The Realtor

Until recently I had never even considered going outside of my marriage for fulfillment of my sexual needs. Although my husband isn’t as attentive sexually as he once was, he still makes me very happy. But something happened not long ago to change my mind. It occurred about a week ago while I was at work. You see, I’m a realtor for a small company that represents quite a few homes in the Southern California area, and on this particular day I had an afternoon appointment to show a small home in the hills to man named Chris.

The weather that week had been very hot, so that morning I had put on a very light, loose fitting outfit. A simple white button-down blouse and a silk, somewhat wispy, navy blue pleated skirt. I also had on a pair of white, sheer-to-waist pantyhose and a simple pair of navy pumps to match my skirt.

During the morning hours at my desk the heat in the office was becoming unbearable. The air conditioning wasn’t working properly and my office had no windows, so there was no ventilation. The heat was even making it hard to concentrate. So to cool off a little I unbuttoned a few buttons on my blouse and removed my slip, placing it in one of the side drawers of my desk. It helped a little but I was soon overwhelmed by the heat again and had a hard time thinking straight. By the time the afternoon rolled around I had all but forgotten about my appointment. When I finally remembered I was already running late, so I bolted out the back door of the office to my car. Then sped all the way to the house.

The day seemed hotter than ever when I arrived. The sun caused so much glare I could hardly see the guy standing on the porch of the house waiting for me. He smiled at me as I came up the walk. He was a short, dark looking hispanic man with rough features and a youthful glow about him. I was surprised as I introduced myself to him because he was giving me a long once over, which I hadn’t gotten in a long time. At forty, even though I’ve managed to maintain my figure, I sometimes forget what it was like to be best looking girl in my class. In my day I had been quite a looker. Being tall and leggy, with firm breasts and tight little ass, guys were constantly hitting on me. But that was a long time ago, and as I showed Chris into the house, I felt my insecurities take hold of me and found myself blushing.

The house I was showing was a beautiful split level home with high ceilings and large bay windows that overlooked the city. Without any furniture the rooms appeared unusually spacious and open, especially with all the bright light that was spilling in through the windows. As we moved from one room to another I talked about all the great things the house had to offer, but I was getting the feeling that he wasn’t really listening to me. I did however, feel that he was watching me very closely. I could almost feel his dark eyes roving up and down my body as I went from one room to the next. I was beginning to feel a little bit nervous and avoided looking directly at him, preferring to talk to the walls as we moved about the house instead.

The sun was pouring in through the huge, sliding glass doors that led to the terrace as we stepped down into the living room. So it was hard to see as I moved down to open the doors. But then I stopped, sensing that something was wrong, and my heart began to race as I turned around to look at Chris. He was standing across the room staring at me, and his right hand was stroking his erect penis, which he had taken out of this pants. His cock seemed incredibly large even from across the room, and he continued to watch me as I just stood there saying nothing.

Then I noticed my reflection in a large mirror positioned directly behind Chris, and was completely stunned by what I saw. Beams of light poured in through the glass doors behind me, bathing me in sunlight from head to toe, and with all that light shining through my clothes I looked practically naked. My sheer blouse, still unbuttoned low on my chest, did nothing to hide my large breasts. Even my nipples, erect from the excitement of the moment were clearly visible. But that didn’t even come close to what my legs looked like. If you hadn’t already guessed my slip was still sitting in the desk drawer back at my office, and all this time I had been parading around the house in nothing but a wispy silk skirt that was so transparent it may as well have been a piece of flimsy lingerie. Not only could I see the pair of lacy blue panties I wore through my skirt, but I even saw where the elastic waistband of my pantyhose pinched into the fleshy part of my hips.

Embarrassed, I turned around, leaning up against the glass doors for support. I could still see his massive cock in my mind, his large sweaty hand wrapped around it, stroking it slowly. I was beginning to feel a bit dizzy, and when I heard him say something about me being a beautiful woman his voice seemed miles away. My mind was reeling and I could feel myself becoming incredibly aroused. I could feel the warmth of the sun against the glass and imagined what my ass must look like to him from where he was standing. I wasn’t sure, but guessed that he could probably even see the small mole that I have on my left butt cheek. I felt my pussy starting to get damp and wanted him to take me badly, but I was frozen with fear. I wanted to say something coy and sexy like “Do you like what you see?” but instead I just started to cry.

I began babbling about how hot it had been that day at the office and how I had forgotten to put my slip back on. I told him how I didn’t know he could see through my skirt and sobbed about how my husband had been ignoring me, and how good it was just to have someone look at me in that way again.

At that moment I felt his large hands on the backs of my calves. Still crying, I looked back at him. He was kneeling behind me, completely naked. I didn’t even hear him remove his clothes or come up behind me. His penis seemed twice the size it had been before and it seemed to twitch and bob up and down as he gazed at my legs. He began telling me how beautiful they were, and how turned on he had been by being able to see my panties through my skirt. He said it made him so hard he couldn’t help stroking himself as we walked through the house. He also told me how he loved the way the sun shone off my hose as I walked in front of all the windows, saying the light had danced up and down my legs since he first saw me. Then he began caressing them, moving his big meaty hands up and down my nylon clad thighs and my silky calves. Then he reached up beneath my skirt, slipping his hands between my thighs. As he did I reached down and hiked my skirt up over my hips, giving him a better view of my ass.

