“It is quite nice,” he responded, but she felt no warmth in his voice.
“Look at this bathroom,” she instructed with a broad smile. “It’s quite roomy and has a walk-in shower that will hold you and your girlfriend at the same time. Just imagine how much fun that would be.”
“My girlfriend?” he asked gruffly.
She turned to him and smiled brightly. “Oh come on, Warren. I know damned well that you didn’t divorce your wife of 30 years because you were tired of her cooking. You’ve got a sweet thing on the side that wanted you full time and you were too deeply in lust to walk away from her.”
“You’re making some pretty big assumptions,” he replied.
Stepping up close to him, she ran her hand along his silk necktie and looked up into his eyes. “I don’t think so. I’m a real estate agent and it’s my job to understand people. I’m especially good with men and I think I understand you pretty well.”
“What do you think you know?” he asked as he took in her blonde hair and big brown eyes.
“It’s not just think … it’s know. You are a very handsome man, in very good shape and have been successful in business. You make a lot of money. A woman half your age would drool over you and happily keep your bed warm. She would provide you with all those sexual things that your wife was never interested in doing,” Cynthia told him, knowing that she was correct.
Cynthia was 35 years old and had been involved in real estate sales for only two years, but she knew how to pick her clients and how to close a sale. She preferred to work with older men, especially those that were ending their first marriages. She knew from experience that all successful men from age 50 and up were interested in pleasures of the flesh and the excesses that their bloated salaries brought them.
Warren Hammond was simply the next client on her list that was going to be sold a great place in which to enjoy his renewed sex life, and bask in the surroundings that he had only dreamed of for many years. The furnishings would be masculine and comfortable, each piece offering a new place to drape his naked companion. He, of course, wouldn’t be able to imagine the final picture of his new home. It would be her job to paint the picture in his head of the pleasures awaiting him.
The condo that she was showing today would cost her client about $650,000 with another $30,000 in furnishings. She preferred to use this furnished model because men seemed to have so little ability to envision how an empty room might appear when finished. After slipping the builder’s agent a crisp hundred dollar bill, she knew that she wouldn’t be interrupted while she pointed out the possibilities to her client. She had to establish the proper view in his mind.
She had a good friend in the furniture business. When she closed the sale on the property, her client would be led by the hand to the friend’s store and sold the proper furnishings to make his lady friends swoon. Most men knew nothing about how to decorate a home. She would be only too willing to give them a hand … and take a cut on the sale from her friend.
Cynthia released his tie and stepped in front of the large mirror over the granite double basins in the bathroom. Can’t you just see her standing in front of this mirror putting on her lipstick, wearing only panties and a bra? You would have plenty of time to admire her body and maybe delay your leaving for the office.”
She took a lipstick from her purse and looked at him in the mirror as she applied it to her lips. “I’ve almost got him,” she thought to herself as she leaned toward the mirror to emphasize her very shapely ass. There was no way she could miss seeing his eyes drop down to see exactly what she wanted him to see.
“My imagination isn’t very good, Cynthia,” he said slowly.
“Do I need to help you clear up the vision?” she asked, still watching his eyes in the mirror.
His hand moved to his chin as he stroked it, still looking at her backside. “I think maybe you do.”
Cynthia stepped back from the countertop. She put her lipstick down, watching his eyes as she began to unbutton her blouse. “I think that it would be within the purview of my job to make certain that you can visualize the benefits of this place.”
“Oh, I totally agree,” he mumbled as he watched her from behind.
She removed her blouse, pitching it onto the cold granite, as she watched his eyes center on her lovely breasts, now covered only by a lacy, lavender bra. Once she had given him a long look, she moved her hand to the back of her skirt and began to slowly pull the zipper down. She pulled the skirt down over her rounded hips, stepping out of it and placing it on the countertop with her blouse. Now she could see that his eyes were glued to her shapely butt, clad only in a matching lacy, lavender thong.
As she leaned back over the counter once again, she asked, “Does this give you a better idea of the treat you have in store in this place?”
“It certainly does,” he muttered.
“Does she wear thongs?” Cynthia asked, not missing the lump in his trousers.
“She will,” he responded quietly.
“Can’t you just imagine how you would walk up behind her and pull her against your chest?” she asked.
When he didn’t move or respond she said, “What would you do if you found her like this?”
The man moved without thinking, stepping up behind her and putting his hands against the bare skin of her belly. He moved the hair away from her neck, pressed his lips against her skin and gently kissed her there. “I would kiss her neck and tell her how beautiful she was,” he said very softly. “Then I’d take her breasts in my hands and squeeze them,” he said as his hands followed his vocal instructions.
Cynthia make a soft moan before she told him, “I know that she’ll enjoy your hands on her breasts as much as she’ll enjoy feeling your hard cock pressed against her ass.” She pushed her bottom against him, making certain that she knew how hard he was before she said, “I’m thinking that your vision is improving a bit.”
“It certainly is clearing up,” he answered. “Is there more for me to see?”
Turning around, she gave him a big smile saying, “You’d better believe it.” Putting her hands on his chest she pushed him back a step before walking to the entrance of the walk-in shower. Reaching inside she turned on the water and turned back to her client. “Think about this,” she said as she unhooked her bra and tossed it in his direction.
As he reached out and caught the lacy bra, he almost missed seeing her strip off her panties, drop them on the floor and step inside the shower.
He took one step toward the shower opening when he heard her say, “Imagine coming in to take your morning shower and finding her waiting for you inside.”
When he reached the shower he found her inside with her hands against the wall and her feet spread apart with water running down her back and over her shapely ass.