Marci,
As you know, Danny and I have been looking for a new house. I know I have already sent you a million questions, but this time I really need your advice. Something happened today and I don’t know what to do about it. Since you are a realtor, I need your professional opinion on something.
I wish you still lived here as it would have made this whole process much easier…and today wouldn’t have happened. Although I haven’t yet figured out if that is good or bad.
Danny wanted to use one of his friends to be our realtor but the guy hasn’t passed all his tests yet and I didn’t like the idea of using him anyway. The friend he had in mind is not a responsible person and doesn’t pay attention to details. Instead, I did what you suggested and I asked a few coworkers who they would recommended. I received ten different names and I called them all.
My sixth call was to a very interesting agent who had an amazing French accent. Danny spoke to him as well and didn’t really like him. I did some research on all ten and the man who spoke French was the highest rated and had the most successful out of all of them so I insisted on using him.
Danny and I met with him at his office that same weekend, which is now almost three months ago. His name is Julien and he is from was from Belgium. I just assumed that he would be from France, but what do I know? I’ve never even left the state I was born in.
Julien is the same height and build as Danny but he has dark brown hair and very beautiful blue eyes. He obviously loves an art-deco, retro style. I think all of his office furniture could have come from my grandparents attic. He always wears a suit, but it is the 50’s style suits, and when it is cool outside he always wears a fedora. No, not the hipster kind of fedora, the really nice fedora you see on I Love Lucy and other shows of that era.
I don’t know if it is his European features or just his personality, but the look really fits Julien. It definitely makes him look sexy.
Of course, Danny did nothing but laugh and mock Julien’s style once we left his office. I know he was just trying to cover the fact that he was jealous. His attitude completely changed when I complimented Julien on his decor. Considering everything that has happened between us, I’m amazed Danny would even bother. He stopped sleeping in our bed about a year ago, which I find a bit ironic since I had been begging for him to be more intimate.
I love Dan but I’m just…unfulfilled. Our lives have just become so boring and dull. We go to work, we get home, we eat dinner silently, and then he either plays video games or works for a few hours. I go to bed and wait for him but he never joins me. He falls asleep on the couch or in the spare bed. He says he doesn’t want to wake me, but I think it is more than that.
I’m just so bored and ignored that I want to scratch my own eyes out! Unfortunately, Dan thinks we have a great relationship and he thinks things are “amazing” when we are intimate.
Amazing? He will only have sex in two positions. Missionary or not at all.
That’s. It.
Unfortunately, I only get that three or four times a year. You know me better than anyone and you know how much I love sex! Some days it is all I can think about! Right now I’m going through so many D batteries that I’ve actually had to start going out of my way to buy them at different stores. The cashiers at the grocery store were starting to give me strange looks when I was buying batteries every other week.
It is so frustrating! On the one hand, Dan is so enjoyable to be around. He loves many of the same things I do. We both love art and history and you know how intelligent he is. Last month he took a class about political science online just because he wanted to. He went to the local college and talked them into letting him take the final. He just wanted to see how well he would do. Of course, he aced it after watching one online course and reading one book. (He didn’t get credit for the class, he just wanted to see if he could do it.) He is very dedicated at work and makes a good living. He is always a gentleman. Sometimes he is too much of a gentleman.
Last month we had an amazing day. We decided to go to the arm museum. We just wondered around the museum, having the most wonderful conversations about the art and life and what our goals were. We then we had an amazing dinner that he had made from scratch. He would only let me chop the vegetables while I drank wine. By the time dinner was over I was so aroused that I wanted to throw him down on the table and just go wild on him. Instead, when we got into the bedroom, he stripped down naked, and got under the covers. When I got under the covers he didn’t rip off my clothes, but instead asked me to undress. I took off my clothes, he kissed me once, climbed up on top of me, shoved his thing in me, and sixty seconds later it was all over. It was the most awful, anti-climatic ending to such a wonderful day. I laid in the dark and cried because I was so…disappointed.
Anyway, Dan and I met with Julien and we explained to him what we were looking for. Julien has done a fantastic job. He has driven us all over the area and tried to help us see the potential in many of the houses we have looked at. We’ve been looking at five to seven houses, every week, for the past three months. Dan and I just can’t seem to agree on what we want. Thankfully, Julien has been very, very helpful and patient with us.
Julien frequently reminds me, “Laura, your a princess and I know we’ll find your castle.”
The process has become quite exhausting. I’ve seriously thought about giving up and just staying in our little apartment, but Julien has put so much time and effort into this, that I feel like it wouldn’t be fair to him. He definitely deserves the commission.
