It was a hot day the sun beat down on me. Beads of sweat ran down between my breasts & even the loose cotton skirt seemed to stick to my thighs. A sticky wet patch from my crotch seeped onto the back of my skirt & despite the heat was slow to dry. I like to watch guys in the park all kinds of them. The guys walking their dogs who took courage from the company of their mutt gave a sideways flirtatious glance but scuttled off quickly when my eyes met theirs. The groups of lads playing football – very brave & loud in their little pack but no balls really.Then there were the guys with their wives & girlfriends these I liked best of all. A little too afraid to look in a brazen way yet I knew they wanted it.
The heat made me even more horny than usual. My fuck radar was on overdrive someone was fucking getting it. I strolled around the garden flower beds apart from older men far too interested in the wildlife – no one that made me throb was about I wanted young blood. I walked by the pond mostly couples with babies in pushchairs. My juices were flowing but I wasn’t optimistic of success. I headed to the public toilets to do it myself.And there he was a sweet faced young guy just coming out of the mens toilet. I clocked him straight away approached immediately & asked for a light. He obliged then went to walk away.
Please dont go….I need some help…..I have been strung by a wasp & wondered if you would take a look & help me to apply some spray….The lad scanned around nervously…I am waiting for my girlfriend…Please… it wont take a minute…….but you will have to come into the ladies loo…the sting is in a private place & I don’t want to be embarrassed outside.The colour drained from his face but being a kind soul he agreed asking, Will it take long I really am in a hurry.
It wont take long at all……I smiled to myself?
The boss’ daughter settled in well. For a couple of weeks following her sexual initiation – she was a little coy. She worked very hard – was especially efficient – but she never mentioned the events of that night. Every once in a while I caught her looking at me when she thought I didn’t see her. Brief sideways glances – her face a little confused. I imagined she was embarrassed but I hoped when she remembered her awakening – her pants would be damp. Most of all I hoped that I had left her wanting more – hungry. Her coyness both infuriated me & turned me on. I wasn’t sure if this little vixen was genuinely embarrassed or if she was deliberately playing the little girl lost to drive me even wilder with desire. I was damned if I was going to make it easy for her – she would have to make the first move next time. I wanted the memory of what we had done to prompt her to come to me – to ask – to beg for more. I had plans for this girl – dirty plans. Her journey had hardly begun.
As for me – the images in my mind were a vivid as ever. I had lived off them for what felt like an eternity. Her initial apprehension – the first time I touched her – the way after a little licking her tight lips opened to greet my tongue – the small drops of wet trickling down her cunt – giving way to masses of shiny sweet juice. Night after night as I wanked myself to sleep – I relived it. The velvety feel of the inside of her tight cunt the first time I probed her & the look of sheer fear on her face as she came. These images tipped me over the edge to powerful orgasm every time I called them up – I hardly needed to touch myself. Man I was sure I could almost come only the memory alone. But I was becoming impatient.
We all worked like Trojans – the hours we put in were immense – the activity & sense of focus in the office was beyond anything I could remember. Though the bonuses we would get if we pulled this off – were massive & bar sex – money is a great motivator. Presenting the proposal was tense – I was nervous as hell – but I brought my cute little apprentice with me. My brief after all had been to expose her to all aspects of the business & though it irked me to admit it – I had given her a lot of menial tasks. I told her just to watch & learn. Her eyes flashed in recognition – hadn’t I said that before? My performance in the board room was fantastic – they were a tough group to convince & once or twice I struggled. Then just before I wound up – my cute little helper piped up. I could feel my blood pressure rise – I had told her to say nothing – to keep quite.
But this babe delivered like a true professional & unless I was mistaken – she called upon her sexual charm to convince the bunch of uptight wankers to go with us. Waiting outside the boardroom while they considered – I looked at her knowingly. She smiled back – straightened her blouse & gently brushed my tits as she moved by. One day this woman would be a mover – competition for me. The outcome – we won the bid. The celebrations after these things were great. Crates of champagne – everyone letting their hair down – a real no holds barred party. Me I had only two things on my mind. Rediscovering the feel of her pussy & sacking the lazy smart assed wanker who had contributed little.
