Thomas P. Keyton couldn't believe his good fortune. The blond creature looked up at him from her passive position, holding the base of his cock in her left hand, her right hand clutching his ass. Her eyes wide, watching his reaction to the wonderful feeling she was giving his member. He was making little grunting noises, his jaw slack, his control lost, his mind swirling in wonderment.
Sarah Perkins wondered how she let this happen. What had come over her? It was so unprofessional, falling for an old line that she had heard a dozen times before. He thrust his hips forward, pushing the head of his cock to the back of her throat, making her gag. She quickly moved her right hand from his ass to his balls, cupping them as a warning to control his hips, silently telling him the slightest movement would force her to close her fist on his testicles.
She intentionally batted her eyelashes and relaxed her grip on his balls as she rocked back on her heels, bobbing her head forward, swirling her tongue, moving her lips on his cock. She saw a vein pop out on his neck and could tell he was getting close. His cock became warmer, swelling, and ready to erupt. She felt the weight of his balls, lifting them and letting them bounce in her small hand to remind him not to thrust forward. It would be counter productive. She was in control.
His mouth clamped shut at the same time his balls contracted. Sarah watched him and heard the low growl emerge from deep in his chest just as the first spray emerged from his cock. She felt it hit the back of her mouth, recovered quickly and aimed his cock to the side so she could swallow. She continued to jack him, feeling his balls contract and pump, contract and pump.
There were droplets on the head when she released his flaccid cock. Not feeling obliged to lick it clean or put it away for him, Sarah managed to rise to her feet. Tom was obviously weak in the knees, too spent to help her up. She walked through the dining room to the kitchen, her heels clicking on the bare floors. She returned with paper towels, lowered herself to her knees and wiped the stray goblets from the wood. Would cum leave spots on hardwood flooring?
Once in the upright position again, Sarah cleaned a droplet from her hand and rolled the towel into a ball. She cleared her throat, licked her lips and resumed the sales pitch as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. "As I was saying, this is a splendid space, open to the wrap-around balcony," she said, pointing upward, trying to sound effervescent.
Tom was tucking his shirt tail in his pants and buckling his belt, trying to pay attention to what Sarah was saying, hiding his irritation with her vibrant nature. She had an annoying habit of exaggerating, calling a room spacious when it was not, and using words such as stunning and gorgeous to describe features that were clearly worn, even gross.
But he wanted to be courteous, especially after receiving the favor she had bestowed upon. As he looked around he could see possibilities with this house. He wished he knew the criteria his secretary had stipulated. There was only one prerequisite that mattered; this house was near the trolley line. Otherwise, all he needed was a comfortable place to sleep when working at the home office.
Sarah was struggling with the challenge all sales people encounter from time to time, disguising the flaws in the product they are trying to sell. It was a small row house, two bedrooms with a bath and a half; his secretary had stipulated three bedrooms and two full baths. The backyard was miniscule. "It will be easy to keep track of the boys on rainy days," she said, motioning to the balcony above the main room.
Tom nodded, seeing her point. She had cleverly turned a drawback into an advantage. The open space provided no privacy from above but she had made it sound attractive. No matter, if he needed privacy he could always close the bedroom door. As a student of salesmanship he applauded her strategy.
"And I'm sure they won't mind sharing a room," she said, now heartened by Tom's obvious appreciation of the space. "Let's go upstairs and look at the bedrooms."
He followed her up the stairs, thinking what an adventure it would be to bend her over the balcony and fuck her from behind. There was no furniture in the house.
Sarah turned when they reached the landing. "They are four and six? Is that right?"
The questions and her sudden turn took Tom by surprise. Should he mention the droplet of cum on her chin? It was beginning to crust. And what was she talking about? Actually, it was his secretary who had spoken to Sarah and arranged the appointment. He recalled a number of conversations concerning his housing preferences but the new job had drawn most of his attention elsewhere. Settling in, meeting the people at the home office and making the right impressions were his main priorities. Finding a suitable place to sleep was secondary. But he did wish he had listened more attentively to Nancy's briefing regarding his search for a place to sleep. Had Nancy misunderstood his needs?
"Yes, four and six," Tom said, remembering Nancy sticking her head in his office to confirm the ages of the smiling boys in the photo on his desk. He had no idea why she thought he had a family but he didn't correct her. Nancy had been retained from the past administration and he didn't know her very well. Concerned that she would think him too young and inexperienced to be the new vice president of sales he had nodded, letting her continue to believe he was married with a family. She must have relayed the information to Sarah along with answers to other snippets of information, vital to finding the ideal home for the young executive and his family.
Tom could find nothing to complain about on the second floor. The two bedrooms were quite large, one at the front with windows to the street and the other overlooking the tiny backyard. The bathroom was between the two rooms with the balcony connecting the upstairs rooms to the stairs, open to the large room below.
He was concentrating so deeply on how things would work, mentally placing furniture and the few paintings he owned that he forgot about bending Sarah over the balcony railing. He dismissed the thought of seducing her, knowing that he would never forgive himself for taking advantage of a married woman. The ring on her finger was the first thing he noticed when they met.
Sarah was pleased at how well the showing was going. She could tell by his reaction that Tom was impressed with the house but she was keeping her fingers crossed, waiting for him to discover the drawbacks. There was still the matter of the second bath Nancy had stipulated and the miniature backyard. "Seen enough up here? Let's go downstairs. I can't wait for you to see the kitchen. It's state of the art. Your wife will love it. Does she like to entertain? The dining space is magnificent."
Tom didn't know why Nancy thought he needed three bedrooms and two baths. It must have been something she had heard about resale value. When Sarah opened the door to the half-bath he stuck his head inside and looked around briefly. His mind was still reeling from the chandelier in the dining room and the fully equipped kitchen. He had avoided the question about his wife liking to entertain but he was already picturing himself hosting dinners for single friends he hoped to meet. Too bad this sales lady was married.
The lack of a tub or shower in the down stairs bath didn't seem to faze him, making Sarah wonder if she had misunderstood Nancy on that point. There was still the matter of the backyard to get past. Should she point out that it would be unsuitable for two small boys to play there? There was hardly room to turn around.
She was mystified when he wanted to know the price. They used the island in the center of the large kitchen to fill in an offer form.
Sarah was giddy when she dropped him back at his office. She could still taste his cum and her knees were raw from kneeling on the hardwood floor. Her hair, she knew, was out of place and she didn't dare check her makeup in the mirror. She would have to go home and clean herself up. She couldn't go back to the office like this.
How did it happen? She had been nervous from the moment he got into the car. He was not particularly good looking but she could see how he had risen to his new position, overseeing the sales force from the home office. He was self poised and confidently brash. His smile was captivating. During the ride to the first house he interrogated her, abstracting crucial facts that would give him the advantage. "What does your husband do? Where did you go to school? Let me guess, age 32, married 10 years, two kids, a boy 9 and a girl 6. Am I right?"
She neither agreed nor differed, twisting the silver band on her ring finger, smiling shyly as she drove.
Perhaps it had been a mistake to take him directly to the house that best fit his criteria but Nancy said his time was limited. There were three bedrooms, two baths, gentle sloping lawns and the location was perfect, near a good school and practically on the trolley line. Nancy also said that since Tom traveled frequently he didn't plan to have a car.
She didn't argue with him when he rejected the perfect house but she wondered if her efforts were futile. Nancy had warned her that Tom would be out of town all of the following week and she didn't know when there would be time for another appointment. He was sure to find the other two houses deficient in one way or another.
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