Quite frankly, Julien is the only reason why I continue to go through this. It is rather refreshing to be around a man that is fun and sophisticated. I know he is trying to sell me something, but I love the way he makes me feel.
For example, there was one house I absolutely adored when I found it online. Julien went with us to look at it. He walked me through the entire house and showed me all the structural damage that the house had. Once I realized we would need to spend another $20,000-30,000 just to make the house safe, I decided we should pass on it.
Julien could have easily suggested we purchase the house to make his commission…but he didn’t. It’s nice to have someone around that actually cares and didn’t want to just make money off of me. I mean, making money off us.
I always enjoy Julien’s company and I really like the way he looks out for my best interests. It doesn’t hurt that he is quite enjoyable to look at and he always smells delicious. Always.
Today though, was a little different. For the first time I went with Julien to look at houses alone. Danny and I had an appointment to look at several houses but he wanted to go watch football with his friends instead. Whatever, he doesn’t even like football but quite frankly I was happy to go look at the houses by myself for a change. At least I wouldn’t have to deal with all the bickering.
I still wanted Danny to have a good time so I woke up early, made some of my famous chili, made sure his football jersey was clean, went and bought beer, and packed it all up and sent him on his way.
He didn’t even kiss me goodbye. I decided right then and there that today would be different.
In the past, I have always dressed very casual when we looked at houses. I usually wore jeans and a t-shirt or workout clothes. Half the time I didn’t even wear makeup, but today I wanted to look pretty. I wanted to match Julien’s style so I rummaged through my closet looking for an outfit that would be classy and somewhat retro. I was pretty proud of myself.
I wore a black pencil skirt with this really pretty cream colored tank top that always reveals my cleavage nicely, and then I put on a sheer top over that. I wore my sexiest bra because it makes my cleavage look phenomenal. I found one of my grandmothers old hats and her pearl necklace. I really, really wanted to wear some of her gloves but after searching for an hour I just couldn’t find them.
I looked up some images of how women in the 50’s did their hair and makeup and it turned out pretty close! My outfit looked fairly modern until I put on the hat and necklace and then I was suddenly transplanted to another era. While it wasn’t perfect, it would definitely work for today. The hat was the perfect shade of blue. It brought out the blue in my eyes and looked really nice with my auburn hair.
Julien and I met at the first house and he was surprised to see me both alone and “all dolled up”.
“No Danny today?” he asked as he removed his keys from his pocket to unlock the door. He fumbled with the keys for a while as his eyes kept looking at my outfit.
“No, not today. He’s too busy watching football.”
“That football…so violent. I prefer the football of my country. The men just run around and play with their balls.”
I giggled at his faux pas. Thankfully Julien giggled along with me. While his English is very good, he still gets confused once in a while.
As Julien jiggled the keys in the lock, I began to notice things I had not noticed when Danny was with me. I noticed how well his suit fit him, and how tight his coat fit around his shoulders when he reached forward. It wasn’t because the suit was too small, you could clear see that his shoulders were muscular. As the door swung open, it caused the air at the doorstep to swirl and I was once again wrapped in Julien’s delicious scent. I have no idea what type of cologne he wears, but it make me want to dip him in Ovaltine and devour him.
Upon entering the home there was a note to please remove our shoes. Julien removed his shoes at the door and arranged them neatly. I removed my shoes and placed them on a small antique bench that was in the foyer, obviously arranged to be a place for a visitor to sit while they removed and put on their shoes.
We toured the house slower than usual. Julien really took his time and explained details he never discussed before. Not only was he thorough, but I really started to see his passion for his work. He loved the way a house flowed. He loved minute details that hardly anyone would notice. He loved the way a house felt.
I also noticed he always made sure I entered the room first. He always let me speak first and finish my questions. He made sure all of my questions were answered and he didn’t make me feel stupid when he answered them. I realized how Danny did all those things and it was starting to make me frustrated.
While the house was nice, it still was not quite what I was looking for. The kitchen was too small and there little character in the house. I started to reach down for my shoes when Julien grabbed them, knelt down, and waited for me to sit on the bench.
“Can you show me another, Julien?” I asked. My tone was full of frustration that was unrelated to the house.
“Of course, my dear. Let’s get your shoes on and we will go. We will go find your castle.”
He carefully placed the shoes on my feet, and then stood up and quickly reached for the doorknob. He looked down and stepped into his shoes as he spoke.
“Laura, I…have a confession,” he said slowly. “I know I shouldn’t be saying this because you’re a client, but I…I don’t know if I will have the courage to ever say this again.”
I rose slowly from the bench. I had no idea what was going to come out of his mouth next.
