At 23, I finished my bachelor's degree in accounting and, after several interviews, received and accepted a job offer from an established firm in Miami. I was both excited and anxious at the prospects that awaited me. My moving strategy was simple. I would set up appointments to see potential apartments and fly down from my parents' home in New York to pick one out. Once accommodation was secured, I would return to New York to rent a U-Haul and make the move. I had three weeks before I started.
I arrived in Miami on Monday, picked up the rental car, and drove to the hotel. It was September, but still in the mid-to-upper eighties, a pleasant change from New York's mid-seventies. My plan for the first day: to see some apartments and then go out afterward to sample the nightlife. I was eager to see what Miami had to offer in both respects, but business came first.
Waking up early on Tuesday, I showered and put on khaki shorts, a white button-up shirt, and sandals, which complemented my medium-tanned skin. I consider myself decent-looking, standing six feet one inch tall and weighing 195 pounds, with short, dark brown hair and light brown eyes. Not a lady killer, but I'd never really had any trouble getting women, or keeping them for that matter. My thick eight-inch cock helped in that department. I examined and arranged my list of appointments, entered them into Google Maps, and was ready for my first stop.
The first couple of places, a garden-style building a block from the beach and a high-rise with an ocean view, were both nice but a little expensive for their square footage. I needed to be more realistic with my expectations. Stop number three in the Hialeah area, a little more inland, did just that. It was an older, six-story white structure. I parked, went to the front door, and pressed the intercom button.
"Hello, how can I help you?" a pleasant, static-sounding female voice answered.
"Hi, this is Caden. I have an appointment to see an apartment at ten."
"Come in," the voice answered. "It's the first door on the right as you enter."
The door buzzed, signaling its unlatching, and I went in. About ten feet on the right was a white door with the words "Leasing Office" on a black and gold stick-on plaque. I turned the knob and pushed it open. As I entered, I looked around and saw a couple of wall hangings with flowers and other abstract art, a couch, a coffee machine on a small table, an easy chair, and a desk with a woman behind it.
"Hi, I'm Vicki," she said, standing and extending a hand to greet me.
The leasing agent appeared to be in her late forties or early fifties, about five feet four inches tall and weighing approximately 130 pounds, with shoulder-length, chestnut-brown hair and deep emerald-green eyes. She wore a purple silky blouse unbuttoned just far enough to reveal a hint of cleavage, and neat dark blue jeans. Overall, she was an attractive older woman who took pride in her appearance.
"Nice to meet you!" I replied, stepping forward and accepting her handshake. "This seems like a nice building."
"Thank you!" she responded, releasing my hand and coming around the side of the desk. "We do our best."
"Can I get you anything to drink? Water, Coffee?"
"A water would be nice," I answered, always a fan of proper hydration.
Vicki continued across the room to a small refrigerator with a smoked-glass door and bent down to open it, retrieving a plastic bottle of water. I stared at her backside as she leaned over. It was shapely, not too big nor too small, and framed nicely by the tight jeans that covered it. I quickly looked away to avoid getting busted when she turned.
"Let me tell you a bit about us," she offered, whirling around and handing me the water before returning to the desk and motioning me to the chair opposite it.
We both sat down and then launched into a brief history of the building, her company, its operations, security deposits, base rental fees, and other noteworthy details. After five minutes of leasing basics and a bit of small talk, she stood up again.
"If that sounds good, I can show you what I have available."
"Sure, that would be great," I agreed, and got up with her.
Vicki grabbed a keychain, and we headed into the building with her in the lead, heels clicking with each step.
"So, what are you interested in? A studio, one bedroom, or two bedrooms. Is there a wife, girlfriend, roommates, or a pet, maybe?"
"No, none of that, it's just going to be me," I informed her.
We arrived at the elevator, stopping to press the call button. Vicki turned, looking over her left shoulder.
"We can see a one-bedroom first. Were you interested in furnished or unfurnished?"
I hadn't thought about that. There wasn't a choice in the previous two buildings I'd seen. My parents gave me several pieces of furniture, and the plan was to buy whatever else I needed once I'd moved in. Not having to rent a U-Haul for the furniture and just packing my car with clothes and other personal stuff was an intriguing option, not to mention far less work.
"I guess I'd like to see both," I responded. "What is the difference in price?"
The elevator doors opened, and the leasing agent stepped inside and turned to face me.