Suddenly he grabbed my hips and pulled my ass backwards, directly into his face. I cried out in surprise as his hungry mouth began devouring my pussy through my pantyhose. I moved my own hand down inside the waistband to pull my panties to the side, so as to give his mouth better access to my sensitive mound. His tongue darted along the silky fabric, catching all my juices that were now flowing freely and running down my nylon legs. His teeth pulled time and again against the seams of my panty-lined crotch until I finally heard my pantyhose rip apart. Suddenly I could feel his large meaty fingers thrusting inside me. I came instantly, releasing a flood of fluid down my thighs. I was crying again, but this time it was tears of joy.

Then he stood up behind me, the fingers of his right hand still moving slowly in and out of my wet cunt, and started to slowly unbutton the rest of my blouse with his free hand. I unclasped the front of my bra for him, allowing my boobs to spill free, and I moaned loudly as he pinched and pulled at my erect nipples. Then he yanked my bra out of my open blouse, and pushed me hard up against the door so my breasts were pressed flat against the glass. I gasped for air as he told me how gorgeous my tits were, and that I should let every man be able to see their beauty. He made me promise never to wear a bra again, and at that moment I probably would’ve promised him anything.

He turned me around then and buttoned my blouse back up. The dark circles of my areola were now clearly visible through the semi-sheer fabric of my blouse, and my erect nipples poked out proudly as my tits strained against my shirt. Chris smiled approvingly and guided me out onto the terrace. The outside air felt hotter than it had when we first arrived, and I could feel sweat beading up all over my body. He led me over to a low stone wall that went around the terrace and sat me down in front of him. The terrace overlooked the hills and other homes, which seemed much closer than they had been before. Then he reached down and unbuttoned the middle button on my blouse and guided is hard cock through the opening. I watched as he slowly began to fuck my tits, and after a few moments I grabbed the sides of my breasts and pushed them tightly against his penis to add to the pressure against his cock. I was gratified when I heard him moan for the first time.

Looking down I saw the head of his penis move up through my open collar every time he thrust his cock up through my tits, So I lowered my head and gently took him into my mouth every time it came up into view. A moan of pleasure escaped his lips every time my tongue darted across the head of his big dick, and I felt his cock trembling between my breasts. But he didn’t allow himself to cum. Instead, he quickly pulled his dick out of my shirt and got down on his knees.

He kneeled in front of me then and began going on and on about how lovely my legs were. I always new I had nice legs but I never considered them to be my best feature. Then he gently removed my pumps, smelling each of them before putting them down. I giggled at him as he did this, but he just smiled at me and told me how much the aroma excited him. Seeing the way his cock grew even harder I believed him completely. Then he had me remove my blouse and my skirt, and told me to remove my panties as well. But he still wanted me to keep my pantyhose on, so I reached through the tear he had created in my hose and ripped my panties until they tore free. Chris smiled and pushed my knees apart, kissing my knees and my thighs as he did. Eventually he kissed his way to my pussy where he began licking my clit and eating me out again with a renewed fervor. I tilted my head back as I came yet again. The sky was a bright blue with no sign of ending, and I rolled my head around looking at the neighboring houses, enjoying my sexuality for the first time in years.

That’s when I noticed a young boy standing on the terrace of the next house, no more than twenty feet away. He couldn’t have been any more than eighteen or nineteen years old. He looked like he had been swimming. He was dripping wet and was wearing tight swimming trunks which he had pulled down around his thighs, and for the second time that day I saw a man stroking himself while he watched me. I closed my eyes and smiled. I had never felt as sexy or desirable in my entire life as I did at that moment. But the boy must have known that I had seen him and become nervous, because when I opened my eyes again he was gone.

Chris continued to eat my cunt for what seemed like hours, but then he did something that surprised me a little. I was still a little amazed with Chris’ fascination with my legs and how he didn’t want me to remove my pantyhose. I suppose it was because I had never known anyone with a fetish before, but after what had already happened I was ready to do anything this man wanted me to do. So when I felt his hands wrap around my ankles and guide my feet to the base of his cock I didn’t resist. He took my nylon-clad toes up around the head of his immense penis, and slid the soft undersoles of my feet up and down his incredibly hard shaft. That was enough coaxing for me. I got the hint loud and clear, and began masturbating his cock with my feet with all the energy my forty one years of pent up sexual frustrations could muster.

I could feel the heat of the friction under my feet as my nylons moved faster and faster against the sensitive flesh of his hard shaft, and I could tell the sensations of having is cock foot-fucked was becoming to much for him. His hands moved quickly up and down my legs until he eventually grasped the backs of my calves for support. His face was hunched over my left thigh and I could feel the drool escaping his lips as he bit into my silky hose. Not wanting to be left out I moved my own hand down inside my now ruined pantyhose and began to masturbate. Then, using the webbing of nylon between my toes I pinned down the shaft of his cock against his belly and used the arch of my other foot to stroke the swollen head of his cock, rubbing my toes mercilessly along the swollen tip.