“You’re-“ His voice cracked. He turned and smiled and cleared his throat, and then took a deep breath and blurted out, “You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and if you were not with Danny, I would do everything…everything in my power to go out on just one date with you. Even if you decided you never wanted to see me again, it would be my honor to sit with such an amazing and beautiful woman in a restaurant for just one night.”
My face was on fire. I have never blushed so much in all my life.
He continued, “I was happy to see you alone today but now…I worry. I want to hold you and kiss you and touch you and…and I shut up now. I said too much already. I just…”
He grabbed the doorknob quickly and flung the door wide open. He stopped looking at me and stared outside. He then continued, speaking softly.
“I’m sorry, I just had to say it out loud. I’ve thought it many, many times over the past few months and I just had to get it out. I know you are with someone and I should have just kept my mouth shut. I totally understand if you want another agent. I’ll sign whatever you like to release your contract with me, and I will recommend someone else. There is someone in my office who is very good. I’ll give her your file this afternoon.”
He stepped outside and waited for me to exit.
I stood there, unable to move. It was the most sincere, sweetest compliment I had every received, and at the same time it made me feel so conflicted. Deep down inside I desperately wanted to hear those words, and now that it was out in the open, I was terrified. What if Danny found out? What if I started to have feelings for Julien? What if I found a house I liked and I never saw Julien again?
I stood there for what seemed like an eternity. There were so many thoughts rushing through my head that I was paralyzed. I finally took a very deep breath and then stared at him until he looked at me. When I looked into his big blue eyes, I knew what my answer would be.
Smiling, I asked, “Can you please show me the next house, Julien?”
I walked confidently through the front door and walked straight to the passenger side of Julien’s car. In the past few months of looking for houses, I realized we had never driven in the same care together. After such a wonderful compliment, it would be rude to drive in different cars, right?
Julien locked the door as quickly as he could. I waited patiently by the car and almost giggled as he nearly ran to unlock my door. When I reached for the handle, his hand was already there, and he opened my car door, waited until I sat in the car, and closed it for me. I again realized Danny had never, ever done that for me.
I may have let my pencil skirt slide up my thigh as I sat down in the car. Accidentally on purpose of course. I never pulled it down the entire drive, even though every bump would cause it to slowly slide higher and higher up my tanned thighs.
The conversation in the car was fantastic. We talked about his home town in Belgium, how he came to be a real estate agent, and what he likes to do when he isn’t working. I couldn’t stop smiling when I found out where he attended college. The Royal Academy of Fine Arts in Brussels. We were discussing some of our favorite pieces of art as we pulled up into the driveway of the next house.
When we arrived, I realized Julien had taken the long, long way to get to the house. Either he was too distracted from the wonderful conversation we were having, or he was enjoying the view. The view inside the car. I caught him glancing at my legs more than a few times.
We walked into the second house and even though it was vacant, it still felt so warm and inviting. For some reason when I stood in the foyer, it felt like I was standing in my home. It just felt…right. I knew if I felt like this in the rest of the house, I would definitely consider putting in an offer.
As we walked into the living room, I noticed some furniture was left behind. Julien explained the previous family had purchased another home out of state and they were unable to take all of the furniture so the person that purchased the house would be allowed to keep anything that had been. The previous homeowners would pay for any removal if the furniture was not wanted.
Julien walked through the foyer and said over his shoulder, “If you come this way, you can see the beautiful kitchen.”
When I walked into the kitchen I was stopped in my tracks. The kitchen was…stunning. It was warm, but modern and had beautiful fixtures. I stood next to the island, and looked around in amazement at all the beautiful details. The wishbone pattern on the backsplash was perfect, and the countertops had the exact color and pattern of granite that I have always wanted.
“And the best part is right here,” Julien said as he stared out of the window that was over the sink. He moved to his left so I could stand next to him to enjoy the view.
I decided to walk around the island and stand behind him and look over his right shoulder. At first he was a little startled and started to move the left assuming he was in my way. I reached out and put my hands on his shoulders, holding him still.
“Wow. That is an amazing view,“ I said as I leaned forward and slowly pressed my breasts into his back, accidentally on purpose. I took my hands off of his shoulders and slowly moved my breasts across his back to the left until I could see over his left shoulder. “That side of the yard is gorgeous as well.”
“Yes. Gorgeous,” is all he could say.
After a long pause I put my lips next to his ear asked softly, “Can we see the dining room?”
“Of course,” he replied.
I stepped back and walked back around the island and into the dining room. Each step caused a booming echo in the empty house as my high heels walked along the wood floors. Still, I clearly heard Julien exhale before I heard his footsteps finally follow me.
