soft silky red hair. Instinctively I bent my head forward, smelling the heady scent of her sex, a mixture of apricots and peaches. Parting my lips, I wanted to taste her sweetness.
“Not yet, let’s take it slow,” she whispered curling soft fingers underneath my chin. “Come lay with me,” she smiled, taking me by the hand leading me to the bed.
I lay on my back, she on her side, her legs covered in white stockings. Pulling her right leg up forming a triangle she began to slowly slide her foot along the back of her left calf. Reaching down between her legs, she closed her eyes and whimpered softly as she began to pet the silky red bush between her legs. Placing a warm hand on the side of my face Kimberly kissed me softly on the lips. I could taste her hunger as our tongues frolicked bathed in hot breath. Her fingertips gently stroking the side of my face sent pulses of electric currents racing from my head to my toes, making a stop in my balls, waves of pleasure seeping into my soul.
Closing my eyes, I could feel my body sinking into the plush material of the comforter as she straddled me, bending low to my naked body, sensuously licking my lips, languidly sliding her tongue down over my Adam’s apple dragging her long red hair across my flushed cheeks. Parting her lips, she gently bit my lower lip sucking deep.
She reminded me of a cat in heat, as she pressed her face against my chest, arching her back, her hips rising in the air sucking my left nipple into her warm mouth, the tip of her tongue tracing circles around the tip. Like an explorer charting undiscovered territory, with her fingernails, lips and tongue she bit, licked and scratched a new trail from my left to right nipple, down the middle of my stomach. I moaned as her chin brushed the underside of my cock, her tongue parting my curly dark pubic hair probing for my trembling skin.
Raking her fingernails over my thighs, I groaned, lifting my hips from the bed. Opening my eyes, my breath grew short, feeling the wetness of her sex wash over my skin as she faced me straddling my right rubbing her cunt and round buttocks on top of my leg, moaning deeply. Dipping her head to my body, a guttural groan escaped my lips as she began to rub her soft throat and cheeks along the underside of my aching cock. Throwing her head back like a wild mare rearing in an open meadow, her sultry sapphire eyes shone bright, her pale cheeks flush with passion.
“Do you want to feel my hot mouth sucking your cock?” she smiled seductively stroking me slowly, my hips slowly rising and falling to the bed.
“Fuck,” was all I could mutter.
Parting her lips, she lowered her head towards my waist wrapping her lips around my swollen cock flicking her tongue across the head, like a snake in search of prey .Closing my eyes again, I moaned, my head feeling light as if I were flying through white clouds. Savoring the flesh of my erect penis, her tongue explored the smooth skin, glistening lips sliding up and down my stiff member as if she were enjoying an Ice-Pop on a warm summer day.
Groining deep, I felt my body lift and turn as she began to lick small circles around the outer surface of my balls, gently sucking them into her mouth one by one. As her tongue continued its quest discovering uncharted territory, she stroked my cock, the tip of her tongue licking and probing the tight pucker between the cheeks of my butt.
“Does this feel good,” she said, lifting her head, a sultry smile spread across her glistening lips.
“Yes,” I groaned, the artist in me wanting her to mold me into anything she wanted.
“I am so wet for you Brain,” her husky voice flowed like music across the bed as she withdrew glistening fingers from between her legs, reaching up, shoving them between my parted lips.
“Do I taste good?” she slowly closed her long thick lashes, reminding me of a delicate porcelain doll.
“Tell me what you are thinking” she smiled tracing a circle around my right nipple, flattening her hand against my chest, the tips of her fingers slowly stroking my body.
“I want to taste you again,” I replied with shallow breath.
Rising to her hands and knees from the alcove between my legs, her nipples were harder than I remembered. Her pubic hair was a little darker; a reflection of the wetness that had flowed from the ripe fruit nestled between her thighs. Swinging her left leg over my body, she began to crawl backwards towards me her hips high in the air, blazing a trail with her tongue from my pubic hair to my navel. Lowering her round cheeks towards my face, the essence of her musky perfume swam in my head, enveloping my senses.
Spreading her round cheeks, I gently probed her wet slit, probing the pink depths of her fertile strawberry patch where the seeds of life sprout. A muffled moan escaped her lips as she began to wiggle her wet cunt on my mouth, legs shaking, white stocking clad legs clamping against the side of my head as ripples of ecstasy began to race across her pale skin.
“Suck my pussy,” Kimberly gasped sitting directly on my face, my nose poking her pink anus. “That’s my baby,” she cried out, as I gently increased the pressure of my sucking lips on her engorged clit.”
Rocking her hips back and forth rubbing her slit over my lips, on top of my nose, and across my face, I felt her fingernails scratch the skin on my legs, and her hair sweep across my cock and balls as she shuddered, licking the crevice of my navel.
