You Dream It, We Find It

Chapter 1

David Mendoza frowned and checked his watch. The small hand dipped just past the "12" and the long hand was dead center on the "6".

His appointment was supposed to have been for 12:30 PM. He scanned the street he was on.

Conleigh Drive? Check.

732? Check.

The "For Sale" sign in front of him confirmed what he already knew: that this property was being listed for sale. He had spoken with a realtor referral service and had been given a few possibilities. His impatience had gotten the better of him and he had insisted on the soonest available realtor to come show him the house. A woman's polite, cool voice replied.

"Sir, the only person available to show you the property would be a junior partner, if that's alright with you."

He had agreed and then realized maybe he had been a tad bit rude. David had received a large settlement from a lawsuit and had become aware of how small and crowded his one bedroom apartment in downtown San Diego was.

He received a text message from an unknown number that read:

"Coming around the corner now."

He looked up and saw a white Sedan turn the corner and park in front of him. The door opened and a beautiful young woman with wavy dark hair pulled up in a stylish bun. She wore dark glasses, and wore a beige blouse and a dark black skirt and over her shoulder was draped a large black purse.

"Hi David," she smiled, holding her phone in her hand. Her voice was soft and honeyed while professional and pleasant.

David instantly felt disarmed and even worse about demanding someone meet him on short notice. He stuck his hand out and shook hers, feeling her lotion hands against his.

"My name is Anna Ceballos, the agency let me know you were quite keen on seeing this property immediately?" She gestured to the charming little bungalow that was 732 Conleigh Drive.

"Um, yes!" She nodded at this and he saw her full lips part to reveal a warm smile. She ushered him and they entered the home.

"So this property was previously owned by a small family," she began showing him the interior. "I think they were upgrading in size because they were growing. It's got a full kitchen, a garage out back that leads into the alley. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms, the fenced in front patio that can be used for a gathering space.

David asked a few questions and was pleased to hear about the closeness to the MTS trolley line. His friends in Downtown had wanted to stay in touch and had a way to get to him if need be.

They sat kitty cornered at the dining room table, discussing more features when he inquired.

Does it come furnished?" he asked, pointing to the kitchen table, stools, and couch

Anna nodded. "It does. Our stager, Grace has a knack for finding functional yet fashionable items. Or if you'd like we can remove it and you can add your own furniture."

He asked politely:

"Is it for sale?

"As of right now, it's only available for rent. Were you looking for something a little bit more permanent?"

David frowned and tried to think about his conversation on the phone with the agency.

"I had hoped to find something more permanent, as I've been working and living in an apartment downtown for the last three years."

Anna looked out towards the street and gestured. In that instant before she began talking David's eyes straight down towards her blouse. She was well developed, breasts that pressed against her blouse tightly. He looked up immediately, just in time to catch her turning back. He shook his head and asked her to repeat what he just said.

She nodded understandingly, and said, "If you'd like there are several other properties that we can show you. Unfortunately we're not available for the rest of today.

"Is it gonna be you next time or someone else?" He asked politely. She smiled and returned his comment, "If you'd like I can show you more!"

He shook her hand "I'd appreciate that."

They got up and he watched her get back into her car and wave. He placed his hands on his hips and thought, 'Nice to meet you Ana Ceballos.'

Chapter 2

It had not been more than two days when David received a text message from Anna. It contained an address and a ???? next to it.

His friends have been asking him how his house hunt had gone, and he had described in earnest the conversation and presence of Miss Anna Ceballos.

He had promised to give them additional updates, but had cautioned them against any expectations.

"I bet anyone's this nice when they're trying to sell you a house."

He had gotten into his car, a small black coupe and got on the freeway, heading south. At his exit, his eyebrows rose as he realized he was driving towards Imperial Beach.

The beachside community had always struck him as a little out of the way, and too close to the ocean for his taste. He kept his preferences to himself, as he pulled up to see Anna standing against her car in front of faded blue house with a bright white picket fence.

In contrast to their first meeting, Anna was wearing sunglasses, a floral print blue blouse, coupled with white wide flared pants, and wedge heels.

" You made it!" She waved and this time, instead of shaking hands, she opted to lean forward and give him a polite hug. Even with her wedges, she only came up to his neck. His nose was immersed in her thick sprayed curls. He caught a whiff of her perfume, floral and slightly reminiscent of orange. Her thick wavy hair was down, revealing an abundance of dark brown hair.

"A bit of a drive but wow! Look at that view!" He pointed in her direction, where the vast waves of the Pacific Ocean crashed against the coastal beach line. It was July, and the sun was drenching the beach with warmth as cool coastal winds whipped against them, palm trees fluttering in response.