"It's probably a few hundred dollars more, but we can discuss that later... once you see everything," she suggested with a smile.
I followed her into the elevator, and she pressed the sixth-floor button.
"The top floor has the best view. I think you'll like it."
We arrived on the floor, exited, and turned right. We walked about twenty feet down the carpeted hallway before stopping at a pale white door with the black iron numbers sixty-seven.
"This is one of the unfurnished units," Vicki explained, sorting through the keys and unlocking the door. "We can start here and then go to a furnished one down the hall."
"That sounds great," I replied.
We entered the dwelling, and I surveyed the interior. Like the others I'd seen earlier at my previous stops, it was small, but this was within my allowed range, rent-wise. The appliances were older and white, matching the walls and counters. There were older hardwood floors throughout. It was a starter apartment, I told myself, be pragmatic. There would be room to upgrade later if things went well with my job.
"So, what do you think? Is this something you would be interested in?"
I thought briefly, my head nodding slowly.
"It is. So far, this is my best option, but I still have several other places to visit."
"Well, let's see the furnished unit and see where we are after that," she countered, glancing at me with a grin.
Out we went and down the hall two doors to unit sixty-nine.
Upon entering, the layout appeared to be the same. The space was sparsely fitted with a living room set, a kitchen table, and chairs. We walked into the bedroom, with two nightstands, a queen-size bed and mattress, and a desk in one corner. The furniture was nothing special; functional would be the word I would use to describe it.
"Let's talk. So, you've seen both. Do you have a preference?" Vicki asked, sitting down on one side of the couch and placing her phone on the glass-topped coffee table.
"Well, I do like the furnished one better," I began, sitting at the other end of the sofa. "I don't have a lot of furniture right now, and it would be easier to move in and get started with my job."
"I was thinking the same thing. You want to settle in, get to work, and, in a year or so, move on to another apartment or buy something if you decide to stay. Does that sound right?"
She had been doing this for a while, I could tell.
"Well, I hadn't thought that far ahead, but, yes, something along those lines. How much more would the furnished unit be?"
"Well, the wonderful thing is that the building owner and I have an... understanding. He lets me manage the building, and I have free rein to set rates and make deals, within reason, of course," she said, gazing directly into my eyes. "The numbers we discussed earlier...were a baseline...so to speak. Would you like to make a deal, Caden?"
I noticed a change in her voice. It was more direct, but playful at the same time…flirty even.
"Sure, anything I can save would help," I reasoned.
"I want you to kiss me," Vicki said matter-of-factly, shifting to the cushion directly beside me. "Depending on how good the kiss is, I'll tell you what you saved."
Was she serious? I gawked at her, my eyes moving up and down.
"For real?" I replied, caught slightly off guard.
"Yes, for real…if you want. I wouldn't want to force you into anything you didn't want to do. It's just a kiss."
I leaned forward, my arm moving onto the back of the couch as I was closing the distance. My lips met hers, and I lingered for a second. Then, I broke the kiss and backed up.
"Well, you don't want much of a deal, do you?" she declared, with a slight chuckle.
There was a moment of silence.
"I'm sure you can do better than that," she purred.
I moved in again, my confidence building, and determined to make a better effort. This time, as we engaged, I parted Vicki's lips and explored, our tongues intertwined, and I felt hands on my chest, then one wrapping around me, the other moving downward. We made out for what seemed like about thirty seconds as her hand reached my crotch. I moved my hand upward, cupping a breast, massaging it through the blouse. The kiss ended, and we both smiled.
"Now you're getting the picture," she said, extending a hand. "Follow me."
I rose, grasping her hand, and was led into the bedroom. Once inside, she turned to face me, moving in for another kiss. Our lips touched, and my mouth opened to accept her probing tongue. I moved my hands down, gripping the ass that taunted me earlier, squeezing it as I pulled closer to grind my hardening prick into her. Vicki shifted backwards and looked into my eyes.
"Let's get out of these clothes."
I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it to the side. Unbuckling the belt holding up my khakis, I let them drop to the ground. Stepping free of the shorts, my boxers were all that stood between my now tenting eight-inch hard-on and freedom. I peered up. Vicki hadn't removed anything yet; she was busy watching me.
"Mmmm, someone is excited," she cooed, ogling my midsection. "Let's see what's hiding under there! Drop 'em!"
I slid my thumbs into the waistband and slowly pulled the underwear down until my erection sprang free. Letting go, the underwear fell to the ground, only to be kicked to the side with a quick sweep of my right foot.
