[MF] How I almost railed the realtor

I was driving up to the house at the end of the street. Two and a half floors, a little bit of a rusty outside, but looking very solid, just like in the ad. A small parking spot in the front was inviting me, the garage on the side being occupied with two Mercedes, one offroad and the other one sporty.

After parking my car in the free spot, I put up my mask, take a look around and a deep breath, get my notepad, and off we go. This visit could be huge, the first one since the pandemic started. A chance to get out of the garbage apartment we currently lived in. A chance to get a garden, get a dog, maybe even a child. But first things first, I snap back to reality, let’s see what this house actually has to offer. I ring the bell.

‘Hello, is that you?’, a gorgeous woman yells from the top of the garage, which is a small garden-like terrace. Is this the realtor? To me, she looked like in her 40s from the pics online, so I’ve been authentic when I told my wife not to worry, but holy shit, that woman has something to offer. I estimate her to be in her late 20s, maybe early 30s, blonde long hair, blue eyes, pretty face, no mask. Wearing a woman’s suit, open blazer, and, you know, t h e s e kind of pants. Female suit pants, to me, are a thing on their own. How can they look both, business-like as well as hot as hell, especially from behind, when you can see how tight they fit around the waist?

‘Yes, I’m your appointment, I guess. Mrs. Lopez?’, I answer. She smiles, comes down to open the gate that leads to the terrace, and invites me up the stairs, enabling a great look from behind when walking up herself.

Arriving at the terrace, Mrs. Lopez introduces me to two more women, the seller and her mother, both Mrs. Brown, and both almost irrelevant for the story, but obviously relevant for my visit. I’m sparing you some small talk and house talk at this point, let’s just mention that the atmosphere was pretty good and the realtor and me, we were vibing, like, a lot. Same kind of humor (as far as you can tell while business-talking), and a similar pace of conversation. Maybe you know this kind of connection, sometimes you just have it, you can feel it.

Around 10 or 15 minutes later. We’re getting up, so she could actually show me the house, she smiles at me and takes the lead again. I’m not sure if that’s common, but again she’s presenting me an extensive view of her rear, walking well in front of me instead of keeping the conversation up and walking close to me. I’m not complaining! As she opens the door, she decides to stand still in the doorway, inviting me to come in (and pass her). And I do.

It feels like time stands still for a moment. I just have to feel her body close to mine, so I pass her a little bit closer than probably necessary. Just a brief touch, just barely. The electricity kills me. Can she feel it too? This one second of me passing her, I wish I could extend it for forever. But that’s not how it works.

She keeps showing me the house, a slight touch from time to time, a wink (or was she just blinking?), and a lot of talking. If it wasn’t for the ring on my finger I might have made a move. The connection undeniable, the tension almost unbearable. And then, we’re moving into the garden, a completely separate place, only reachable after a little bit of a climb. Obviously, I have to give her a hand to help her up, and obviously she takes it. I’m so lost in her soft skin that I can’t even listen any more. Next thing, she shows me the garden shed. Basically, she reenacts the electric door passing moment from before, her back slightly arched against the door frame, but this time she’s putting up her knee, completely blocking my way with it while also expecting me to pass.

I can’t think any more. I must give in. I get close to her, I lay my arms around her, I hug her, pressing her firmly against me. I’m both relieved and shocked that she’s feeling the same. Her arms wrap around my shoulders, her body is warm against mine, I can feel her fully now, and I can smell her now, even through the mask I’m wearing. I love the tight grip from her legs on mine. She starts grinding her hip slightly and I react to that by grabbing her by her ass cheeks and lifting her up. Naturally, intuitively, everything feels right. Her legs embrace my hip, I feel her grinding against me, and I love the feeling of her chest so close to mine, the soft breasts and her excited breath. I feel myself growing, and I carry her over to the table in the shed and put her down, standing between her spread legs. We’re both in heat and we know it. My left hand wanders below her shirt, caressing her hip, enjoying the firm small waist. I slowly let it slide up to her bra, cupping her breasts with one hand, holding her tight with the other. Her hands start to fumble with my belt. I do not want to give her the lead. I fear it, I can’t. I let go of her breast, hug her tightly, my head on hers. While I’m pressing her hip against mine, I’m also blocking the way for her fingers. She keeps slowly grinding against me, breathing audibly, slightly frustrated. Us two, merged, feels incredibly authentic and intimate. But she understands my signs: we can’t keep going. We know we shouldn’t, we know it doesn’t work, and we both know how we feel and how much we do actually want it. But again, that’s not how it works.

‘We should go back, shall we?’, I suggest after holding her like that for what felt like minutes, but probably was just seconds, the idea of a tear in my eyes. ‘So nobody gets suspicious.’ She’s letting out a moan, or is it protest?, presses me against her closely, as if to get every last second she can get out of the situation. I close my eyes, enjoy the feeling, and save it into my heart forever… And let go.

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