Open House Ch. 01

I've never been one of those women who can just parade around in their closet naked, looking for something to wear. I have to choose my outfit first and then lay it out on the bed so that I can just get ready. I don't know - it's just a thing. But today, for some reason, that's exactly where I am. Standing in my closet naked. And you know what. I have to admit, it's kind of awesome. I'm just out of the shower and my body has that cool crisp tingle from the air across my damp skin. And my hair is looking great for once, probably because I didn't wash it. That figures.

Today is Saturday and like most weekends I have to work. Well I don't have to, but if you want to be a successful real estate agent you definitely want to be working when people are looking for their next new home. It's not like we had anything else planned anyway.

I take my clothes into the bedroom to get dressed in front of our big framed floor mirror. As I bend to pull on my lace trimmed thong panties I notice myself in the mirror. Right now the sun is bursting through the big windows of my second floor master bedroom, setting the cool shadows of morning ablaze with a yellow glow. It's so much nicer than the closet, and I'm not gonna lie - in this light I look amazing. It's hard not to do a body check in front of a mirror like this one. I'm literally glowing in the sunlight, and I stand for a moment taking in my shape, curling a finger through my waterfall of brown hair. I study how the Sun ignites the tiny hairs across the surface of my skin. One of the benefits of being relatively young and not having huge breasts is that they're still perky. John says more than a handful is too much. But I know he's just being nice. Even I catch myself checking out women with full chests. I get it. But at least I've got curves. I like the feel of my hands on my breasts and with hardly a touch in the cool air my nipples are now as erect as satellite dishes detecting messages from space. I put both hands down my stomach and onto my pussy. I'm not sure why I'm this aroused, but I feel like erotic Wonder Woman in this pose and I just don't want to get dressed. I turn away and look back at myself. I'm not as tone as my former dancer self, but... on my toes my ass has still got it. I'm still touching myself and get a memory of the last time I was this aroused in front of this mirror. It was the first time I ever actually watched myself getting fucked. John and I were playing around on the floor and when he realized we were in front of the mirror he put me in front of it and took me from behind. I don't usually get off that way, but for some reason watching my body being taken in such a raw way, my breasts hanging beneath me as his hard body thrust into me - the sounds I was making, my breathing - I don't know it just got me and I erupted like a volcano. Whoa. I had forgotten about that time. It seems like it's been a while.

"Are you good on coffee, babe?" The bedroom door is partially open and John taps it as he pushes in carrying his morning coffee. He catches me looking at my ass in the mirror and gives me a childish grin.

I don't know if it's just because I'm aroused or it's just the visual of a man in t-shirt, jeans, and socks that I like, but he looks so hot right now. I take the opportunity to role play a bit and begin to move my hands around my body like a burlesque performer, slowly moving to him. I drop into a whispery seductress tone. "I've had enough coffee. What I need now is something way better from you." I make direct eye contact and put both hands on his chest. I then slowly slide down the front of him with my chin almost touching him, sinking into a squat with my hands and face stopping on his cock. I rub my face across him and can feel him becoming erect, which heats me more with anticipation. I look up at him and see that his smile is gone. This might seem unfortunate, but in reality it's exactly what I want. He's now in predator mode. No smiling, just hunting. His arms are out to his sides, one balancing his coffee as he looks down on me and lets me work. I rub my hands up his legs and stand up to kiss him. It's a wet loose kiss and I break away to make eye contact again as I reach for his pants button.

"Babe, don't you have to go?" he says.

"I'm doing an open house this morning, it's fine," I say abruptly trying not to lose the moment.

"But don't you have to setup and all that? I just don't want to make you miss an opportunity."

Ironic isn't it? That he doesn't want to make me miss an opportunity, when that's exactly what he's doing. I know what he's thinking. He's already in going to work mode, coffee in hand and on his way to our home office to stare at the computer. He doesn't want to take the time with me now and derail his "morning coffee" momentum. He was fine with me sucking him off, but then he knew he would owe me. And he doesn't want to owe me. I suppose that's his way of trying to be fair.

"I know. You're right. I know I'm not that hot, but I'm just in a mood this morning."

He brings me in and hugs me with his free arm. "Becca, you are smoking hot," he says, pressing his hard cock against my leg. "And as you can tell, part of me is ready to go. But you've got stuff this morning and so do I. Maybe later tonight we can eat in and have all the time we want."

I remind him that I have the Broker's dinner party tonight that I'd like him to attend with me.

"Okay, well if not tonight. Soon," he reassures.

I smile, take a deep breath and release it as I turn away - trying to diffuse the arousal and regain focus.

John slaps me hard on the ass, breaking my stream of thought and says jokingly, "Don't forget... I know where you live."

* * *

The house is a beautiful traditional mansion. I have no idea how I secured this listing, but the sellers just loved me, a retired couple who have already relocated to Phoenix. Now I'm working against the clock, doing everything I can to sell this home before it sits too long on the market. Every realtor will tell you open houses don't sell homes, they identify buyers. But I need for the sellers to see activity and so here I am today - baking cookies in a completely empty house. And before you say it, yes. I know. I need to stage it with furniture, but that takes money that I'd prefer not to let them know I don't have. So I'm hoping for a quick miracle.

I've got my signs up and the front door open. Typically there would be local busy-bodies who just want to snoop on the neighbor's property, but this is a somewhat exclusive neighborhood so I'm only seeing the occasional couple who are shopping way above their means. The sound of someone walking up the sidewalk gets my attention. It's funny what someone's gait can tell you about them without even seeing them. I hear the undeniable rhythmic tap of high heels, moving with confidence. This gets my hopes up because the kind of buyer needed to buy this house is exactly the same kind of person who would be impeccably well dressed on a Saturday. I quickly go to the oven to pull out the cookies before the guests walk in. It's not a very elegant position to be in with my back to the foyer. My loose pants cling to the crack of my ass and my blouse hangs open like I'm preparing for milking.

"Damn girl, does that ass come with the house?!" says a woman's voice. I jump, shaking the cookie sheet as I turn to see my old college roommate, Tina.