I had intended to do the latter first – but fuck my juices were flowing & when I stepped away from the celebrations into my office for a moment & saw her sitting there – my priorities shifted. The look on her face told me that she wanted me too. Wasting no time I took her hands & stood her up. Slowly opening her buttons to reveal her pert tits – I looked at her intensely. Making no move to touch her I waited – watched. “Touch me” she muttered. Man I had wanted to hear that for weeks. Taking her nipples in my mouth – her breathing quickened – her nipples hardened in my mouth. This shy girl had blossomed in more ways than one & would you believe it – she took the lead – gave the orders.
Like choosing a holiday viewing houses starts off with great excitement. Trawling the paper & internet making shortlists all initially bring such exhilaration. You start imagining being on that beach with its rich turquoise water or creating a culinary masterpiece in that contemporary kitchen. As you continue on the quest you find the hotel you want is fully booked the beach is shingle not sand & the reviews are less than favourable. Its been a bit that way with the house quest. Sometime its clear before you walk in that it isn’t right.
More often then not thought its the estate agents that cause the most hassle. Smug pompous upstarts that think they are real men when mostly – they are just wee boys. All you want them to do is open the door & let you take a bloody look around the house. But no they give you all the bullshit spiel about the fittings the oak flooring etc.
So after months of house hunting wasting time looking at houses that had they told the truth about I would never have bothered to view my tolerance was at particularly low ebb. That day an agent called to tell me about a house that was just what I was looking for an absolute must he said. I arranged to meet him there after work.
I had a bitch of a day busy as hell nothing went quite right & really all I wanted to do was go home soak in a bath & fuck my man senseless. Though I have to admit having pissed off to a stag night – he hadnt actually helped my mood. I could imagine it all – too much beer all lads talk & stuffing fivers in the knickers of sluts in seedy strip joints seemed crazy – when he could be home fucking me. His loss? The traffic was dreadful the rain beat against the windscreen & making it across town in time for the viewing was such a rush. I made it only a few minutes late.
The house was in darkness & no one was there. I waited in the car for 20 minutes before the agent finally weighed in. I tell you I was livid.
I hadn’t seen this guy before he must have been new. Certainly if his attire was anything to go by the boy was certainly trying to look the part. He must have taken a mortgage to buy his suit. A bit too glitzy for my taste & the smell of aftershave overpowered me.
Please I thought silently to myself keep it brief & cut the bullshit. But true to form he launched into agent speak before we had got through the front door. Did I want to hear about the original features like hell I didn’t. I just wanted to look in each room & get the hell home. If my man wasn’t there my dildo sure was & I needed an orgasm before sleep. Why change the habit of a lifetime? Looking at the young guy I found myself though irked feeling quite sorry for him. He had to say his bit & I guess I had to listen. As we carried on through the house I realised that while it may have potential it was not the must see I had been promised. So I turned off looked at what I need to & let him carry on.
As we completed the tour he was keen to know my impressions & seemed quite desperate that I make an offer. Explaining that it was okay but not for me I watched as his expression changed from enthusiastic to absolute disappointment. The boy was glum. He sat down on the dining room chair his head dropped to his hands & he sighed. Turns out that he hadn’t made a sale in 6 months this was his final chance. If he didn’t sell this house to me he was out of a job. He pleaded & begged that I make an offer. The bottom line was that the boy was willing to do anything to make a sale. The onslaught continued it seems I was his last chance & again he reiterated that he would do whatever I wanted if only would consider it.
My libido & conscious had been having an argument since the begging started. After all a cute young guy – still wet behind the ears offering whatever I wanted just so long as his kept his job was too much for me. As my head went into overdrive & my pussy began to throb I realised that while I was a sympathetic woman I was hornier that I would ever be sympathetic.As I met his gaze he understood that it wasn’t the practical stuff like getting me a good mortgage deal or repairing my car I had in mind. The boys face flushed he wriggled in the seat & stammered a bit. So – how was I going to play this I pondered though only briefly. Having the upper hand with an estate agent was such a novelty I knew I would milk this boy dry & there was no place for coyness that night.