“Oh fuck I’m coming,” her voice trembled. “Yes baby, lick me, fuck me with your tongue,” she screamed digging into my legs as she came like a raging river breaking through a damn, a clear waterfall of cum pouring into my mouth, over my lips and down my chin.
Collapsing on top of me, the warmth of her body felt like a blanket made of silk, wrapping me in aching pleasure. Raising herself to her hands and knees after the final waves of her ecstasy subsided; she crawled to the head of the bed collapsing on top of me in a spent pile.
“Thank you,” she whispered in my ear licking the dangling lobe. “When I was married my husband never made me come like that before.”
Kissing her forehead, my stomach did a back flip, as her fingers sensuously traced the small trail of hair leading to my pubic hair. Wrapping her warm hand around my partially erect penis, she kissed me deeply. With eyes of satiated pleasure she whispered, “I want you.”
Crawling to the edge of the bed, my head felt light. Looking down at this beautiful woman lying before me, I realized just how wrong I had been about her. When I first saw her in the coffee shop, I mistook her for a shy, demure woman. Now with her red hair scattered across white pillows, her blue eyes which has dissolved into sexual bliss and the tiny freckles dotting her cheeks, she had the appearance of a red haired goddess.
Lifting her hips from the comforter, Kimberly spread her legs, and grasped the back of her knees, pulling them slowly to her chest. The lips of her pussy slowly opened like the petals a pink flower blossoming in early spring. Placing my hands on the back of her thighs, my eyes wandered over her flush body, following the faint wisps bright red pubic hair, her bush on fire.
“Fuck me deep, Jeff. I want to feel your balls slapping against my ass, your cock pounding me, splitting me wide open, and filling me deep inside.” She slowly closed her eyes, the opend blue pools of sapphire, shining like rare jewels.
Rubbing the purple head of my engorged cock against her wet sex, Kimberly thrust her hips from the bed, inviting me to pierce her pulsating depths. Easing into her, a deep groan broke the surface of my soul, a tidal wave racing towards rocky ocean cliffs. Wanting to savor each new sensation as the muscles of her pink hole closed around my cock, I took her inch by inch the muscles of her cunt clenching me, pulling me deep inside.
“Fuck your hot,” I closed my eyes and moaned as Kimberly’s warmth spread throughout my body. Thrusting harder, I wanted to encase my entire being inside her body, staying there forever.
Wrapping her ankles around the small of my back, she lifted her head from the pillow, parting her lips, her tongue probed my ear. As we lay together arms and legs a tangle of sweat and sex our bodies began to rock in perfect rhythm, explorers of sacred ground.
Wrapping my arms around her neck, I thrust deep into her murky depths. Lifting her buttocks from the bed, she clung to my body, raking and clawing my back. The pain quickly dissolved into ripples of pleasure as we rode to the crest of our wave. Moaning, between short whimpers and gasps, she bit my neck lightly, grasping my butt, pulling me deep as she came again, shuddering in my arms.
Still inside her, I sat up on my knees, eyes drinking in her ruby skin. Quickening the intensity of my thrusts, a deep moan escaped my lips as I watched her wet slit open and close around my cock. Like a thoroughbred headed for the finish line I lowered my head, my balls growing tight.
“That’s it,” she whispered, petting my back, “Fuck me hard, cum for me.”
As the muscles of her warm sex clinched and pulled on my swollen shaft, I threw my head back, closing my eyes.
“Oh, God, I’m going to cum.” I groaned opening my eyes, staring into her blue pools of love.
“Yes, that’s it, fuck me harder,” she whimpered scratching my ass, her hips rising and falling to the bed, pulling me deep inside. “I want to feel your cum shoot deep inside me.”
Stars formed and then exploded behind my eyes as Kimberly bit my right nipple. Grunting like a bear going in for the kill, I exploded deep inside her, a river of hot lava filling her pulsating cauldron. Supporting myself on balled fists, I hung my head over the expanse of Kimberly’s naked body, feeling my heart pound deep in my chest.
“Wrap your arms around my neck,” I spoke with breathing heavy.
Holding her close, I rolled her on top of me, my cock still throbbing encased inside her. Catching our breath, I felt myself begin to wilt inside her, the petals of her sex slowly closing. Suddenly I began to laugh.
“What’s so funny,” she whispered petting my cheek.
“Well, I was just wondering. Where is your dog?”
“Spot, oh he is at my mother’s house.”
“Does she watch him while you are out showing houses?”
“No, but I knew you would be coming home with me today. I didn’t want you to catch on when we walked into the house.”