"Jesus, that is divine!" Vicki remarked, showing approval for my now exposed cock and slowly beginning to unbutton her top. "Stroke it for me... slowly... mind you, we wouldn't want anything to happen just yet, would we now?"
She continued to undo the shirt buttons, then removed it, leaving a white lacey bra holding back a pair of grapefruit-sized tits. The jeans were next, slipping them down and off, revealing a matching white lace thong.
"Like what you see so far?" she inquired, running her hands over the bra-clad breasts, stopping to rub the hardening nipples through the fabric.
"You're beautiful," I said, my hand still slowly massaging my manhood, now slickened by the juice that had begun to seep from the head.
"Thank you!" she blushed, leveling her stare at me. "You're not so bad yourself. Don't move!"
Stepping into the living room, she returned a moment later, phone in hand.
"I want to enjoy this," Vicki said, walking over towards me and scrolling on her phone. But I need to take care of something first."
Reaching me, she knelt, glancing up.
"I'll take it from here," she whispered, reaching for my dong. Her hand replaced mine, continuing the caressing at my set pace.
With her other hand, she redialed a number on the phone, and licking her lips, moved closer to my rock-hard dick.
"Hello?" the voice on the speakerphone said.
Her gaze met mine as she closed in on her intended target.
"Hello, Mark. It's Vicki. You have an appointment to see an apartment in Hialeah with me at noon."
She paused and flicked her tongue across the tip of my stiff staff, sampling the precum that had accumulated, then backing up slightly and swirling her tongue, enjoying the just-captured fluid.
"Yes, that's right," the voice replied.
"I hate to ask you this, but if it's okay with you, could we reschedule for, say, 3:00 today? Something has come up that I need to take care of."
She moved back in, engulfing the head of my organ, running her tongue around the rim, and moving back and forth a couple of times, each deeper than the last. Then, she pulled me free and halted the stroking movements.
"That's not a problem. I don't have anything else scheduled for today. I'll see you then."
She quickly licked my cockhead up and down again like a lollipop, removing a newly formed drop of clear liquid.
"Great, I'm glad that works for you. I'll see you at 3:00. Take care."
She ended the call and tossed the phone onto the bed.
"Now, where were we?"
The leasing agent slowly resumed jerking my swollen member, simultaneously placing it in her mouth, and began bobbing. Vicki was certainly no stranger to sucking a cock.
"That feels great!" I moaned, the warmth and wetness sending waves of pleasure through my body. "Oh fuck...suck my dick!"
She continued for another minute or so, pulling my erection out occasionally to lick it up and down, only to plunge it back in, assaulting me with renewed vigor. If she continued, it wouldn't be long now until I exploded.
"Oh, yes, that's it. Fuck... I'm gonna cum soon if you keep this up," I advised, feeling like I was twenty seconds or so from liftoff.
She slowed, leered at me with those beautiful green eyes, and stood up.
"I've got to have that inside of me, baby," she hissed, reaching back to unhook the bra and letting it slide off her arms to the floor.
She had nice boobs, a small D or big C cup, and still shapely. They had a slight sag to them, to be fair, topped with medium-brown areolas, two inches in diameter, and nipples poking out almost half an inch. While I was busy staring at her breasts, the panties were next to go. I glanced south and was greeted by a completely shaven pubic area, her labia glistening with the juices of excitement. I was then gently pushed back onto the bed in a playful manner.
"Move back a bit," the green-eyed older woman said, motioning me toward the center of the bed.
I shifted as directed, and she climbed on, straddling me, reaching for my aching penis, and lining it up with her slit.
"Caden, do you want fuck me? Do you want to bury that magnificent prick in my cunt? Do you want to fill my pussy with your cum?"
Vicki was unapologetically direct for someone I had only met an hour ago. Sex was more than I expected this morning, but now, on the doorstep of penetration, I wanted nothing more. Without a word, I reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling down and impaling her on my stiff rod. My head disappeared into the folds of her entrance, sliding an inch or two before I met any resistance. She instinctively rose and then slowly lowered herself.
"Ohhh...ohhh yes! Ohhh, fuck…fuck... that's big. Easy now, let me get used to that."
