It All Began With a Just a Naughty Leer Over Lunch

by Pettybox

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Fiction, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: A front man for a realty group has to spend a few weeks setting up a new condo complex. He innocently lunches each day in a local strip mall and one day happens to look up and see the most appealing woman he ever laid eyes on. His fantasy for her plays out in his head, but she sees his hungry eyes and recalls a time when her husband looked at her that way. Can she resist the chance to feel the passion and appreciation for her efforts to keep herself so appealing that her husband neglects?

No woman ever tied me down, but I always did well with the fair sex, enjoying being a bachelor especially after I saw a lot of my best friends end up in divorce and having themselves financially and emotionally ruined. I was never consumed with the urge to procreate and overall I'm very satisfied with my life.

I work for a realty company that finances and builds condo developments. We have 15 developments, mostly on the East Coast, plus one in Montana, one near Dallas, Texas. I coordinate the advertising and set up of the sales office. We sell early units low to get a base clientele and assure prospective buyers that they won't be alone in the development. We've survived the economy quite well because our units are fair priced and pretty basic. We get a lot of starter couples and seniors. We finance some buyers ourselves but try to use local banking institutions rather than the big "chain" banks. If a prospective buyer can put 25 percent or more down, we will try to do our own financing as it gets people situated faster. The more traffic and cars parked in front of buildings only means easier selling.

Typically the first building that goes up features one each of our variety of units. One and two bedroom units, some with fireplaces or wrap around decks for corner units. Unless there's a special order, we sell 4 basic units. I'll work with a furniture company on advertising trades to help furnish each of the "models" so they can be shown how they looked when lived in. I usually pick one to make "my home" until we really get rolling and we hire a sales staff. I'm usually in an area for 60-90 days. 12 years ago when I started this venture with a couple investors, before we sold what holdings we had, our concept, and way of business, to a larger builder/realtor who smartly hired me. I used to screw around a lot with potential female customers. I was a good looking guy who took risks. I was very stupid to get involved with people I was trying to sell to; especially when I knew (and they didn't) there was no chance for a relationship. I had a few contracts torn up in my face, a couple husbands who were trying to find me, and a few fathers who wanted words with me.

Since that time I haven't settled down much, but as my first business partner would tell me, "don't shit where you eat". I haven't been involved with customers, their wives, or daughters, since. So we were just beginning to settle into a new development in the Elmira, New York area. It was an area that had done pretty well in the economic downturn and based on our formulas and statistics, might be ripe for condominium development. Our basic units run in the 125-150K range and new housing is way beyond those marks, so young families starting out or seniors who want to downsize are our usual customers.

We had broken ground in March and had the first building up with 6 units that represented our 4 floor plans. After living in a hotel for a month I had just settled into one of the demo units. We still had 11 more buildings and 88 condos to go. I start with a staff of 4, 2 people who travel from our office and two local hires that we hope can start a sales office. I was just about to put the office in place, we had reached that stage. I had15 units sold without much of a sales push and the ad rush was just about to begin in radio and newspaper. It was Thursday and on Monday 2 people would be in to interview for local staff and once everything was in motion, I was moving on to Portland, Maine to find property.

I went to a nearby strip mall for lunch every day, opting for a pizza/salad joint, a chinese buffet, and a deli as a regular rotation of variety. Lunch was my big meal of the day since I spent most of my evenings jogging or exercising. My body was nowhere near the shape it was a dozen years ago, but I still looked pretty OK. If I sought female company, I usually didn't have much trouble getting to know someone.

I was sitting in the Deli one lunch time at a table in the front window facing out to the parking lot and the passersby. A woman driving an Escalade pulled right in the lot facing me and got out, closed the door, and brushed herself off as if she had dust or crumbs on her person. She checked herself out in the reflection of the vehicle and turned as a Nissan mini-van pulled in 2 spaces above her. This pretty brunette smiled to the mini-van and headed across the street to the walk in front of the deli. The person in the mini-van, a woman, must have been meeting her there, but I could not take my eyes off the brunette from the Escalade. She wore snug designer jeans and wore a smart and chic top that surely cost more than all the clothes I was wearing. She walked in a determined, but sexy, strut toward the entrance of the next business, a beauty supply chain. In the corner of my eye I saw the other woman, a slightly chubby, but handsome, blond walking swiftly as if to catch up while the brunette was slowing her pace so they could walk in together.