As I lay there taking in what had just transpired it dawned on me just how clever Kimberly was. As a budding artist, I always analyze my surroundings looking for interesting paintings and pictures to draw. Looking around her bedroom, and thinking back to the portions of the house I saw, I realized that there were no pictures of her, friends or family.
“Is this really your house?” I said gently stroking her head.
“Yes,” she was winding her fingers through the hair on my chest.
“Don’t you have any pictures of yourself or your family?”
“I thought of that too, she said kissing my chest. They are over there in the drawer,” she pointed towards a bureau across the room.
“So how did you know I would come here with you?”
Kimberly lifted her head from my chest and giggled like a school girl in the back seat of a car on a Friday night date. “I have been watching you?”
“You were?”
“Yes ever since the first day I decided to work on my sales projects at the coffee shop.
“Hmmm,” I continued to stroke her hair.
“I caught you staring at me and I was intrigued.” She parted her lips, kissing my right nipple. I have been watching you stare at me for the last three days.” her hands caressed my chest.
“I didn’t think you knew.”
“I knew,” she purred softly again. “I could see it in your eyes. I asked one of the waitresses at the coffee shop if she knew you. She told me all about you, a young man going to college, studying to be an artist.”
I laughed again.
“What’s so funny this time?” she murmured.
“I just remembered. I had a biology test today at 1:30.”
“Well love, if I was your professor I would say that you passed with flying colors. Are you hungry?” she whispered in my ear.
I chuckled at her creativity and how wrong I had been about her when I first saw her. Appearances can be deceiving. Smelling the scent of her hair spread across my face, my eye lids heavy, I replied, “I’m starving.”
“How does Chinese sound?” came a soft voice that was beginning to fade.
I must have agreed, because when I woke, she was walking towards the bed, dressed in a dark green bathrobe, holding a plastic takeout sack in her hand.
Ok I posted a new story on here last night looking for feedback before I send it to the other side. I have only had two people answer the call, so here is what I would like to do. Do you have a new story that needs to be read or critiqued?
I'll critique yours if you'll critique mine.
Need someone to look at punctuation, mispelled words, etc
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Prime Real Estate
Copyright @ 2003 by Scorpiosting
I had been coming to this coffee shop for as long as I could remember. First it was a small coke, than I graduated to a large cup of coffee; enough caffeine to get me through the day. After all I was pushing the ripe old age of twenty five, attending college and moonlighting as a starving artist. I didn’t just ‘hop out of bed like a spring chicken,’ anymore as my grandfather used to say.
Sitting in my usual spot, on one particular sunny spring morning, outside at a I noticed a red headed woman dressed in business suit. She was sitting by herself with a brown portfolio occasionally writing something on a piece of paper. With perfectly manicured fingernails she would click on the keypad of a small calculator, scrunch up her button nose, and then erase whatever she had previously written. Over the next few days, which soon became a week, I continued to watch her perform this ritual.
I shy by nature and have a tough time approaching woman. It has always been this way. I don’t really have any pick up lines, or goofy phrases like my friends who dangle like a worm on a hook hoping to land a fish at closing time. Gradually as each day there was something about this woman that seemed to pull me closer, holding me spellbound. First I thought maybe it was my curiosity as to what she kept writing on the pieces of paper. She reminded me of an anthropologist trying to decipher hieroglyphics without the use of the Rosetta Stone.
She was dressed in an outfit reminiscent of a stereotypical, demure schoolgirl who was quiet and shy, and you never really could tell what was going on in her mind. Her outfit consisted of white stockings, a light pink dress with subdued flowers, and a matching sweater which buttoned up the front. Her fire engine red hair was pulled back into a long straight ponytail held in place by a brown barrette. Loose ringlets cascaded down over her shoulders, the ends licking at full breasts that a new born babe or any man with half a libido would kill to sup from or curl up and smother between. More than anything else there was something about her eyes. Her eyes were as soft and deep as blue sapphire. Eyes that you made you want to swan dive into and swim laps until you were tired, curling up in a corner safe from the world.
As I studied her, I wondered how long it had been since her sensuous, lips had felt a man’s touch, or the tip of a probing tongue. Watching her sip her coffee, I thought about a rumor I had heard once. The lips on a woman’s face a true mirror image of the heavenly pink slit between their legs? Sipping my coffee, I watched as her fingers played with a small pearl necklace hanging around her neck. Each time she gently pulled or fingered the beads, the curve at the bottom of the string would appear than disappear behind the top of her sweater. Watching her, I thought of something else that would fit nicely sliding underneath that top button.