"This one is a bit smaller than the bungalow in North Park, but I think you'll find it pretty well." Ana let him walk into the central living room area, careful to keep her eyes upwards. Today, David had worn a pair of light shorts, and tennis shoes with a dark blue polo. She cleared her throat as he turned around and thanked herself for keeping her sunglasses on.

He hadn't noticed where she had been staring.

"Shall we?" He nodded, and Anna launched into the tour.

"I believe this one was owned by an older woman who is retiring to Florida. She's been in this house since the early 80s and has not made much in the way of changes to it. Permits are all up-to-date, the HOA dues appear to be minimal at best."

The kitchen was smaller, and there were only 1.5 bathrooms. David frowned and the tour continued.

The main bedroom had a bay window overlooking the neighborhood, and had an unbroken view of the water. Anna pulled the blinds.

"Come take a look."

He leaned forward to where she had pointed out of the window and his face came close to her cheek.

"Oh wow." Anna heard him mutter, as the view of the large backyard was clearly impressing her client.

"Built-in fire pit, with several lounge chairs, and a bar." Anna spoke with an air of superiority.

"Not bad..." David asked about the neighborhood vibe.

Anna pursed her lips, her dark eyebrows knitting in a ponderous way.

"I'd say you're more likely to feel at home here with folks our age than those who might be older."

"You know that for a fact?"

"Let's just say I have an inside scoop." She tossed her hair knowingly.

He felt a buzz and checked his phone.

It was Jorge, his friend asking about their brewery appointment. He chuckled and turned to Ana.

"Interested in a lunch date at Poseidon Brewing? My friend is in the area."

Ana shook her head sadly.

"Unfortunately, I have a few more houses to show today."

They embraced one more time. His eyes closed as he felt nothing but comfort. But then the hug was over as soon as it had occurred. Then she was walking away and waving.

...

Poseidon Brewing was located just off the beach in Imperial Beach, and shared a space with a small gym/cyclist store.

Jorge worked in IT with David. He was a Puerto Rican transplant from Pennsylvania originally, but after going to San Diego State, had opted to stay out here. His normal dark hair had recently been buzzed and colored platinum blonde. He was a little bit of a cyclist himself, and having finished off his morning ride, was parked at a table, his bicycle leaning against the fence. He waved David over and pushed a light beer towards him.

"I've got first."

David sat down and the pair began to discuss their mornings.

Jorge detailed a new member of his cycling group; an older woman named Virginia (or Ginny). She had joined up to stay active and had nearly led the pack at every incline and straightaway.

"I was huffing pretty damn hard trying to keep up with her."

David then described his house hunting.

"I can't say I envy you dude," Jorge said in between beers.

"Downtown is getting too crowded," David argued, showing Jorge the different homes he'd seen.

"Yeah but-woah!" Jorge flipped his sunglasses up.

"Is that the realtor??"

David frowned and looked at the photo of the Imperial Beach home. He realized Anna had been in one of the photos, the sun shining through her dark brown hair, her blue blouse hanging onto her body closely.

"Yeah that's Anna."

"She's beautiful, man. Have you asked her out yet?"

David scoffed.

"She's my realtor, not my girlfriend."

"Do you mind if I ask her out...?" Jorge asked surreptitiously.

"Dude you're last three dates went terribly," David complained, "and I would normally not care but I actually am trying to find a house to live in."

"Ah, you're no fun." Jorge pouted as he finished his last beer.

"I gotta head out, Virginia's making lunch."

David waved as his friend chortled and biked off, along with a group of cyclists. David slumped in his chair and decided he didn't like the idea of Jorge asking his realtor out.

Chapter 3

There was a weekend off where Anna did not have a house to show him. He opted to take Coal, his friendly little terrier with a black spot over his eye, to a dog park his co-worker Iris had recommended.

He had brought a few toys but Coal's favorite was fetch. The sun was barely shining through the trees and his car was the only one in the parking lot. He took Coal for a few laps around the forth path before taking him off leash in the large grassy area. They played fetch for a while, and he hardly noticed that the park was slowly filling up. The occasional jogger, other dog walkers, and the sound of kids playing washed over him. He decided to throw the next round of fetch extra hard to wrap things up. He leaned back and stepped forward, launching the ball farther than it had gone before.

Coal was off and running, speedily chasing the ball down when David saw it.

A female jogger who had previously been talking on the phone was turning around to begin running just as Coal pounced on the ball that had rolled right behind her.

David sprinted and shouted.

"Hey watch o-!"

It was too late. The woman turned and immediately realized her predicament. Having already committed to jogging left her with fewer options. Coal wagged his tail and held the ball blissfully unaware as the woman fell over him, contorting her body in a way to protected Coal. Unfortunately it meant she couldn't get her arms up and fell hard in the grass.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry I-!" David sprinted up and helped the woman up-

-only to see that it was Anna!

The realtor looked slightly put out for a moment, then regained her composure as she stood up.

