Love my Real Estate Agent

I’m Sean, a 35 year old single man. Never married, or really had a serious relationship. Never wanted one. I’ve witnessed too many of my friends get married, then a few years later, they end up divorced. I own a small custom woodworking shop that deals in furniture and the like, and I have been quite successful with it.

I also own a nice 3 bedroom split level home, but does not have the yard I seek, which would be at least an acre, or more. It resides on a cul – de- sac and is quiet, yet not for me anymore. I prefer privacy and not nosey neighbors. I mean my neighbors are nice, and most of them are around my age. The women are always trying to set me up with one of their friends. I usually beg off of those situations, but I did go out with a couple of them. But those women had their sights set on marriage, and all I was looking for was a fun time out, and then maybe a roll in the sack.

Now don’t get me wrong, if the right woman came along, I would entertain the thought of settling down with her, but for now, I am quite content on just meeting a lady, have fun, and enjoy sex. I have never had trouble getting a date. I have been told I am good looking. 5’ 10, 180 lbs, brown hair, in good shape, since I work out quite a bit. I am no porn star, in the cock department, but I am 7 ½ inches and pretty thick, and so far, no woman has complained.

About 3 months prior, I started scanning the paper for a good real estate agent, to help sell my home, and hopefully find the perfect house for me. More out in the country, with a large yard and acreage. At least 3 bedrooms and 2 baths, family room and a basement to make a man cave in.


Chapter 2


I settled on this one agency and gave them a call. Later that day, a man called from there and said he would be sending out an agent the next evening.So we set up a time of 7pm. That next evening, the doorbell rang at 7 promptly. I opened the door and there stood a beautiful woman. Of course my mind raced as to how lucky I was to have her as my agent.

I opened the door and had her come inside. She introduced herself as Tammy and said she was her about listing my house. Now Tammy was a looker. She stood 5’ 2, and I would estimate her at 125 lbs, with at least 34D breasts, and a very shapely ass that was concealed by a very professional looking grey dress, and did show some cleavage, and grey heels. Her hair was platinum blond, which was a little longer than her shoulders and had the most angelic face with very full lips and gorgeous green eyes.

I could feel my dick twitch some, just looking at her. I’d probably buy just about anything she was selling. But then I noticed, the huge rock on her left ring finger, and was deflated. “Damn” I thought. “Some lucky bastard gets to be with this fine woman every day”

After viewing the house and her taking in everything, especially in my master bedroom, we went and sat down in the family room. She was on the couch, and I was across from her, in one of the Lazy Boy chairs I had.

“Sean, your house is lovely, and I adore the furniture throughout the place. Where did you but it?”

“Oh. I made those pieces in my company shop. I am a furniture builder.”

“Oh my, those pieces are gorgeous. I may have to look you up for some custom stuff.” she gushed.

Tammy then started crossing her legs a few times. It was subtle, yet, eye catching. She had very shapely legs and I know she knew what she was doing.

“Can I make a recommendation though?” she asked. “Sure. I am open to any idea”

“Good. The whole house is very nice, but I would suggest painting the kitchen. That rose color paint is so outdated now. A nice light yellow would really show off the cabinetry you have in there, and the granite tops. “

“Ewwww. I hate painting. But if you think it will help sell the place, I find the time to do it.”

She laughed and then stated, “Men. they just don’t have that touch like a woman does. Does your lady like that color?”

I laughed and said, “I am not married, or even involved with anyone at this time”, hoping she got the hint that she could have me anytime she wanted me.

“Tell you what, how about I come over saturday, and help you with this chore, and give you a woman’s touch to it?”

I chuckled and said, “You don’t have to put yourself out like that, but I will get it done.”

“Nonsense” she said. “Together we could knock it out in a day, and I’ll even go with you and pick the color. Then in 2 weeks, we’ll have an open house, and see how that goes. I’d like to list it, based on the comps of the area, for about $230,000.”

“Wow” I said. “You think you can get that much? I only paid $140,000 for it 7 years ago”

“Oh hell yes. The market is right for you, as a seller. We can also start looking at what you want to buy as well. Do you have a limit on what you want to spend?”

“I am going to try and stay around $400 grand, if I could.”

“I’m sure I can find you something in that price range. Why don’t you e-mail me the specifics of what your wish list is, and I can start looking tomorrow morning.”

I then asked her if she would like a glass of wine, or anything else to drink, but she declined, stating she needed to get home, that it had been a long day for her. Her dress had ridden up to her mid thigh and my eyes were transfixed on her legs. She knew I was looking too, but did not seem to care. She then stood up and pulled a card out from her bag and handed it to me.

“My e-mail and my private cell number are on that. Feel free to call me with any questions, or concerns. I am at your beck and call”

She then put her hand out to shake, which we did, but neither of us wanted the shake to end. Her hand was warm and inviting actually. I’d have loved to pull iy gently and guide her to my bed and just ravish her. She broke the spell by saying she would call me Friday and set up a time for Saturday, then left. That night, while laying in bed, all I could think about was Tammy and how great she probably looked naked, and how we could fuck our brains out, as I stroked my cock to two orgasms.


Chapter 3


Tammy did call Friday evening. She wanted to know if 9am was good with me, which is was. We did spend the next half an hour talking about some houses she wants to show me. For me to talk on the phone longer than a couple of minutes, is a rarity. I hate talking on the phone. But with Tammy, it just felt different. It was like we connected on so many levels, that were yet to be explored. Later that evening, I again jacked off, think of her and all the things I wanted to do with her, and to her.