Psyching myself up for action, I thought of to my first girlfriend. She was the first girl I had ever kissed, the first girl I ever slept with, and the girl I lost my virginity to. Although we were young, we had our life planned out; we had charted a roadmap to tranquility. That is until the day she left me standing at the altar. The last time I saw her she was bottle blond smiling on the front of Cosmo. Mustering as much courage as I could, I picked up my steaming cup and began to walk towards her table. Hell I figured what did I have to loose? If she walked away maybe I would see her again sans conservative business suit on the cover of the latest issue of some bondage magazine like Equus Eroticus, or Heavy Rubber.
“Mind if I join you,” I smiled, fear gnawing at my belly before the words even escaped my lips, stopping in front of her table.
“Sure,” she smiled softly, topaz eyes sparkling behind long thick lashes blinking in slow motion.
“I don’t mean to pry, but I’m curious. I have been watching you over the past few days. I couldn’t help but notice that you keep writing something on various pieces of paper, frowning, than erasing what you had just written.” I pointed to the neatly printed numbers on the papers in front of her.
“Oh this,” there was a soft lilt in her voice, as she fingered the pencil, touching the erasure end on a piece of paper in front of her. “These figures are next month’s sales projections.”
Ok dumb ass I thought to myself. That was the worse come on ever uttered in the history of mankind.
“Sales?” I smiled staring at her chest, imagining pink nipples as hard and erect as sticky Dot’s candy.
“Yes, I just became a real estate agent. I’m trying to set some goals for myself.”
“Hmmm,” I smiled again, eyes focused on her lips, feeling a warm twinge in my groin.
“Lips, I mean houses?” I stammered blinking away the image of my cock sliding in and out of her mouth.
“Yes,” she batted her eye lashes, tracing the rim of her cup with the tip of a delicate finger
“Well it just so happens I am in the market.” I lied.
“Oh really,” she smiled looking down into her cup, as if in thought. As I watched her finger reverse course, I fantasized about how many times her lithe fingers had circled her erect nipples, the head of an engorged penis, or probed the slit of her pink sex.
“Are you free this afternoon?” she lifted her eyes to mine, fingering one of the long curls cascading down the side of her face.
“Sure, I’m free,” I lied again, thinking of the biology test I had at 1:30.
“Meet me here at 1:00,” she fingered a narrow gold watch wrapped around a freckled wrist, pink nails framing the face. “I have some houses I would love to show you.”
“By the way,” I smiled, “My name is Jeff. I am really bad about introducing myself.”
“Kimberly,” she smiled lightly touching my arm before taking my hand.
Later that afternoon, as we had planned, I met Kimberly outside the coffee shop. As we were driving to the first piece of real estate she was to show me, we made small but revealing talk.
“So Jeff, while you’re not studying for college exams, or drawing, do you have time to date?”
I have to admit her question did catch me a little off guard. This was one of the last things that I thought an older woman would ask me. Then again I figured that maybe like my mother, she was the type of woman who liked to hear about young people falling in love and living happily ever after.
“No,” I replied, I don’t date much afraid to reveal the real reason why.
“That’s a shame,” she reached over and patted my thigh. “You’re a very handsome young man. I would think with all of those young single college girls on campus, you would hit it off with them and have them beating down your door.”
I sat staring out of the windshield not quite sure how to reply. I was flattered by the comment, but I quickly dismissed it as a sales tactic to keep me interested in possibly buying a house. I had notice in the coffee shop that she wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. I figured that now was a good time to ask her about her love life. Anymore even though some people choose not to wear a wedding ring you just don’t know.
“Are you married?” I asked turning my head just in time to see her brush a red curly lock behind her ear.
“I was that is until about six months ago. My husband, ex-husband I mean decided that he wanted to sample forbidden fruit. I arrived home early one day to find him curled up in bed with a young woman who looked to be no older than eighteen. I will never understand smart men, or I should say men with intelligence. When I walked in on them, I yelled at her and told her to get the hell out of my bed and my house. She responded with a casual, ‘whatever.’ I swear to God she had the IQ of a gnat.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” I replied, and I was. Kimberly was pleasant to be around and I couldn’t understand why any man wouldn’t appreciate a beautiful mature woman such as her. I’m not a wine connoisseur by any means but I have had a few glasses of the red. I remember an older gentleman at a party my parents held once who made a comment about the vintage we were drinking. ‘fine wine, just like women; they get better as they get older.’
“Do you miss being married,” I asked looking back at her, my eyes following her hand as she flipped the blinker switch.
“A little,” she sighed sadly. “I hate sleeping alone. But about three months ago, I found a replacement for him.”
I felt my heart drop into my stomach as we rode in silence, cussing myself for assuming that even though she wasn’t wearing a ring, she might still be in a relationship.
“Well at least you found someone new,” I replied trying to think of something that would erase the slight sullen pout that had appeared on her lips.
“I just wish I could understand what he is saying when he speaks.”
