Three weeks had passed and not one inquiry was made on my home. Still, I decided to be patient and wait it out a bit longer. Two weeks after that, still nothing. However, I wasn’t ready to give up and waited it out again.
The next evening, I received a phone call from a young man who was asking me questions about my house. He introduced himself as Hong and his open-ended questions were raising both my ire and curiosity. He asked me why I didn’t use the expertise of a real estate professional and what would it take for me to consider the services of a “powerful” agent such as himself.
I must confess that I was awestruck by his charm and determination. Hong offered to come to my home to advise me of a fair listing price. I was hesitant at first, but realized that I wasn’t getting anywhere trying to sell on my own. We arranged to meet at my home at 2pm the following day.
Hong didn’t arrive until almost an hour later, but when I answered the door, it was well worth the wait. He looked no older than 23 years old with dark black hair and fair skin. His slacks were neat, but noticeably tight and his dark blue shirt completed his very sexy attire. I nearly forgot what he was here for. Come to think of it, I DID momentarily forget that this was a professional visit.
“Melanie, my name is Hong. We spoke on the phone yesterday…,” he said in a calm, yet businesslike tone.
“Yes, Hong, I remember. Please come in.”
“This is a very nice place you have here. I want to help you get the best price you can for this home,” he said as he glanced around the foyer, then at me.
“Well, let’s see what we can do,” I replied as I tried to keep control of the conversation and my emotions.
I gave him the walk-through tour of the house as he dutifully took notes. We passed more than a few innuendos as we stood in my bedroom and I could tell he was interested in where the conversation was going.
“From my limited experience, I can see that the real estate market sucks,” I told him.
“But we can suck at it together,” he said with a smile.
His words traveled right to my clit and the throbbing began.
“Melanie, you did not show me the bathroom. Is there something that you’re hiding there?” He asked with a chuckle.
“Oh no, of course not,” I responded with a smile.
I was just saving the best for last.
Hong and I stood in my modest bathroom as he continued to take notes.
“As you can see, it needs a lot of work. The shower is extremely small. Barely enough room for one person, let alone two,” I said.
“Two? And who do you shower with?” He asked as he led me on.
“No one—well, no one just yet. Would you like to join me?” I asked.
He shifted his eyes, making sure that no one was around. Satisfied that we were truly alone, he placed his notepad on the floor and pulled off his shirt. I quickly removed my lace blouse and bra and wasted no time putting my arms around him.
Hong pulled me close to him as I pressed my breasts against him. Magnetically, our lips met as he slipped his tongue in my mouth. I felt my nipples harden from the pleasure as my body trembled from his touch. Slowly, my hands made their way down his body, to his pants, where I could feel his hardness.
“Take it out for me, please Hong,” I begged as I needed to have his cock.
Quickly, he undid his pants and unzipped them. Eagerly, I took his cock in my hand, stroking the shaft.
“You like it?” Hong asked, barely masking his ego.
“No, I love it,” I replied as I knelt before him.
I loved the way the mushroom tip glistened. It was just perfect for the tip of my tongue. Gently, I licked the tip of his cock as I cupped his balls in my hand.
He gently pressed my head closer to him.