The dining room was long, but not too narrow. It could easily host the largest of families at a holiday dinner. The previous family had left their rustic dining room table behind, yet oddly enough, they took the chairs. The table was so grand that I couldn’t imagine anyone just leaving it behind and I developed a contempt for the previous owners. They clearly did not value precious things.
The table could easily sit twelve or even fourteen. The table had the look of being hand made by a craftsman. There were perfect imperfections all over it. I could easily imagine my entire family seated around the table while it was piled high with food.
“Isn’t this table amazing?” Julien said as he entered the room. He stood off the corner of the head of the table so he could view the entire room and yet stay out of my view.
“Exquisite,” I replied.
“Imagine everyone in the family all gathered around, talking and laughing.”
“I already have. I think it’s perfect for big holiday dinners.”
“And the rest of the room is also-“
“Do you know what else this table would be good for?” I interrupted as I casually walked toward his side of the table while keeping my eyes on the table.”
Julien paused and finally said, “Personally, I think this would be a great room for a romantic dinner for two.”
“That is exactly what I was thinking,” I said softly as I stopped at the opposite corner of the table from Julien.
We were now both looking down the length of the table from our respective corners. I slowly moved toward him, still ignoring him with my eyes, but gravitating toward him with my body.
“A beautiful candelabra with candles of various heights, illuminating the room in a warm glow.” I placed my hand softly at the head of the table. “The man I crave sitting here, telling me about his day.” I sidestepped to the left, in between Julien and the table, violating his personal space. “Me sitting to his left, intently listening to every word. We would share our stories of the day…” I inched back as I raised my arm, “the walls full of amazing art.” I knew he was right behind me, so close that I could feel his warmth. “We would eat wonderful meals that I prepared, and then…” I arched my back slightly and pressed my ass against his crotch, “we would enjoy a delicious desert.” I moved my ass every so slightly, turned my head, and softly spoke over my shoulder. “Nibbling…sucking…and slurping on delicious morsels.” I could feel a bulge quickly growing in Julien’s pants.
Time stopped.
I felt Julien’s hands on my waist, and then he slowly slid his hands down my hips. He suddenly pulled his hands back quickly.
“Woah! That was very unprofessional of me. I’m so sorry! Shall we uh…shall we see the upstairs?” Julien stammered. He turned and started walking. I could tell he was trying to nonchalantly adjust the bulge in his pants to minimize its visibility.
On the other hand, I was proudly displaying my hard nipples.
I don’t want to see the upstairs. I want you to fuck me, right here on this table.
“But of course. Is the upstairs as handsome, elegant, and smart as the downstairs?”
Julien looked back at me with a sheepish grin. He knew exactly what I meant and he was blushing.
We arrived at the stairs and like the gentleman he is, he allowed me to walk up the stairs first. As I started to climb the stairs, I wished I had worn my shorter skirt to give him a better view. Instead, I made sure to rock my hips and shake my ass as much as my tight pencil skirt would allow.
Arriving at the top of the stairs there were three bedrooms. Two small bedrooms that shared a bathroom between them, and a master bedroom. There was hardwood throughout and all the rooms were painted neutral tones. I quickly walked through the two smaller bedrooms with the small shared bath. I intended to use one of the rooms for an office and the other room would one day be a guest room so neither room really interested me. They were fine for what I would be using them for. I was really only interested in the master bedroom.
The master bedroom was rather large and it had very high ceilings, making the room feel even larger. The thick, chocolate brown colored drapes had been left behind but nothing else was in the room.
“What do you think?” Julien asked.
“I think it is amazing. I love the view of the park behind the house. The trees are gorgeous.”
“And,” Julien walked over to a door and opened it, “you have a magnificent ensuite.”
I walked into the restroom that was adorned with the finest fixtures, heated floors, heated towel racks, a shower that could easily fit three, a soaker tub that could easily fit two, and his and hers walk in closets. To say it was incredible would be an understatement. It was the most beautiful bathroom I’ve ever seen.
“A shower for two…and a bath for two…very convenient,” I said as I smiled at Julien. I was finished with subtlety at this point. I had already made up my mind. I wanted the house…and I wanted Julien.
“A magnificent bathroom for a magnificent woman,” he said softly.
I walked over to the soaker tub and sat down on the granite edge that surrounded the porcelain oval. I leaned over to remove my shoes, making sure Julien was able to clearly see my cleavage, and then I swung my legs into the tub and then sat down and leaned back, relaxing my head on the edge.