My heart was already in my stomach, now I felt like someone was squeezing it. Not only did she find someone new, but he is foreign. Probably some Italian stud she sold a house to.
"As a child, I loved reading the Dick and Jane stories and I have always wanted a dog. I went to the Human Society and rescued one and named him Spot. Do you have any pets?”
“So you have a dog?” I replied. I wanted to make sure that I had heard her correctly.
“Yes, he is a sweetie. He is still a puppy so he likes to get into things.”
“I had a hamster when I was ten,” I replied, my heart jumped back into my chest where it belonged and I felt a twinge in my groin as my cock registered that it was still in the race.
“So, do you have any children?” I asked staring at her white stocking legs where they disappeared underneath her skirt, imagining a small silky triangle of red hair covering her puffy lips.
“No,” she sighed, her fingers caressing the knob of the stick shift, my cock pulsating as I watched her fingers move. “I would like to have a couple of children but my biological clock is getting ready to strike midnight and I’m not dating anyone. It would be tough getting pregnant by my self.”
“Oh,” was the best reply I could think of.
“We’re here, I’ll show you this one first,” she announced turning on to a narrow blacktop driveway.
The house was an old Victorian, two floors; the outside appeared as if it had just been painted. A hedge ran along the front of the yard, before splitting off into to separate arms disappearing along either side of the house.
“The owners are a retired couple,” Kimberly explained as she produced a key, sliding it easily into the lock on the front door. “Their kids are all grown and they spend most of their time traveling the country. The kids don’t want the house so they have decided to sell. Most of their furnishings are still here. They plan to have them moved when someone decides to buy.”
Walking into the house, I felt like I had been transported back in time to the Norman Rockwell era when life was much simpler. The foyer we entered was tastefully decorated reminding me of my grandmother’s house.
“This is the living room,” Kimberly turned and smiled at me as we left the foyer, stepping into a large room with dark thick carpet, rock fireplace, and a leather couch and chair. “Here let’s start at the other end of the house and then we’ll double back.”
As we left the living room by way of a hall that branched off from it, I found myself following a few steps behind Kimberly. Mesmerized by the sway of her dress, the light material framing her round hips and plump round bottom, I almost ran into a wall. There was something about her unpretentious steps and the fluid way she carried herself that I couldn’t help but be drawn to.
“This is the master bedroom,” she said, raising her hands like one of Barker’s Beauties on the Price is Right. “There are four other bedrooms and a basement as well.”
Clasping my hands in front of my waist, hoping she wouldn’t see my growing erection, I replied, “It is very cozy.” Then I thought to myself, cozy, what kind of man says that?
“Yes it is cozy,” she said softly, brushing her fingertips along the side of a heavy white comforter spread across a king size bed. As you will see,” her back was to me as she tugged on a closet door, “The closets are nice and deep.”
No sooner had the word deep left her lips, when the closet door began to fall backwards. I rushed to help her, as she stood underneath it, holding it at a forty five degree angle.
“Here let’s prop it up,” I said as we began to walk the closet door upright, wondering if she could feel my erection as I stood behind her pressing into her buttocks.
“So what do you think of the house so far?” she turned to me fingering her necklace once we had the door back in place.
“From what I have seen so far, I think it’s beautiful,” I said aware of my raging hard on, afraid to clasp my hands in front of my waist thus drawing attention to myself. “I think I drank too much coffee today, is there a bathroom I could use?”
“Sure,” the corners of her mouth curled into a smile, blue eyes sparkling like rays of sunshine cast across silent still waters. “Right there,” she turned sideways pointing towards a small white door that was closed.
Standing in the bathroom, I unzipped my pants, finding what I suspected. A small spot of pre cum had formed in my underwear and the head of my cock was wet. I wanted so badly to jerk off in order to ease the tension in my swollen balls. But instead, I wiped myself clean, deciding to wait until I got home. I didn’t want to make a move and frighten her, so I figured my best option was to what until I had some privacy and fantasize about this beautiful woman. Flushing the toilet, I turned and opened the door, stepping back into the bedroom.
Kimberly was standing by the bed; her ponytail had been replaced by a glorious mess of loose hair which spilled over her shoulders partially covering her chest. She was still wearing white stockings, but her dress and sweater were piled on the floor. In their place, light pink panties and a matching lace bra greeted me. Without a word, with a long thin finger, she motioned for me to come hither.
“Jeff,” she purred, as she rubbed my chest through my shirt. “It is true that I am a real estate agent, and I did get a divorce,” she began to unbutton my shirt. “But love this house is not for sale.”
“It’s not,” I managed to stammer.
“No sweetie it isn’t. This is my house.” Her right hand was slowly sliding down to my waist. “You’re not looking for a house are you?” She punctuated the word “you”, by unbuckling my Khaki’s.