The bottoms of my feet were becoming slick with sweat and precum, and I began to wonder how much more of this torture he could take. But I only had a few moments to wait because he suddenly stopped me, grabbing the base of his cock tightly and gently moving my feet away. Trembling slightly, he stood up in front of me, still grasping his engorged penis in his hand. Slightly confused, I was about to ask him what he wanted me to do next when he suddenly released the death like grip he had on his cock.

His throbbing member instantly exploded in one violent eruption after another, sending thick ropes of cum sky rocketing into the air in front of me. I quickly realized what he was trying to do and leaned into them, allowing the thick gobs of fluid to land all over me. As Chris’ cum continued to shower down upon me I tilted my head back and opened my mouth. A few shots landed on my face, giving me my first taste of his seed. But most of his cum splashed down all over my nylon clad legs, which I could tell was what Chris really wanted.

Chris, grunting and gasping for air, finally relaxed as his climax came to an end. When it did I slid off the stone wall I had been sitting on and kneeled down in front of him, quickly taking his spent manhood into my mouth. I hadn’t given a blowjob to a man in years and had all but forgotten how wonderful it was to have the taste of cum in my mouth. So I took my time cleaning off his thick meat and continued to suck it until I could feel it coming back to life.

It was at that point I realized we weren’t alone anymore. The boy from next door was now standing next to me, naked as a jay bird and harder than a steel girder. Apparently Chris had spotted him too and at some point must have waved him over. “Suck it,” was all Chris had to say. Not that I needed to be told what to do. The young boy’s penis was beautiful. It wasn’t nearly as thick as Chris’ was, but it looked every bit as long, and I eagerly jumped on it, deep throating him in a matter of moments.

From behind I could feel Chris lifting me to my feet until I was bent over at the hip. Then I felt the tip of his penis work its way into my sopping cunt until he had the entire length of his massive pole buried inside my pussy. The whole time my mouth never came off the glorious cock of my young Adonis, and I sucked and licked it like a pro. “Just like riding a bike,” I thought to myself as I got my first good fucking in over five years.

Voyeurism and exhibitionism were beginning to have a lot of possibilities for me now, and for the first time that I could remember I truly felt confident and sexy. I know for the most part I was submitting to whatever Chris wanted me to do, but I was beginning to feel like I was the one in control, the one who had the real power.

By this time the boy was groaning loudly, obviously enjoying his blowjob. But Chris was in a more talkative mood, and was currently talking dirty to me, telling me how good my ass looked in my ripped pantyhose and how good I looked sucking the boy’s big cock. He also told me how nice and tight my pussy felt, and how wet I was. But I already knew that, at this point I could actually feel my juices flowing freely down my thighs.

I could tell the boy was about to cum because he suddenly became a lot more aggressive, and began fucking my mouth with his powerful tool. Thrusting his hips quickly back and forth until he was pumping his shaft deep down into my throat. I could even feel his balls slapping up against my chin as he quickened his pace yet again. I knew Chris was probably getting close as well because he became a lot less vocal, and was grunting loudly each time he slammed his cock into my pussy. In fact, I was so focused on them that I hadn’t realized how close I was to my own climax, and before I realized what was happening I was cumming fast and hard.

“Unngh 3;Ohh 3;Ghaahh!!” I gasped, attempting to come up for air. But the boy now had a hand around the base of my neck, keeping my head steady as he began his own orgasm. Suddenly my mouth was filled with the warm salty taste of his sweet young cum as his cock blasted away. As for me I was still gasping for breath, and since the young boy’s cum had nowhere else to go it began pouring out of my nose. There was so much of it that I felt like his cum would start pouring out of my ears. My eyes were already bugging out of my head.

“Guuhh 3;muphh 3;eehhgh.” I moaned, gargling up more of his seed. Then I noticed that my breasts hurt, and realized that I had been grasping them much too hard. “EeeUUnggh!!!” Chris yelled. Apparently he had started his climax as well. I felt it too, as he filled up my already hot cunt with his thick warm cum. As my own orgasm eased his seemed to intensify, and I could feel his fingers digging into my flesh as he held onto my hips for support. The boy was finally finished though, and mercifully allowed me to take my mouth off of his huge cock. “God,” I whispered, drooling thick globules of his spunk. “Do you always cum like that?” But the young boy just gave me a sheepish grin and shrugged his shoulders.

Then I felt Chris pull his cock out of my pussy, his own orgasm finally over as well, and I could finally stand up straight again. From the way my legs ached I guessed that we had been at it for quite some time, and when I looked up I could see that the sun had started to go down over the horizon. I could feel that the temperature had finally started to cool down a little too.

“Oh shit!” I suddenly exclaimed. “I’ve got another house to show this afternoon.” Then I paused, and smiled to myself as I looked at the two men who had just jump started my sex life. If the man I was showing the house to had as much of a leg fetish as Chris did, I thought I could easily make it worth the wait.

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