“I love my baths,” I said. “The way the warm water washes over my naked skin. I love having the bubbles dance around my breasts and tickle my neck.” I slowly slid my hands down my body. “There is something so sexy and sensual about a bath and there is nothing more romantic than two lovers sharing a hot bath together. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Peeking up at Julien, he had frustration written all over his face. Sitting up slowly, I noticed a few knobs on tile at the rear of the tub. I moved toward the rear of the tub, leaned my forearms on the granite, and while arching my back and pointing my ass toward Julien, I pretended to investigate.
“What do these buttons do?” I asked.
“They uh…I uh…I think they control the jets.”
Stammer all you want. Stare all you want. Seduce me all you want.
“Do the jets pulsate?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Do the jets pump the water in and out, in and out?”
“Very much so.”
“I love it when the water penetrates me…I mean…penetrates my sore muscles.” I looked back over my shoulder at Julien.
He was standing there with his mouth open and his gaze locked firmly on my ass. His right hand was on his forehead and he left hand was awkwardly attempting to conceal the bulge that was in his pants. He stared into my eyes for a moment, and then he quickly exited the bathroom murmuring in French.
I quickly got out of the tub, put on my shoes, and went back into the bedroom. Julien was waiting for me at the door, his demeanor restored to his usual professional, composed self.
“May I show you anything else upstairs?” he asked politely.
“I don’t hear the cars on the street, but does the sound travel inside?”
“Inside? How do you mean?”
“Well, if I were to have guests over, would they be able to hear me if I were talking in my bedroom? Would a TV in my room disturb them?”
“You might be able to hear some thi-“
“Can you go into one of the bedrooms and see if you can hear me?”
Julien looked down the hall and looked back at me as if I were crazy. Why wouldn’t he think I was crazy? I was a totally different person from what he had known so far. I was being open and overt and I was tempting him to cross many lines.
While giving me an odd look, Julien started walking down the hall. I watched him as he entered one of the other bedrooms.
“Please close the door,” I said when he popped his head out of the doorway.
He raised his eyebrows and then closed the door. I closed the door to the master bedroom, walked to the middle of the room, and started to moan as sensually as possible. I needed a little motivation so I grabbed my breasts over my clothes and squeezed them tightly. I started to moan louder and louder, and then I started to scream. I even threw in a “Yes, yes!” and a “Fuck me harder!”
I was really surprised at myself. I have never once faked an orgasm but that faux orgasm sounded real! (Meg Ryan would be proud.)
Opening the door to the bedroom, I couldn’t help but smile. As I walked down the hall, I wondered what Julien thought of my performance. I opened the door to the bedroom and Julien was standing at the window with his back to me, wiping his brow with his open hand.
“Could you hear me?” I asked.
“Oh yes, yes. I heard you loud and clear.”
He wouldn’t turn around.
“Well…that is a little embarrassing. I suppose I’ll have to be careful when I have guests.” Julien still wouldn’t move. “Are you okay, Julien?”
“Of course Laura. It’s just so hot in this old house. I was just trying to get some fresh air for a moment.”
“You know the window is closed, right?”
Julien stepped back, looked at the window, and then bowed and shook his head while he let out a little chuckle.
“No wonder why I couldn’t cool down. Shall we go downstairs and discuss some numbers?”
“Absolutely.”
I turned and walked out of the room, smiling to myself, knowing he didn’t want to turn around in my presence. After a few seconds I heard Julien behind me. We walked down the stairs and stood in the foyer.
Julien walked over to his shoes and slid them on with ease. I bent over, with Julien behind me, because I still wanted to tease. I then turned and leaned back against the wall, and I bent over to put on my shoes. Julien stopped trying to hide the fact that he was looking down my blouse as I spoke.
“I think this house is amazing. I really want to put in an offer.”
“Excellent, we can go back to my office and I can draw up the paperwork. Do you want to discuss it with…someone?”
Julien sounded different. The look in his eyes was different.
“No. This is my decision. I’ll be buying this house alone…and moving in alone.”
“Really?”
“Yes, I’ve realized that I want to make some changes in my life.”
“That is excellent. I think that will be wonderful for you.”
Julien put his hand on the doorknob, but he didn’t open the door. We just stood there, staring at each other, smiling. I took two steps forward, violating his personal space.
“Shall we go?” I asked.
Our eyes locked on one another.
“I can’t take it anymore…”
In one quick motion, Julien scooped me up with both arms under my arms and lifted me up off the ground as he put his soft, warm lips on mine. He walked forward until my back slammed against the wall. We both let out a groan as our lips and teeth banged hard.
“You ok?” he panted.
I nodded as I stared at his lips.