“No.” I was beginning to tremble from anticipation.
“Why did you really come with me?” the blue pools of her eyes rippled as she unzipped my pants.
“I came with you because I wanted to get to know you,” I managed to say through increasing ragged breathe.
“Why do you want to get to know me,” I could feel her hands tracing the inside waistband of my pants, slipping underneath as she palmed by ass.
“Because you remind me of someone.”
“Who do I remind you of Jeff?” she whispered slipping her hands underneath the band of my underwear.
“My first girlfriend who I lost my virginity to.” I replied as Kimberly tugged my boxers over my hips and down to my knees
“Did you love her,” Kimberly stared deep into my eyes gently cupping my balls.
“Yes.” I felt my body shake from the sweet sensations of her touch.
“Do you still love her?” she studied my face, sliding her soft hand slowly up the underside of my erect penis.
“No, we were supposed to get married, but she left me.” I gasped as she slowly rubbing her thumb over the glistening head of my swollen cock.
“I’m so sorry,” she purred wrapping her hand around my swollen shaft.
“Ever since then, I have grown extremely shy when it comes to woman,” fire flared in my cheeks.
“Um honesty,” Kimberly smiled, slowly stroking my cock. “I like honest men Jeff. Do you believe in honesty?”
“Yes.” My hips bucked involuntarily.
“Well you did tell me a little white lie when you said you wanted to look at houses?” She raised a free hand and pinched one of her candy dot nipples between her thumb and index finger.
“Yes, I know I did. I was afraid to ask you out on a date.”
“Why?” she stopped in mid stroke, fingers extending, her nails tickling my balls.
“Rejection I guess.”
“I know how it feels love,” she was stroking me again. “I’m just teasing you,” she smiled as she pinched her right nipple, releasing it letting her hand slowly wander down her body, over her stomach, slipping underneath the band of her pink panties.
“Ok,” I stammered closing my eyes.
“I believe in honesty as well Jeff. Can I ask you a question?”
“Yes.” I opened my eyes slowly as if dreaming, watching her hand move over what I imagined were two lips that resembled a delicious ripe peach.
“Do I turn you on Jeff?” those blue pools were back again, melting me like a piece of chocolate on a dashboard in the summer heat.
“Yes,” I managed to groan.
Reaching behind her back, she unclasped her bra; her pear shaped breasts spilled out revealing nipples that reminded me of sticky Dot’s candy. Wrapping her arms around my naked body, her nipples probed the sparse hair on my chest, sending electric sparks straight to my groin. Whispering in my ear her hot breath sent tingles through my spine. “Slide your hands inside my panties. I want to feel your touch as you peel them of my body.”
Sliding my hands from the top of her back, her skin felt like fine crushed velvet. Slipped my fingers underneath the band of her panties, I massaged her round bottom it was hot to my touch. Kneeling, I slowly pulled them over her round hips, past her knees down to her ankles. Placing both hands on my shoulders, she braced herself as she stepped out of them. Looking up, my head was level with her pussy, covered with small triangle of soft silky red hair. Instinctively I bent my head forward, smelling the heady scent of her sex, a mixture of apricots and peaches. Parting my lips, I wanted to taste her sweetness.
“Not yet, let’s take it slow,” she whispered curling soft fingers underneath my chin. “Come lay with me,” she smiled, taking me by the hand leading me to the bed.
I lay on my back, she on her side, her legs covered in white stockings. Pulling her right leg up forming a triangle she began to slowly slide her foot along the back of her left calf. Reaching down between her legs, she closed her eyes and whimpered softly as she began to pet the silky red bush between her legs. Placing a warm hand on the side of my face Kimberly kissed me softly on the lips. I could taste her hunger as our tongues frolicked bathed in hot breath. Her fingertips gently stroking the side of my face sent pulses of electric currents racing from my head to my toes, making a stop in my balls, waves of pleasure seeping into my soul.
Closing my eyes, I could feel my body sinking into the plush material of the comforter as she straddled me, bending low to my naked body, sensuously licking my lips, languidly sliding her tongue down over my Adam’s apple dragging her long red hair across my flushed cheeks. Parting her lips, she gently bit my lower lip sucking deep.
She reminded me of a cat in heat, as she pressed her face against my chest, arching her back, her hips rising in the air sucking my left nipple into her warm mouth, the tip of her tongue tracing circles around the tip. Like an explorer charting undiscovered territory, with her fingernails, lips and tongue she bit, licked and scratched a new trail from my left to right nipple, down the middle of my stomach. I moaned as her chin brushed the underside of my cock, her tongue parting my curly dark pubic hair probing for my trembling skin.