She lifted again, then back down, repeating the action several times until I was about three-quarters of the way in, then stopped. There was a moment when everything stood still as we exchanged a knowing glance. Then, without saying a word, she began slowly rocking up and down, increasing the speed as I sank in, then out, pushing up in time with her movements. Her tits were bouncing up and down in time with our exertions as we perfected our rhythm. I pulled her forward so I could take a nipple into my mouth, sucking and biting it lightly as I pounded her hot, slippery womanhood.
"Your dick feels so good...so big...oh....oh yes," she moaned, eyes closed tightly, and face wracked with pleasure. "Fuck me harder, baby, fuck me harder! Don't you dare cum until I tell you!
I could only hope that I would last as long as needed. This situation was so incredibly hot and unexpected that I moved closer to release faster than I could ever remember. Another thirty seconds rolled by as I felt myself closing in.
"Fuck...you feel so good! I'm getting close, I'm going to cum soon," I warned.
"Not yet, hold on!" she urged, lifting herself, my engorged rod slipping free.
Vicki knelt off to one side, leaning over and taking me into her mouth, tasting our juices on my turgid member. She bobbed up and down several times, then rotated so the junction of her thighs was directly over my face.
My path was obvious; I pulled closer so I could insert my tongue. It was sweet and tangy, and I probed deeper into her, then searched for the clit. She removed my appendage from her mouth, content to slowly stroke it, licking the precum off as it dribbled out, allowing me to reset as I lapped her mound.
"Yes…yes, that's it. Eat my pussy…God, that feels so good. Keep it up!"
We continued for another minute or two, moaning and groaning with her teasing me as I delved further into her wetness. Then, Vicki rolled off and onto her back.
"Get that cock back in me baby, I want to cum so bad," she begged, "and I want to feel you shoot that cum into me when I do!"
I moved over her, shaft in hand to guide it. I pushed forward, my head parting the slick lips, then driving my length into the hilt.
I started pounding away, looking down to watch my glistening prick disappear into her sex, only to reappear and repeat the process as I headed toward my final destination.
"Oh...yes...yes, fuck me…. fuck me! So good, oh...so fucking good...that huge cock!"
My mind was on fire, pleasure tearing through me, and the third time had to be the charm. My orgasm was now inevitable.
"You're so fucking wet...this is so hot...oh fuck...I'm going to cum," I cautioned.
She rolled, taking me with her, my dick still embedded, and came up on top of me, hands on my chest, only to begin slamming herself up and down on me.
"Don't stop, don't you dare stop!" she cried out, eyes closed again, face contorted, throwing her head back. "Oh, fuck I'm going to cum baby, keep fucking me, just like that! Oh, yes…yes…Yes!"
Vicki's tits were jiggling as I rammed up and she slammed down, her torrid sheath gripping me as she rode me like a bucking bronco, until I could take no more.
"I'm cumming...I'm cumming....here it comes," I exclaimed, my balls beginning to fill as my load made its way past the point of no return.
I felt the first shot of jism spew forth into her soaking wet box, and that was all it took to unleash her climax.
"Oh, fuck......fuck I'm cumming, I'm cumming too," she cried out, continuing her rapid up and down movements. "Oh yes, baby fill me up with your cum, shoot it into me."
I deposited several more blasts of my hot, sticky white sperm deep inside, thrusting into her fully with each injection as she rode me through her peak. We continued, our orgasms washing over us. Then, our movements began to slow. Finally, Vicki collapsed onto my chest, my softening cock still buried inside of her. She spoke first.
"That was amazing. I haven't cum like that in a long time."
I rolled my head slightly so I could see her face.
"This is the last thing I thought was going to happen this morning, to be honest," I smiled. "You were awesome."
She sat up and then rolled off me, falling onto her back next to me.
"So, what did you think of the apartment?"
I paused for a second, not wanting to seem too quick with my response, admiring her tits now pancaked out on her chest, nipples still erect.
"Well, the furnished one had advantages over the unfurnished one," I said slyly, the joke not lost on either of us. "I guess all that's left is to find out what the final price is."
Vicki rolled over onto her side and placed her hand on my cheek, stroking it lightly.
"Well, I'm pretty sure I can give you the furnished for the same price as the unfurnished," she suggested. "I don't have another appointment till three, and it's only eleven thirty, so…if you'd like to try and knock that number down a little further..."
We kissed, and after a few seconds, our lips separated, and I gazed into those deep green eyes.
"Let's see what we can do," I agreed, sliding a finger into her cum soaked twat.
I was confident I had found my apartment.