To say I was mesmerized by the brunette, her looks, her style, her swagger, and just overall real attractiveness, would be the understatement of a life time. Not overdressed, nor overly made up, just perfect and in a way that she seemed totally approachable. My elevator eyes were glued to her, noticing the perfect bounce to her breasts and the sway of her curvy bottom. I leaned forward a bit as she got just out of eyeshot, but as she turned out to spin and greet her friend she came back into the edge of my view. I expected to see the two air kiss and go inside when suddenly the door to the deli flung open and the blond shouted to me, "Why don't you just take a picture? Wipe off your mouth, you're drooling ... PERVERT!"

Her admonishment to me was the only thing that I might take my eyes off the brunette for as 3 or 4 other tables in the deli turned to look at me, wondering what I might have done. Right away the couple at the table next to me said, "What was her problem? You were just sitting here."

I replied, "I've never seen her before and am certainly not interested in her. She needs to get over herself." The rest of the tables started chuckling at the woman as she popped out the door as fast as she popped in and met her friend, obviously telling her that I was ogling her, which as far as I was concerned, was a compliment. It wasn't like I went out and followed her, or approached her. I just admired a beautiful woman. Looking back I remember thinking she wasn't Marilyn Monroe, or bombshell type beautiful; she was Grace Kelly, Audrey Hepburn, Sophia Loren or Cindy Crawford gorgeous. Just the whole package carried around and supported by her own elegance.

I was just getting into the 2nd half of my Roast Beef Sandwich when both women came out of the beauty supply store and walked in front of the window of the deli with the blond stopping and taking the elbow of her classy friend and turning to see me as if to say "Here's the creep who ogled and undressed you with his eyes". I did read her lips to know she said "undressed you".

This particular apple of my eye turned and looked at me and her eyes stayed on me for more than a polite look, meeting my eyes and half smiling which I took as appreciation for my once over. She turned and air kissed her friend and walked directly across from me to her car, leaving me a walk-away to take in while her friend yelled something to coach her that she was giving me a show, causing her to reach her hand carrying her millinery bag over her posterior, blocking my view of the twin globes movement. Out of the blonds view she pulled the bag to her front and stood there as if looking for a key, then opening the back door, dropping her bag and bending to get it, and then turning to face me, she smiled and got into her Caddy. She waved to her friend and they both backed out, one going left and the other right. When they were parallel with each other they spoke through the windows and the blond, closest to me, whipped her head towards me and gave me the finger and they pulled away. I chuckled to myself at the little vignette that had played out before me and finished my sandwich. As I did the little woman from behind the counter came around to the 3 or 4 tables of people finishing their lunches with a small plate of pastry she called "rugelach" in her heavy Russian accent and with a pair of metal tongs she put one on the paper plate saying "sweet ending" and nodding with a smile. She stopped at my table, placed the raisin filled pastry on my plate and said in her broken English, "I'm wicked Jewish mother-in-law to 3 just like the fat one, go look for the rich one. My sons all pick wrong ones." Then she laughed heartily as if she knew she was the stereotype of the Jewish mother, no woman ever good enough for her sons.

My sign at the rental office said "back at 2:15", even though I usually took just an hour. I didn't want to be back at 2:02 and miss a sale so I put the extra quarter hour to cover those minutes here and there. So I had at least another 20 minutes to blow off and I opened my paper to the crossword and finished my coffee and rugelach. In just a few minutes I was stumped at 4 down, four letters "be rife with" starting with a "b". I was tapping the page as I ran word possibilities through my mind when I became aware of someone standing at the window watching me. I looked up and there was the gorgeous brunette, now wearing a somewhat jaunty wide brimmed hat. It made her even more sexy and teasingly appealing to me. She smiled and turned to the side, never taking her eyes off me and walked down the sidewalk until she was out of my view. I gathered my paper and left a few dollars on the table and rushed out the door, not wanting to miss the opportunity that may or may not lie before me.

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