Raking her fingernails over my thighs, I groaned, lifting my hips from the bed. Opening my eyes, my breath grew short, feeling the wetness of her sex wash over my skin as she faced me straddling my right rubbing her cunt and round buttocks on top of my leg, moaning deeply. Dipping her head to my body, a guttural groan escaped my lips as she began to rub her soft throat and cheeks along the underside of my aching cock. Throwing her head back like a wild mare rearing in an open meadow, her sultry sapphire eyes shone bright, her pale cheeks flush with passion.
“Do you want to feel my hot mouth sucking your cock?” she smiled seductively stroking me slowly, my hips slowly rising and falling to the bed.
“Fuck,” was all I could mutter.
Parting her lips, she lowered her head towards my waist wrapping her lips around my swollen cock flicking her tongue across the head, like a snake in search of prey .Closing my eyes again, I moaned, my head feeling light as if I were flying through white clouds. Savoring the flesh of my erect penis, her tongue explored the smooth skin, glistening lips sliding up and down my stiff member as if she were enjoying an Ice-Pop on a warm summer day.
Groining deep, I felt my body lift and turn as she began to lick small circles around the outer surface of my balls, gently sucking them into her mouth one by one. As her tongue continued its quest discovering uncharted territory, she stroked my cock, the tip of her tongue licking and probing the tight pucker between the cheeks of my butt.
“Does this feel good,” she said, lifting her head, a sultry smile spread across her glistening lips.
“Yes,” I groaned, the artist in me wanting her to mold me into anything she wanted.
“I am so wet for you Brain,” her husky voice flowed like music across the bed as she withdrew glistening fingers from between her legs, reaching up, shoving them between my parted lips.
“Do I taste good?” she slowly closed her long thick lashes, reminding me of a delicate porcelain doll.
“Tell me what you are thinking” she smiled tracing a circle around my right nipple, flattening her hand against my chest, the tips of her fingers slowly stroking my body.
“I want to taste you again,” I replied with shallow breath.
Rising to her hands and knees from the alcove between my legs, her nipples were harder than I remembered. Her pubic hair was a little darker; a reflection of the wetness that had flowed from the ripe fruit nestled between her thighs. Swinging her left leg over my body, she began to crawl backwards towards me her hips high in the air, blazing a trail with her tongue from my pubic hair to my navel. Lowering her round cheeks towards my face, the essence of her musky perfume swam in my head, enveloping my senses.
Spreading her round cheeks, I gently probed her wet slit, probing the pink depths of her fertile strawberry patch where the seeds of life sprout. A muffled moan escaped her lips as she began to wiggle her wet cunt on my mouth, legs shaking, white stocking clad legs clamping against the side of my head as ripples of ecstasy began to race across her pale skin.
“Suck my pussy,” Kimberly gasped sitting directly on my face, my nose poking her pink anus. “That’s my baby,” she cried out, as I gently increased the pressure of my sucking lips on her engorged clit.”
Rocking her hips back and forth rubbing her slit over my lips, on top of my nose, and across my face, I felt her fingernails scratch the skin on my legs, and her hair sweep across my cock and balls as she shuddered, licking the crevice of my navel.
“Oh fuck I’m coming,” her voice trembled. “Yes baby, lick me, fuck me with your tongue,” she screamed digging into my legs as she came like a raging river breaking through a damn, a clear waterfall of cum pouring into my mouth, over my lips and down my chin.
Collapsing on top of me, the warmth of her body felt like a blanket made of silk, wrapping me in aching pleasure. Raising herself to her hands and knees after the final waves of her ecstasy subsided; she crawled to the head of the bed collapsing on top of me in a spent pile.
“Thank you,” she whispered in my ear licking the dangling lobe. “When I was married my husband never made me come like that before.”
Kissing her forehead, my stomach did a back flip, as her fingers sensuously traced the small trail of hair leading to my pubic hair. Wrapping her warm hand around my partially erect penis, she kissed me deeply. With eyes of satiated pleasure she whispered, “I want you.”
Crawling to the edge of the bed, my head felt light. Looking down at this beautiful woman lying before me, I realized just how wrong I had been about her. When I first saw her in the coffee shop, I mistook her for a shy, demure woman. Now with her red hair scattered across white pillows, her blue eyes which has dissolved into sexual bliss and the tiny freckles dotting her cheeks, she had the appearance of a red haired goddess.
Lifting her hips from the comforter, Kimberly spread her legs, and grasped the back of her knees, pulling them slowly to her chest. The lips of her pussy slowly opened like the petals a pink flower blossoming in early spring. Placing my hands on the back of her thighs, my eyes wandered over her flush body, following the faint wisps bright red pubic hair, her bush on fire.
“Fuck me deep, Jeff. I want to feel your balls slapping against my ass, your cock pounding me, splitting me wide open, and filling me deep inside.” She slowly closed her eyes, the opend blue pools of sapphire, shining like rare jewels.
