Driving up to the address she had scribbled down, she noticed a beautiful sports car sitting in the driveway. Immediately, her mind went back to her phone call with the realtor. “Hmmm, his car is as hot as his voice!” she thought to herself as she walked to the front door.
As she reached out to ring the doorbell, the door swiftly opened. “Hi there, welcome to the neighborhood!” she heard him say as she uncontrollably sized him up and down. She recovered quickly by stating, “Wow, you’re quick, I didn’t even ring the bell.” Giving her a quick up and down glance himself, he said, “My dad always told me to never make a girl wait.” His referring to her as “girl” seemed to increase the instant desire she felt for him.
He began showing her the rooms on the first floor but, instead of taking note of the kitchen, living room, and den, her hunger increased for his chiseled chin, broad shoulders, and tight, muscular ass! Standing behind him, she licked her lips as she realized her pussy was becoming wet. Her sexual desire was in full bloom!
Instantly he turned around swiftly and caught her eyes staring at his assets! “Something I can help you with?” He was smiling playfully as she felt the heat on her face from being caught and the wetness in her panties.
In desperation, she commented, “Oh, I’m sorry - it’s just that you have a little string on your pants and I didn’t know if it was attached or not.”
“Still smiling, he responded, “Well, I can’t see it, so pull it and let’s find out.” As she reached for the imaginary string, he quickly turned to face her, forcing her hand to brush up against his hardened shaft in his tight slacks. As she timidly moved her hand away, he moved in to kiss her while placing his fingertips on the hem of her short skirt. She stepped in close to him, giving him full access up her tiny skirt to her soaking wet panties and juicy, pulsing pussy.