I smile as I lead the way back to your office. Our first deal completed. As I take my seat, you close the door and place a set of keys on your desk. Three keys on a ring with a property tag with a few entry instructions. I remember that property and the day you turned the file over to me as your assistant. I was so proud then. I’m beyond thrilled now.
We helped a distressed seller, giving him a fresh start. You’ve been my hero for almost a year now, but you don’t belong to me. You belong to anyone that needs you, but you are no longer along. I stand beside you and always will.
I glance down to make sure I’m showing just enough cleavage; just enough to keep you interested. I can smell the scent of my perfume and I know you can too. I’m wondering if you know that I take special care of myself when I see you. I think you do. When I say to you that “you’re the best” you smile and agree. I’ve done much for your ego. You’ve done even more for my heart. I love making you feel good.
I turn on my laptop and show you a video. A spoof on a realtor. You smile, laugh and nod as you identify with every word. Your eyes are so bright and your laughter infectious as we take a break from the day. I love seeing you happy. God, I love you.
I slowly push my laptop to the side and lean forward. My breasts now resting on your desk. Your mouth is slightly open as you take in the view. I want to tell you that all you see is yours, but I don’t want to alarm you. A gold ring (that I never wear) and 20 years separate us. Cultural differences and an economic divide accent the cards that are forever stacked against us. Not for anything but, my heart doesn’t give a rat’s ass about it. I want you so badly.
We talk about the deal we closed. I listen to every third word that comes out of your mouth. My heartbeat drowns out the others. I watch your lips, hear the inflections of your voice as I study your shoulders, your arms and your chest. Slowly, I get up and kneel before you and place my hands on your inner thighs. My hands stroking the denim of your jeans. I ask you to relax and say there are no strings attached. I just want to please you.
I place my hand on your zipper and feel your hardness. As we make eye contact, I sense you are nervous, there is no need to be. I look up at you, my eyes pleading for permission to pleasure you. You smile, and I sense the discomfort in your voice as you ask me if “I want to”.
“You know I do,” I whisper as my fingers tug at your zipper. Placing your fingers on top of mine, you guide me to take it down. I move back slightly, as you fully unzip, open your pants and slide them down. I see your cock pressing against your pale blue briefs and I lick my lips. You lower your briefs to just above the knee and I take them down the rest of the way.