“Glad we could finally get this done,” Denise said as she walked around the house with me.
I had come to the house to look around and start the moving process. My girlfriend and soon-to-be wife Rebecca hated the old house, but I thought it had charm, and with a bit of touch-up here and there, it could be our summer home.
Rebecca and I lived together in a high-rise condo in the city. We thought it would be nice to buy a quiet house in the middle of nowhere so we could escape all the noise.
“Well, I will leave you to it,” Denise said as she walked away.
I loved watching Denise walk away; she always wore pencil skirts that fit her figure like a glove. She was also bustier than Rebecca, something I didn’t think I would ever be interested in as I had always liked more petite framed women, but seeing Denise’s curvy figure, with full-sized breasts, made things stir in me that I didn’t know possible.