He kissed me again, with even more passion than before. Our tongues quickly intertwined as he slowly lowered me back down the floor. I pulled him into me tighter. I couldn’t get enough of him. His passion for life came through every kiss. His desire for me couldn’t be ignored. I felt it with every touch and kiss.
I raised my right leg and put it behind his leg. He put his right hand on my left breast, over my blouse and squeezed hard. His left hand slid down my body and held my right thigh and then his hand slid to my ass and he grabbed my ass and pulled me toward him.
His hand then slid up under my blouse, over my stomach. His fingers found my bra and his fingers dove under my underwire. I moaned as his finger pinched my skin. I moved my shoulders in to give my bra enough slack for him to get his hand under. His fingers groped and inched their way up until my hard nipple was in his palm. He exhaled heavily as he kissed me, finally able to touch what he so desperately craved.
It was as if he was a thirsty man who had finally reached an oasis. With each kiss and touch there was a growing desperation to touch and kiss more of me, and then when he would, he savored each touch and kiss, and then once again needed more.
We kissed more and I whimpered. Our clothes were quickly becoming hated obstacles. Julien couldn’t move his left hand and his right hand was still over my clothes. Suddenly, he nearly yanked his hand out from under my blouse. He stopped kissing me and panted as he looked down at the buttons on my sheer blouse. With no warning, he grabbed the front of my shirt and ripped it open! I could hear buttons flying everywhere.
He roughly grabbed my tank top and bra and shoved it up and over my breasts, and then wrapped his arms around my waist, lifted me up, and slammed me against the wall again, causing me to bump the back of my head lightly against the plaster. I wrapped my legs around his around the backs of his legs, my left shoe flying off and sliding into the sitting room. I tried to move so I could feel his cock against me, but the position was too awkward.
With my breasts now at the same level as his mouth, I wrapped my arms around his head and pulled him into me as he engulfed as much of my right breast into his mouth as he could. His tongue twirled around my nipple and and he sucked roughly. The pleasure caused moans to escape freely from my lips, and they echoed in the empty foyer.
Julien kissed across my right breast and kissed his way over to my left breast. He hungrily devoured my left breast as I kissed his head. I then reached down and grabbed his lapels and tried to pull his jacket up and over his shoulders. I wanted to feel his skin too but he was far too distracted to worry about his clothes.
His hands moved from around my waist, down to my ass. I was already soaking wet but having his hands on me made me even wetter. He ran his hands down my thighs and he tried to pull up my skirt, but we were pressed too tightly together. His left arm remained tightly around me as he pushed my right leg down and lowered me to the floor.
Once I could stand on one foot I reached down and immediately started to reach for his cock. The bulge in his pants was huge. As Julien pulled my skirt up to my waist, I fumbled with his belt. As Julien reached under my left leg to pull my panties to the side, I continued to fumble with the button his suit pants. As his warm fingers slid across my hot pussy lips, I finally unzipped his pants. As his fingers slid between my hot, creamy lips, causing me to whimper, I wrapped my fingers around his hot, hard, throbbing cock. As his fingers slid over my engorged clit, causing me to let out a guttural moan, I stroked his cock and bit his lip, completely lost in ecstasy.
I pulled his cock out of his pants and toward me. I wanted him inside of me now. He moved toward me and I wrapped my left arm around his neck. He thrust upward toward me several times, the soft tip of his cock searching for what it desired most in the world, but unfortunately we couldn’t connect. I reached down between us and grasped his hot shaft and guided him toward me. He thrust again and the tip of his cock pressed in between my pussy lips, and then he paused.
His warm soft lips kissed me.
A thrust.
A stretch.
A gasp.
A connection.
I’ve never felt more wanted, more desired in all my life. I’ve never kissed while being penetrated. I’ve never had a man be so passionate with me.
He pulled out slowly, and then thrust in as far as he could, but the obstructive clothes and the awkward position only allowed him to enter me a few inches. I reached down with my right arm and I reached around his waist and pulled him as close to me as possible. Our lips never stopped touching. As he continued his thrust, I bent my knee, allowing me to slowly slide down his shaft and take him all the way inside of me.
Another few inches.
Another stretch.
Another whimper.
A deeper connection.
He didn’t move and it felt amazing to be full and complete. Our kisses were the most passionate, yet tender kisses I could have ever imagined.
As he started to slide in and out of me slowly our lips constantly touched, even when we were breathing too heavy to kiss. He could only slide in and out a few inches with each thrust as it was really awkward to move, but it was the most intense love making of my life. All you could hear was our breathing, our moans, and our hearts beating.
