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This story is for entertainment only.  It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction.  The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact.  I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here.  The characters in the story are entirely fictional.

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OPEN HOUSE

It was a bright and sunny Sunday, and although I wasn't looking for a new home, visiting Open Houses had become an avocation of sorts.  It gave me ideas about decorating, remodeling, and design, although I was not prepared for any of the ideas I was to experience that afternoon.

It wasn't a planned stop on my list from the local newspaper.  The homemade FOR SALE sign indicated that the owners were selling the house themselves.  I thought I remembered seeing this house up for sale before, many months previous.  Curiousity got the best of me, so I pulled my car over and parked.  Maybe it was the style of the two-story house, or perhaps it was a sixth sense making me aware of an experience that awaited me inside.  Whatever the reason, I approached the door and gently knocked.  A woman's voice told me to come on in, so I wiped off my shoes and stepped into the front foyer.

A beautiful woman greeted me with a polite handshake and introduced herself as Rhona, ostensibly the owner or maybe just a friend helping out.  I was still picking my jaw up from the floor. Rhona was dressed in one of the sexiest outfits I had ever seen, especially at a house showing. Much of her was showing as well, and she delighted in my reaction.  The first thing I noticed was her face, almost childlike in the shape and features, framed by flaxen-colored hair.  Next her blouse, which was silken and unconstricting, based on the movement of her breasts I witnessed as she shifted her weight from leg to leg.  But the most noticable of all were her legs.  And what legs they were. With only a swatch of material that passed for an ultra mini skirt, her tan, shapely legs went "all the way up" as we used to quip in high school.

She showed me around the main floor, and the house turned out to be nothing special, at least not as special as the person escourting me around.  We moved as one to the staircase, to see the rest of the house, but I was looking forward to seeing something else.  Rhona led the way, and I followed close behind to get the best possible view.  Her body swayed as she ascended the stairs, probably at the same rate something was ascending in my pants.  The view of her panties and wisps of pubic hair were just too much for me to remain in complete control.  I'm sure she was aware of just how closely I was following, but gave no outward indication.

Upstairs, she pointed out the bedrooms, but did not lead the way nor follow me in to any of them. It was just as well, because by that time I would have thrown her to any of the beds in a fit of pure lust.  She must have noticed the larger than slight bulge in my slacks, despite the fact that I kept looking at her over my shoulder when we talked.  With the upstairs tour finished, I started down the stairs first.  About halfway down, Rhona asked me if there was anything else I'd like to see.  I turned to give her a polite "No thanks" when I saw that she was standing at the top of the stairs with her miniskirt bunched around her waist, and one dainty finger poised at her pouting mouth.  I didn't need a written invitation. I scurried up the stairs as she slid her panties down those long legs and sat on the top step, legs still spread.  I started kissing her legs at the ankles, and got the sweet smell of sex just about the time I passed her knees.

Rhona moaned as I passed my tongue quickly around her lower lips, and I teased her clitoris just to get a reaction.  She reached behind my head and drove it into her crotch, nearly smothering me in the process.  As my tongue did its thing, Rhona began to shake and tremble, and I could have sworn she shot a load of juice into my mouth as she came.  Meanwhile, my hands had moved up to her pair of firm and round breasts, freed from their flimsy covering by a little deft button work on my part. The nipples were very extended (my favorite kind) and I played with them as they grew harder and harder.

It was time for the big finish.  I scooped Rhona up in my arms and carried her to the first bedroom I could find, placed her on the bed, and finished removing her clothes, what there was of them. Rhona worked at my belt and buttons at the same time, and in a matter of seconds were both stripped and ready for action. Rhona didn't want any more foreplay, and neither did I.  I climbed above her while she took my penis firmly in hand and shoved it into her cunt.  Immediately we stared humping in rhythm, mouths and tongues intertwined, hands caressing every inch of each others torsos.  The orgasms came too soon, and we laid back on the bed, hand on each others' sex, exhausted but happy.

I figured we were done, but Rhona's actions indicated otherwise.  Slowly, using her tongue, she stroked my body, starting with my chest and ending at the intersection of my legs, where she came to rest, lips around the head of my deflated penis.  But not for long.  Her licks and sucks and movement got me erect a lot sooner than I thought I was able.  I responded by gently guiding her into a position where I could apply analygous stimulation.  After a couple of minutes, I turned Rhona onto her knees, with her legs spread just a little, and saddled up behind her.  The contact was electric, as I stroked her breasts and pushed deep again into her cunt. She bucked like a wild stallion.  The rhythm was erratic, but all too soon the excitement became too much to bear and I exploded again within the warmth of her.

I guess we never thought about other Open House visitors, and fortunately for us none showed up during our liaison.

We washed up in the master bathroom, side by side, still only patially dressed. She certainly was the most beautiful and sexiest woman I ever had the pleasure to meet. It was only sheer willpower that prevented me from taking her back to the bed, my desire for her was so strong.  As we got dressed, I asked Rhona about the house.
łOh, its not really for sale.  I just use it to lure horny men like you into the sack.  It worked, didnąt it?  And, if someone actually made an offer at my asking price, Iąd have enough to buy a nicer place for cash.˛  I was completely surprised at her answer.  So it wasnąt my charm after all.

When we finally went back downstairs, another visitor had just come in.  I shook Rhona's hand and gave her a wink.  After all, I might want to see the house again, on some random Sunday.

An Original H M Tale