The next morning I was up at 7am, showered, ate a light breakfast, made a pot of coffee, in case she wanted some. I had to turn on the air though. It was going to be close to 90 today, and really did not want to be sweating up a storm, while painting.

The doorbell rang just before 9, and I invited Tammy in. She was wearing a cute, pink top and was pretty loose, and definitely showed her cleavage even more. I could also see she was wearing a white, lacy bra, that wasn’t padded. Since the air was on, her nipples hardened and were trying their best to poke through her bra and top. She also had on a pair of loose fitting jean shorts, that stopped just after her butt cheeks, and really showed off her legs now, which had a golden tan. Of course my mind wandered, wondering if she tanned nude.

After a cup of coffee, which she was dying for, we went to the home center and bought a paint that she picked out. A pale yellow, which she said would look great in the kitchen, and talked me into a border for around the top of the walls. We then left and came back to my house to start. Of course, I was in no hurry. I wanted to drink in her beauty for as long as I could. It sucked that she was married.

I had already prepped the room. Got out any and all furniture and any free standing items, then placed drop cloths down, I had from work. Once we were set, she said she would do the cutting, up where the wall meets the ceiling. I figured, ok, I’ll let you do that, and I’ll start painting with the roller.

I was then treated to a gorgeous sight. She was up on the ladder, and stretching a little. This made her shorts ride up so her butt cheeks were showing proudly. “Fuck Me”, I thought. “What I would give just to lick and bite those right now” I could feel my dick twitch again, and prayed I would get a hard on. I was wearing an old pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt, and a pair of boxers. So If I got a woody, it would be noticeable.

I busied myself with working and we started talking about our lives. She wanted to know why a handsome man, like me, did not have a lady in his life. I explained to her that almost all of my friends divorced a few years after marriage. But I did admit that they did so because they still acted like immature idiots a lot of the time, and neglected their women. Plus, I just haven’t found that right person.

Then she told me about her. She is 33, married for 5 years now to a man who is never home. They were from Upstate New York, but 3 years ago, he was transferred down here for his job. They made him a vice president in charge of security at a big insurance company. You know the one, where they compared rates of all the companies, and claim they are lower.

She said he was 45, and is traveling all the time now. In fact he is out of town, and has been for two weeks, and is due home on Monday. “But, who knows how long he will be here.”

“That’s got too be rough on you. Someone as young and as vibrant as you seem to be”

“Honestly. It sucks. But I am getting used to it now.I throw myself into my work a great deal. When he is home though, I am not allowed to work, or work very little. He likes to be waited on hand and foot.” she explained.

I just shook my head when she said this, then added, “Well, no person should be subjected to that sort of treatment. I wouldn’t want to be treated like, and I sure as hell would never treat the person I love like that.”

I looked up at her, and I could tell she was shaking a little, like you do when you cry, or trying to hold it in. At that point I forgot about her ass and just concentrated on her. If I could have, I would have held her tight, but that would be crossing a line, I’m sure. Hell, I don’t even know why I am thinking like that. I try to steer clear of drama, especially from the female side of things.

Tammy spoke more then, “Don’t get me wrong, when we first got together 8 years ago and were married almost a year later, he was great. Attentive, loving, a real spoiler too. I shouldn’t say thing, but you seem like a caring guy and someone I believe I can trust, but the sex was fantastic. I love sex and love making, and for us, it was an everyday thing. But ever since we came here 5 years ago, it has gone from that to maybe, once every couple of months. And even that is over in like ten minutes. I know he has someone on the side. A woman can feel that, ya know.”

I just let her ramble on. I think I was just a sounding board for her and she needed to get it off her chest. So I listened but offered no advice. I didn’t know what to tell her. I have never been in that situation before.

Then she said, “I know who it is. It’s his secretary. They constantly text one another. Of course he says it is business, but no secretary test her boss at 10pm on a Saturday night with work related stuff. And from what I found out, she goes on many of his trips. But he doesn’t know that I know.”

Now I am one to cast any stones in this department, because I have screwed a few married women in my day. I believe if I really wanted too, I could bed Tammy, knowing how she feels about him. But I quickly got those thoughts out of my mind. If she was to leave him, then that would be a different story altogether.


Chapter 4

We took our time with painting. Breaking around 12:30 for lunch, which I made hot ham and cheese sandwiches and a beer. By 6pm, we finished, and it looked great actually. I told her how much I liked the color now and what a super job she did.

“I told you it would great, and thank you for the compliment. It was easy and I had a blast working with you. I would say tomorrow, you can hang the border up, and if you want some help, I can do that with you too.”

I smiled and said, “Great, because I am not good with that sort of work, and being selfish just a tad, I like the company too”

Her smile beamed when I said that, “I like the company too. You are different from most men I meet. They are either too scared to talk to me, or they leer at me, wondering how they can get into my panties.”

My face got a little red just when she said that. She must have noticed me staring at her ass half the day. Oh well, she didn’t hit me for doing it, plus I do believe she wanted some attention, or she wouldn’t have worn those shorts.

“Are you hungry by chance?”, I asked. “Famished actually. But I can grab something on the ride home.”

“Nah. Do you like seafood? I know this great little place down by the river that has excellent seafood and the atmosphere is really nice.”

She thought for a moment, then said, “Sure. But let me go home and change. I look a mess.”

“Screw that. You look great to me, except for a few splashes of paint on your face, otherwise, you look fine. I’m going like this, and the dress there is very casual”

I went to the sink and got a dish towel out and wet it with soap and water.