He shifted toward my right leg and thrust in a little harder. He reached back and held the back of my neck with his right hand. I looked into his eyes and his eyes had extreme focus as they pierced into my soul.
Julian let out a frustrated grunt. “I can’t get enough of you,” he said under his breath. He let go of my leg and slid out of me. I was perplexed and didn’t know where he wanted me to move. Thankfully, he took control and backed up slightly, putting his arms down behind him so his jacket could fall to the floor, and then he grabbed me and spun me around and placed his hand on my back and pushed forward. I slammed up against the wall with a thud.
I loved it.
He pulled my hips back and my breasts rubbed against the cold wall, making my nipples even harder than they were before. With my cheek against he wall, Julian grabbed my hips and guided his cock back inside me. With one thrust he entered deep and hard. I let out a moan and tried to push myself back slightly. It was no use. As soon as he began to thrust, that huge cock made my arms and legs weak and I ended up resting my forehead on the wall.
He slid his cock all the way out and all the way back in with every thrust. With each thrust his balls would come up between my legs and slap my clit. His rhythm was perfect and his timing was glorious. His hands gripped my hips firmly and I could feel and hear how soaking wet I was as he plunged himself into me repeatedly. I placed my hands on the wall as I felt my orgasm start to build. My moans and yells started to get louder and my mind slowed down until I couldn’t even think. Julien never went faster or slower. He continued to shove that big, thick, hot cock, deep inside of me with that perfect, mind blowing rhythm.
My fingernails started to scratch the walls and my auburn hair covered my face. My legs went weak and my toes curled in my shoes. My scream was loud and my body tensed. My eyes shut tight but I couldn’t avoid it any longer. My orgasm crashed into me like a wrecking ball collides into a brick wall. The yells of orgasmic bliss bounced off the naked walls and echoed in the empty house but I couldn’t hear them. I could only hear the ringing in my ears. It was so intense that he had to shove himself into me as hard as he could just to stay inside me.
Julian took his hands off my hips and placed them over mine on the wall and he leaned forward, pressing me up against the wall from head to toe.
He put his mouth next to my ear and through gasps said, “That one was for you. The next one will be for us.”
Are you fucking kidding me? There’s more?
Through the fog of my orgasm, I realized he hadn’t cum yet so I started to grind and move my hips. I closed my legs together to make myself tighter around his cock and I tried my best to bounce on that hard shaft, but he pushed me tighter against the wall.
“Stop, stop, stop. I don’t want to cum yet,” he said as he trapped me against the wall.
I whimpered loudly. “I want you to cum.”
“I finally have you in my arms. I don’t want it to end.”
“I need skin,” I said though my heavy exhaling. “I need you close to me.”
Julien bent his legs and slid out of me at a funny angle, prompting me to yell loudly. He stumbled back a few steps and started to unbutton his shirt.
“Not here,” I said. I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the dining room. As I walked down the hall, I let go of his hand and I kicked off my one shoe I still had on and I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I reached up and pulled off my top and bra over my head and pushed my panties down to the floor as I approached the large table. I turned and Julien’s jaw was open.
“What’s wrong?” I blurted out.
“You’re a goddess. You’re even more beautiful nude than I ever imagined. I think you have a perfect ass.”
I hope he was being sincere. If not, it still worked.
I reached over and clawed at his clothes. I quickly got behind him and pulled off his vest and threw it…somewhere. I went to the front to unbutton his shirt but I couldn’t get them undone fast enough. There was no way I could rip his shirt open, no matter how bad I wanted to.
“Wait, wait,” he said as he tried to help. He stepped back, and his right arm reached up over his shoulder and he grabbed a handful of material and he pulled his shirt off over his head. He leaned over to get leverage and I grabbed the material as well and pulled it off. He stood up, revealing his well defined chest and abs.
DELICIOUS
I then realized he had lost his pants in the hallway and he was just standing there in his wing tips and black socks.
I can’t have him fuck me with those on, I’ll laugh.
“You have to lose the shoes and socks,” I said frantically.
He looked down and immediately kicked off his shoes. I heard one hit the wall behind me, and the other landed in the kitchen somewhere. I think it hit one of the cabinets. He reached down and pulled off his socks, and when he stood up, he scooped me up into his arms.
We started kissing again and the warmth of his skin felt amazing on my naked breasts and chest. He walked forward and pushed me back until I bumped into the table. He then lifted me up on the table and I crawled back on my elbows until we were in the middle of the table. Julian laid on top of me and I wrapped my legs around him. It felt so good to have his weight on me. It felt so good to have someone want me to so bad that he will climb up on a table in the middle of the day and devour me.