She wore a dark pair of workout leggings and a purple top. Her hair had been pulled into a tight bun while she wore stylish running shoes.

"Hey!" She accepted a bottle of water from him and took a sip.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't realize the ball was going to end up where it did, and when I did, it was too late."

She laughed and placed her hands on her hips as she replied.

"Well I'm glad to say I got to meet THIS little guy!" She knelt and played with Coal.

"Yeah, this is Coal and he's very sorry his owner threw the ball a little too hard."

Anna rubbed Coal's belly and replied playfully.

"That's alright Coal...", here she looked up at David.

"Maybe to make up for it, Coal's dad would like to buy me a drink?"

"Is that a date...?" He asked unsure.

She smiled.

"Maybe?"

"Uh, yeah sure! When? Now?"

Ana shook her head slyly.

"Unfortunately I have to finish my run and then work today."

David cocked his head and asked sarcastically.

"Showing a house for someone else...?"

Anna set her watch and smiled as she began jogging away.

"Unless your budget is $2 million, I don't think this house is for you!"

David smiled and waved.

'So that's who she's seeing today.' He thought.

Chapter 4

Once again, David found himself standing on the sidewalk waiting for his realtor. This time however, he was happy and relaxed. The familiar white sedan pulled up, and from it, stepped Ana, gorgeously attired in a tight red sleeved dress that stopped mid-thigh. Her thick curls were kinked, and she wore large gold hooped earrings to compliment her gold heels. David had to keep his eyes from widening any larger as the sight was nearly too much to bear.

She handed her keys to the valet and waved to him as she approached.

He was about to wave when the other door opened and a tall blonde woman got out of the car. She was dressed in dark clothing, a tasteful blouse and matching dark pants. A single gold necklace adorned her neck. David frowned momentarily, before realizing that Ana might feel more comfortable with a friend on their date.

"Was this still a date?" He thought to himself. Then he saw how stunning Ana looked and decided it didn't matter.

The restaurant, a steakhouse called Rare, had a lively atmosphere, an impressive display of steaks and live music. Ana introduced her friend as they entered:

"David, this is Bridget, she works at my office as another agent."

David shook her hand and found her palm warms and smooth, clearly moisturized.

The trio were seated opposite each other, David on one side and Bridget with Anna on the other in a secluded outdoor patio. Drinks came to their table, and David soon found himself immersed in conversation related to the real estate industry with Bridget. He noticed Anna was still in the midst of deliberating what she wanted for dinner, but did not seem to mind the conversation continuing on without her.

At one point, Ana got up from the table, excusing herself to go use the restroom. While she was gone, Bridget turned to her sole dining partner, and smiled politely.

"Ana has mentioned you a few times at the office.

"Oh really?" he asked innocently.

"Yes, she seems to have taken a great interest in you, although if you don't pick a house soon," she added haughtily, "She might get bored and move on."

"You can hardly expect me to make a big life decision such as buying a house after only two visits," he admitted honestly.

"Let me give you a bit of advice about An

a," Bridget replied.

"She will put in the effort and she will find you your dream home. But don't waste her time, she has too much self-respect to admit when she's spinning her wheels."

"You seem to care a lot about your friend, " David replied admiringly.

Bridget waved her hand as Anna came around the corner.

"I just don't wanna have to pick up the workload when she sinks more and more time into you."

Ana returned with a drink and sat down. Food was ordered and the conversation returned.

David was chatting when he felt a curious sensation. A little pressure, then a push.

He froze, then grabbed his drink, taking a deep sip.

The pressure was specifically coming from under the table. A foot, bare by the sensation, was pressed against his crotch. He looked up anxiously from his drink. Ana was scrolling on her phone complaining about work emails from someone named Camille, while Bridget pushed a streak of blond hair out of her eye and smiled at him.

David swallowed carefully, unsure of whose foot it belonged to. He felt her toes wriggling and sensing where his shaft began, and where his tip became malleable.

"So David," Anna asked putting down her phone, "How have you been enjoying our house hunting?"

There was a throbbing sensation as whoever foot it was was distinctly capable of wriggling and spreading. He stammered a little, unsure at first, but then began to describe how he enjoyed the previous houses. And nodded politely while Bridget continued to smile before switching up and continuing to drink her Mojito. Their waitress brought them their food: Bridget had the fried tempura, Ana the surf and turf, while David had opted for a pasta.

David was in a pleasurable agony; the heel of the foot was now pushing firmly into his testicles, pressing and mashing, an ebb and flow.

Their waiter came by at that moment and asked brightly:

"How's everything going here...?"

He groaned-then immediately coughed to cover his mistake. Ana raised her eyebrows but Bridget continued to smile and asked.

"Something in your drink, David?"

He coughed again, clearing his throat.

