“Do you want to check out my apartment?” she asked.

I was floored. She knew I was married and still, she was offering me an opportunity of a lifetime.

“You know that I am married,” I shot back.

“Yes,” she replied. “All the better. I know you don’t mess around.”

Her name was Tara Lynn. She was the new effervescent, bubbly, and very sexy apartment leasing agent in the office at the apartment complex where we lived.

“So why would I want to check out your apartment?” I casually asked after handing her my rent check.

“I don’t know,” she coyly replied, “I am just curious if you’d like to check it out.”

Her question had caught me off guard. It was bold and blatant.

“OK,” I replied. “Let’s go check out your apartment.”

I was willing to call out a good bluff.

She turned about six shades of red and replied, “So you’re really willing to go check out my apartment?”

“You offered,” I replied.

“I didn’t think you’d say ‘yes’,” she shot back.

“Maybe,” I said, “You should be careful what you ask.”

“Ok,” she replied, getting up from her desk and readjusting her mid-thigh skirt. “Let’s go.”

I was surprised she would call my bluff, so I said, “OK, let’s go” and stood up.

She quickly re-adjusted the hem of her short dress again, a dress which didn’t leave anything to the imagination when it came to her bodacious body. She had the longest legs, accentuated by stiletto heels and a ponytail and bangs that gave her more of a teenage hooker-look than that of a professional apartment leasing agent.

I followed her out of the office and through the pool area.

“How long have you lived here?” she asked.

“Three years,” I said as we walked past several bikini-clad single moms, laying out at the pool.

“How long have you worked here?” I asked.

“Two months,” she replied.

As we reached the stairs to her apartment, I passed to allow her to transcend the stairs ahead of me. As we did, there was no way to not take stock of her very cute ass. She looked back at me and smiled and then she proffered a wink.

“Do you always flirt with the residents?” I asked.

“Only the ones I want to fuck,” she replied, as we reached the first star landing.

“Ha, ha,” I replied.

I was still very skeptical about what was happening, but will admit, that I went along willingly, and perhaps blindly, hoping for the unbelievable to happen. As we reached her apartment, she opened it and allowed me to step in first.

Her apartment was the model apartment for the apartment complex. I was confused, and then she locked the deadbolt to the door. She used a free hand to hand-brush a long strand of her hair back over her shoulder. She stepped in front of me and placed her hand on my shoulder and stared straight at me.

“Kiss me,” she instructed. I hesitated for a second and looked around. This had to be some type of weird joke and I half-expected a rush of friends and family to pop out from behind a closed door.

“Kiss me,” she repeated. I stared straight into her huge brown eyes. She pressed herself up against me, placing her arm around me and her hand on to my buttocks.

“Kiss me,” she repeated, as she bit down on her lower lip. What the heck?

I pressed my lips to hers and almost immediately, she flew into a fiery rage, shoving her wicked tongue deep into my mouth, as she pulled me in against herself.

I was overtaken with emotion. Tara was a hot babe and when I mean hot, she was hot in every sense of the word. She was uncontrollably hot. She quickly stripped out of her one-piece dress, and down to a very thin thong and a black lace brassiere, and the bra which quickly joined her dress on the floor of the apartment.

I stood in awe, a raging hard-on forming in my pants.

She dropped to her knees and began to unfasten my belt. Within seconds and with no protest on my behalf, she had my manhood in hand and my tool in her mouth. Jesus!

I pulled her back up and into a standing position, and I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my trousers and boxers, which had fallen to my ankles. As I did this, she striped out of her small thong. She was completely shaven clean, something I had not expected, but that I liked. She inserted a lone finger deep into her pussy, then took it out and slowly licked it, before sucking on the tip end of her digit.

“Fuck me,” she pleaded. “Fuck me hard.”

So, fuck her I did. She leaned over the back of the couch and I pushed my cock up to the crack of her ass. She had the cutest little starfish, so I stuck my cock up to it and tried to push my way in. Her butthole was simply too tight, so I quickly gave up, against her protests, and I pushed my cock into her hairless pussy. Her knuckles turned white, as she gripped the back of the couch, my pelvis slapping against her butt.

She lowered her head and I could tell she was in the middle of an orgasm, as she shook and trembled. I pulled out and shot my load across her back, as she let out a deep guttural sound.

“You bastard!” she yelled, “You came on top of me!”

I laughed.

“Yes, I did,” I replied. “I’m not going to get you jacked up and pay for a baby.”

“I’m on the pill,” she replied.

“Well, why didn’t you say so?” I shot back, jamming my cock back into her pussy and slapping her ass with my free hand.

It was a little bit late, but I gave her all that I had left, and I somehow, I managed to squeak out a small left-over spurt of the good stuff, in the process.

We quickly cleaned up, dressed and then we made our way back towards then office. The apartment manager had just arrived from lunch and Tara quickly announced that she had managed to secure another long-term lease renewal, while looking in my direction. The apartment manager was happy. I was ecstatic and pleased. We signed up for two more years.

God, I hope we can last that long.