The kisses continued as he slowly started to thrust his hips. I was amazed he was still rock hard. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as the tip of his hot cock parted my sore pussy lips and he slowly slid into me, causing me to stretch once again.
I gasped.
He moaned.
We kissed.
Reconnected.
For what seemed like forever, he wouldn’t thrust in and out in a forward motion. Instead, he would rotate his hips, and then slide into me from the sides. His hips moved side to side instead of back and forth. He would rise up and enter me slowly as his body was above me, and then slide all the way out until he was below me.
It is hard to describe but his cock explored every inch of the inside of me. It explored me from every angle. It was like dancing while having sex. It was making love…even though we were not yet fully in love. It was…amazing. The best part was that we kissed so much that my lips are still swollen and raw.
“Fuck me hard,” I whispered in his ear. “I want you so bad, I want your cum.”
“Not yet. I haven’t had enough of you yet.”
Julian then held both of my hands, our fingers interlaced, and he put my hands above my head, and as his lips hovered just above mine…he rammed me with that big, thick, hot cock. Over and over he plunged into me hard and he started to go faster and faster. I moaned and yelled uncontrollably. I was so close to cumming.
And then he slid out.
“No! Please! I’m so close!” I screamed.
I let go of his hands, reached around him, dug my fingernails into his back, and tried to pull him back up as he moved down my body, kissing my breasts, tummy and then…
I saw stars.
His hot mouth covered my clit and he sucked so hard that the feeling was way too intense. I know he was just carried away. He was no longer the reserved realtor, Julian. He was the unleashed, intense, love-making Julian. Still completely attentive, still ready to please, but now deliciously dirty.
His tongue explored my pussy and he eagerly licked and sucked on my soaking wet pussy lips. He kissed down both sides of my pussy and spread me open with this thumbs. He then pushed his tongue into me and wiggled it inside of me.
It had been so long since I’ve been licked that I nearly forgot how amazing it felt. I spread my legs wide and enjoyed every second as his tongue swirled around my clit over and over again. He nibbled and sucked and teased my clit and pussy lips. He kissed my inner thighs and softly bit me randomly. He then focused on my clit, licking harder and nibbling more and more until the feelings were once again too intense. This time, he held my legs so I couldn’t move and he continued until I was nearly ready to come again…and then he stopped.
No! Torture!
I whimpered loudly as he quickly climbed up my body and slammed his rock hard cock into me. As his tongue slid over mine, allowing me to taste myself, his cock rammed me hard and fast. He held himself up on his elbows and plunged into me with hard, steady thrusts. He put his cheek next to mine and I once again got lost in the mix of heavy breathing, moans, and screams of ecstasy.
A few more intense thrusts and I heard him groan. It was the delicious noise that a man makes when he is about to cum. A sound that tells you he is desperately trying to hold everything back, so he can enjoy those last few seconds of bliss before releasing himself deep inside of you.
My orgasm grew quickly in anticipation of his and I soon felt him swell inside of me as he pounded me deep and hard. I wrapped my arms around him and as soon as I felt his cum shoot deep, deep inside of me, I relaxed and let my orgasm take over. I could feel him overflow me with cum as it ran down to my ass. We yelled loud and free as we got lost in the orgasmic crescendo.
When he had regained his strength, he rolled off of me but quickly pulled me to him. I rested my head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around me.
It was the first time I had ever been cuddled after making love. After talking and laughing for a while, we got dressed and he drove me home. For the entire drive he held my hand and kissed the back of my hand often.
“I don’t know what is going to happen with us, so I am going to hold you as long as possible today,” he said.
He pulled into my driveway, gave me a very sweet kiss, and we arranged to call each other later tonight.
I went in the house and caught my reflection in the mirror. My hair and clothes were a mess. My lips were still swollen…and for the first time in forever, I looked happy.
I made a few phone calls and then I showered, changed, and packed all of my clothes. I arranged to stay with a friend for the next few weeks until I found out what is going to happen to the house. I forgot to mention, I’m officially putting in an offer on the house. I really hope I get it.
I sat here anxiously waiting for Danny to get home. We obviously need to have a very serious discussion. I decided to send you a quick email while I waited, and I see I’ve failed miserably at keeping it short.
I really wrote you this to ask you if you thought Julien could get in trouble somehow? I don’t want to hurt his career. Of course, I would never say anything, but I just want to get your professional opinion if there were any negative ramifications for what happened today. I wrote a lot more than I intended, but once I started writing about what happened, I just got lost reliving it all. I cant stop smiling. I really wan-
Danny just pulled into the driveway. I’ll call you later tonight. Love you!
Laura