Rubbing the purple head of my engorged cock against her wet sex, Kimberly thrust her hips from the bed, inviting me to pierce her pulsating depths. Easing into her, a deep groan broke the surface of my soul, a tidal wave racing towards rocky ocean cliffs. Wanting to savor each new sensation as the muscles of her pink hole closed around my cock, I took her inch by inch the muscles of her cunt clenching me, pulling me deep inside.
“Fuck your hot,” I closed my eyes and moaned as Kimberly’s warmth spread throughout my body. Thrusting harder, I wanted to encase my entire being inside her body, staying there forever.
Wrapping her ankles around the small of my back, she lifted her head from the pillow, parting her lips, her tongue probed my ear. As we lay together arms and legs a tangle of sweat and sex our bodies began to rock in perfect rhythm, explorers of sacred ground.
Wrapping my arms around her neck, I thrust deep into her murky depths. Lifting her buttocks from the bed, she clung to my body, raking and clawing my back. The pain quickly dissolved into ripples of pleasure as we rode to the crest of our wave. Moaning, between short whimpers and gasps, she bit my neck lightly, grasping my butt, pulling me deep as she came again, shuddering in my arms.
Still inside her, I sat up on my knees, eyes drinking in her ruby skin. Quickening the intensity of my thrusts, a deep moan escaped my lips as I watched her wet slit open and close around my cock. Like a thoroughbred headed for the finish line I lowered my head, my balls growing tight.
“That’s it,” she whispered, petting my back, “Fuck me hard, cum for me.”
As the muscles of her warm sex clinched and pulled on my swollen shaft, I threw my head back, closing my eyes.
“Oh, God, I’m going to cum.” I groaned opening my eyes, staring into her blue pools of love.
“Yes, that’s it, fuck me harder,” she whimpered scratching my ass, her hips rising and falling to the bed, pulling me deep inside. “I want to feel your cum shoot deep inside me.”
Stars formed and then exploded behind my eyes as Kimberly bit my right nipple. Grunting like a bear going in for the kill, I exploded deep inside her, a river of hot lava filling her pulsating cauldron. Supporting myself on balled fists, I hung my head over the expanse of Kimberly’s naked body, feeling my heart pound deep in my chest.
“Wrap your arms around my neck,” I spoke with breathing heavy.
Holding her close, I rolled her on top of me, my cock still throbbing encased inside her. Catching our breath, I felt myself begin to wilt inside her, the petals of her sex slowly closing. Suddenly I began to laugh.
“What’s so funny,” she whispered petting my cheek.
“Well, I was just wondering. Where is your dog?”
“Spot, oh he is at my mother’s house.”
“Does she watch him while you are out showing houses?”
“No, but I knew you would be coming home with me today. I didn’t want you to catch on when we walked into the house.”
As I lay there taking in what had just transpired it dawned on me just how clever Kimberly was. As a budding artist, I always analyze my surroundings looking for interesting paintings and pictures to draw. Looking around her bedroom, and thinking back to the portions of the house I saw, I realized that there were no pictures of her, friends or family.
“Is this really your house?” I said gently stroking her head.
“Yes,” she was winding her fingers through the hair on my chest.
“Don’t you have any pictures of yourself or your family?”
“I thought of that too, she said kissing my chest. They are over there in the drawer,” she pointed towards a bureau across the room.
“So how did you know I would come here with you?”
Kimberly lifted her head from my chest and giggled like a school girl in the back seat of a car on a Friday night date. “I have been watching you?”
“You were?”
“Yes ever since the first day I decided to work on my sales projects at the coffee shop.
“Hmmm,” I continued to stroke her hair.
“I caught you staring at me and I was intrigued.” She parted her lips, kissing my right nipple. I have been watching you stare at me for the last three days.” her hands caressed my chest.
“I didn’t think you knew.”
“I knew,” she purred softly again. “I could see it in your eyes. I asked one of the waitresses at the coffee shop if she knew you. She told me all about you, a young man going to college, studying to be an artist.”
I laughed again.
“What’s so funny this time?” she murmured.
“I just remembered. I had a biology test today at 1:30.”
“Well love, if I was your professor I would say that you passed with flying colors. Are you hungry?” she whispered in my ear.
I chuckled at her creativity and how wrong I had been about her when I first saw her. Appearances can be deceiving. Smelling the scent of her hair spread across my face, my eye lids heavy, I replied, “I’m starving.”
“How does Chinese sound?” came a soft voice that was beginning to fade.
I must have agreed, because when I woke, she was walking towards the bed, dressed in a dark green bathrobe, holding a plastic takeout sack in her hand.
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