"Uh no, everything's fine! I mean-", he caught himself and looked at the waitress, "everything's delicious!"

The waitress thanked them and moved on. Ana slowly sipped her drink while Bridget laughed.

He was certain now that Bridget was gently but quietly rubbing her feet on his crotch.

But how could he prove it...? And did he want to confront her?

The sensation returned, but now he felt the tip of his penis, swollen and sore from stimulation, gripped by her toes. She pinched him, holding for a moment, then releasing. David's cheeks burned and his mouth ran dry despite copious amounts of water consumed. The trio finished their meals, although David could hardly contain his eyes with each successive stroke from what had to be Bridget's foot.

The foot was rubbing faster now, jerking him off through his pants. He decided to look at a dessert menu, in order to hide his face of indescribable pleasure.

"So what kind of desserts does-this place... do?" He tried to present a tone somewhere in the realm of casual indifference.

The rubbing quickened, and he could feel a deep stirring in his balls and shaft.

This couldn't happen, he thought desperately, not here.

He gasped quietly as a SECOND foot reached out and was now pressing hard on his testicles. The pain was bad- he was caught between a literal rock and hard place.

Bridget kept her eyes fixed on David, like a bird of prey as the waitress returned for their dessert orders.

"I'm thinking of an ice cream cookie plate." Ana remarked hungrily.

David stammered.

"I'll take a lemon lime sorbet..."

Bridget spoke to the waitress, her eyes still unbroken on David as he felt a deep deep throbbing.

"Just a banana split."

Her foot twisted and wrapped themselves around the tip of his member as she drove her heel hard into his testicles.

White, hot ropes of semen shot off of his aching cock, and he let out an inescapable but barely audible moan. He dumped his load in his pants as his sorbet was placed in front of him. He quickly shoveled a heavy spoonful in his mouth and huskily declared, "Delicious!"

She must have sensed his eruption. But rather than withdraw, Bridget's foot was now moving towards his mess. Her toes wriggled in delight as she found his damp explosion, and she began to rub them fondly over and over. Her bare foot, pressed against the fabric, squeezing his semen to to the surface, then, basking in the warmth of his spent seed, proceeded to mush and press her toes against his crotch, until the sticky patch grew and grew, more semen seemingly pulled out by her post-nut pleasures. She scooped a dollop of whipped cream and delicately poured it on tongue.

"Exquisite." She remarked.

The feet withdrew, no doubt now covered and coated in a sticky residue mix of his semen and her sweat.

David's cheeks flushed and his arms fell to his sides as his orgasm washed over him like a massive wave.

He dimly realized Ana was looking at him with mild surprise as she said something.

"Excuse me?" He stirred and realized she had asked him if he was okay.

"Perfectly fine," he said, and with that, brushed his hand against his glass of water, deliberately spilling it on him. Their waitress materialized from the ether and offered him a towel.

He thanked her and as he was dabbing himself, Ana remarked.

"Oh no! Are you okay?"

"Yeah- I just moved my hand and boom!" He did his best to get the water spread out so as to cover up his ejaculation. Satisfied, he looked up.

"Well ladies, I think I'd better head home."

"Are you going to be alright?" Bridget asked languidly.

David nodded nervously as he handed the waitress his credit card.

Ana wore a look of understanding while Bridget smirked. David thanked them, and anxiously excused himself. The two women watched as he stumbled off into the night. Their waitress returned and collected their dishes, graciously giving them the notice that she was going on break but would be back in five minutes.

As she departed, Ana and Bridget shared a look.

"Your man seems awfully nice." Bridget remarked. "And definitely excited."

Ana scoffed and rubbed her forehead.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this."

"Come on sweetie. A bet's a bet. You won, now reap your reward."

Ana shuddered, then laughed. She turned towards Bridget in their booth, lifting a pair of bare, lovely, small brown feet. Bridget revelled at their toned creases, soft skin, and the wriggling of her toes. But as Ana lifted closer to Bridget's face, she grew even more excited.

A thick layer of sweat and David's semen coated her toes. Bridget exhaled softly as Ana wriggled her toes, sticky semen stretching from toe to toe.

"I don't know how you pulled that off without breaking your conversation." She whispered as her mouth opened. Her tongue warm and soft, licked Ana's toes, relishing the salty taste of David mixed with Ana. She felt a deep stirring deep with her, but held off on it for now.

Now was the time for this exquisite moment. Bridget's tongue lavished Ana's toes, sucking each one clean of the sticky mixture. Ana watched in allure as Bridget's tongue cleaned first her right foot, before moving on to her left.

Bridget had been wrong to assume Ana wouldn't be able to play her little game with David. But, as she leaned back and closed her eyes willfully recalling the sensation of David cumming in her feet, she sensed this was only the beginning of something special.

END OF PART ONE