A couple weekends ago, I visited an open house a few miles from my apartment. When I got there, I couldn’t help but notice the realtor. Early 30’s, naturally tan skin, wavy hair with blonde highlights. She had bright red lipstick, a pierced septum and I could see a tattoo on her forearm. She was edgy, but well put-together. An absolute dream.
After about 15 minutes at the open house, I’d seen enough and was ready to leave. Before leaving, I made some small talk in the kitchen with her. Somewhere between talking business, I awkwardly blurted something about having the place to ourselves with some sort of thinly-veiled innuendos. While she laughed off my advance, I noticed the wedding ring on her hand, so I didn’t press any further. I’m sure she was used to a little flirting.
Later the following week, she texted me about a new listing in the area, asking if I was interested in looking. We set up a walkthrough a few days later.
When we walked in the front door, the kitchen was to the left. I walked ahead to the dining room overlooking the living room area and turned back to see her leaned back against the kitchen island, scrolling on her phone. I walked back to the kitchen, standing on the other side of the island and she followed me with her eyes.
With her body leaned against the island and her tan legs angled forward from a black skirt, she said “what do you think?” Something about her eyes made me feel like she wasn’t asking about the house. I nodded and kept scanning the rooms that I could see. Then in a playful tone, she mentioned how we had the place to ourselves.
I could never describe the face, but I’m sure we’ve all seen it. The, “I’m waiting. Make your move” face. I drew closer to her, waiting to see if I had misread the cue. She stood higher, flipped her hair back with her head and licked her lips, keeping her hands grasping the counter behind her. I leaned in closer. Same expression. So I went in for it.
As soon as my lips touched hers, she put her hand on my hip and pulled me in. She was breathing heavily, subtly gyrating her hips against mine. One of my hands stayed around the back of her neck while the other explored her body, moving from her thighs, to her hips, and up her torso.
A few minutes in and there were no signs of slowing down. I untucked her shirt and ran my hands up the front. I started massaging her breasts, then slid my hand inside one of the cups in her bra, being surprised with a pierced nipple. I rubbed it and her breaths got deeper with a quiet, humming moan. I picked her up onto the granite countertop, her legs now wrapped around me.
As she went to hold herself upright on the countertop, I heard her wedding ring make a distinct sound against the granite. I reached down and started to unhook my belt. She shimmied her body, bringing her skirt up around her waist, revealing her thin black panties. I started rubbing her pussy over her panties. I could feel the wet heat radiating from them.
I pulled my pants down, leaving my briefs up, with my hard cock protruding out. I pulled her in closer and rubbed it against her. Still no signs of stopping. At last I dropped my briefs around my feet. She started stroking it immediately, so I pulled her panties to the side.
I ran my cock up her lips, then back down before sliding my head in. She let out a sharp moan. I pulled it out, then slowly slid it in further, allowing her juices to coat it with each move. At last, our pelvises were touching. The angle wasn’t comfortable, but it was manageable on my tip-toes. Holding her panties aside, I rubbed her clit with my thumb.
Her right hand was placed behind her to hold herself upright on the countertop. Her left arm was around the back of my neck for support. I could see her hand in my peripheral. Her ring would often catch the light. The uncomfortable angle of the tall counter was getting unbearable. I couldn’t generate the power I wanted to. So I managed to kick my socks, pants, and underwear from around my ankles.
While staying inside her, I picked her up and turned out bodies around, laying her on the dining room table which was much lower. Her legs spread wide while I grabbed her hips thrusting harder and deeper than before. She was dripping wet, my cock covered in her cream. With some assistance from her, I lifted her shirt up and unhooked her bra, revealing her large, dark, pierced areolas. My absolute favorite. Underneath her breasts she had a large ornamental tattoo that cupped the contours of her chest. I was hypnotized by her tits bouncing while I ravaged her pussy.
Eventually, we made it to a couch in the nearby living room, where she rode me, allowing me to taste those hypnotizing nipples. While they bounced in my face. I felt myself getting closer to climaxing. “I’m gonna cum” I whispered in her ear while kissing her neck. She rode faster and harder. At the first shot of cum, deep inside her, she let out a “mmm,” shrouded with a giggle of satisfaction. At least a dozen more shots filled her sweet pussy. When she dismounted, it dripped heavily from her. She cupped it with her hand and shuffled to the bathroom giggling all the way.
I can only imagine what her husband would have thought seeing my cock sliding out of her, while ounces of my seed dripped from her. It’s my pussy now. I’ve claimed it. There’s nothing he can change about that. We have more houses to see, too.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/ehlyn2/im_m_hot_for_my_realtor_f
Exciting story! Well told with lots of detail too!