I had just returned home from picking up a few small grocery items in preparation for my final showing on a property located in the city’s east end. As the listing agent, there was a lot riding on this sale. A lavish 3.4 million dollar estate, which meant a pretty big payday.
There was one prospective, seemingly promising client booked in for a viewing at 5pm, an investor from out of town. Despite the torrential downfall of snow, my mind was on the two week vacation I had booked to Antigua. No amount of snow was going to hold me back. So I tidied up and rushed into the shower, anticipating heavier than normal traffic.
Once out of the shower, I carefully chose an outfit that made me look and feel my best; a knee length dark brown dress that hugged my body in all the right ways. A dress that said “she’s professional, and gets money”, but whispered, “she’s sexy as fuck”. I tied my hair in a low bun, paired with minimal gold hoops. Sometimes, less is more.
After pulling into the gated community, I parked at the front of the property, then carried my things inside. It didn’t take long to prepare a charcuterie board and set out the champagne bottle, giving me a moment to decompress before getting into “seller mode”. Right at 5pm, there was a gentle knock at the front door. I did a quick hair/makeup check then confidently walked over. When I opened the door, a pleasant surprise stood on the other side, a gorgeous man with dark hair and light eyes; the contrast that just gets you. He flashed a quick smile and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. James.
James: Hi, you must be Alex?
Alex: James?
James: Nice to meet you in person, finally...
We did that awkward hug-or-handshake thing.
Alex: So I guess your client is running behind because of the weather?
James: About that… Do you want the good news, or bad news first?
Alex: Ughhh, give me the bad news
James: Ok, bad news is that Angie’s flight got cancelled
Alex: And the good news?
James: She’s prepared to put in an offer without physically seeing the property
James set up his laptop at the kitchen island and got straight to work. He was charismatic and patient, explaining each document as his client followed along. He took off his suit jacket to reveal a sturdy frame, then paced back and forth in front of the floor to ceiling windows, as the snow continued to fall outside.
His entire demeanor had me intrigued. Good looking and soft spoken, there was something magnetic about James’ presence. I grew a deep desire for access to his attention. He wrapped up on the call with an air of certainty as we awaited the signed documents to come in.
“Are those snacks for eating or just for decoration?”, he asked with a flirty undertone.
"Please, eat!", I said.
James: So how long have you been in real estate?
Alex: 8 years. 5 in commercial, 3 in luxury
“Pretty women are always in luxury”, he declared before putting a cracker in his mouth.
Alex: What about you, mister - when did you get started?
“Mister? I like that.”, he said, laughing. "2 years, I have a corporate background and recently made the shift."
Alex: Oh, so this is your second life? Suddenly, I’m curious about your story.
James: It’s a long one.
Alex: Hmmm
James: How about, once this deal is inked, we go for dinner to celebrate success and share stories? My treat.
As the final call took place, he glared right at me, a serious look on his face as he clenched his jaw. Within a few moments, a slight smile emerged. James gestured for the champagne and laughed as I did a little celebration dance.
We shared the win with an embrace that was fuelled with excitement. He lifted my feet slightly off the ground, his arms wrapped around my waist and heart beating against my chest. A moment we both held onto. After cheers-ing to a job well done, James proceeded to shovel the driveway so that we could go to dinner.
The street was still completely blocked. We would have to wait it out, until the snow plows came around in a few hours. He called the nearby restaurants to make reservations, but everyone was closing because of the storm. Despite James being hellbent to figure something out, we accepted that we’d have to shelter in place. Together.
So we moved the snacks into the living room and lit the fireplace to keep warm. There was no wifi or TV, all we had was each other. Our conversation spanned from career and travel plans to more personal topics like past relationships and long term goals. Minutes turned into hours, and we both drifted asleep on opposite ends of the couch.
When I woke up, the fireplace was still flickering, the only light source in the room. I walked over to the window, it was pitch black and the roads still hadn’t been cleared. James shifted his body deeper into the couch, and asked if I wanted to lay with him. He set his alarm for two more hours, “hopefully we’d be out before sunrise”.
I paused for a moment, considering what my choices might lead to. Releasing my hair from the bun, I slowly walked over with a blanket, into his open arms. With my body in front of his, he moved my hair, his breath was steady, warm on my skin.
“Is this okay?”, James whispered.
I nodded my head, pressing my body into him. He began kissing the back of my neck, “you smell so good”. His hand gradually moved from my inner thigh, grazing the side of my hip, up the centre of my stomach, then towards my breasts. Gently, James pulled down the strap of my dress, sliding his hand inside. My nipples got hard as he groaned into my ear. He continued kissing and sucking while appreciating handfuls of my body.
He asked to remove the dress. I stood up, my back facing him as he unzipped me, smoothly peeling my dress off before gently slapping my ass. He then grabbed my hips and turned me around to face him. Again, that smile, that single dimple. I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, mounted his lap and placed both of his hands on my breasts. Lightly rubbing my nipples with the tips of his fingers, he laid on his back with me still on top. The only thing I had on were a pair of black lace underwear.
With his one hand wrapped around my neck, the other slid inside of my panties before removing them entirely.
“I want you to sit on my face”, he said calmly.
James adjusted himself downwards while shifting my body upwards. I straddled his face, releasing my weight onto him. He moaned in satisfaction.
His hands came up to hold my hips, providing guidance as I moved against him. His mouth was warm, his tongue was in expert mode, teasing and exploring. The slow buildup of pleasure consumed me. I ran my hands through his hair, holding onto him as I rode the waves.
His embrace trailed up towards my waist, before cupping my breasts. A circular motion grasp, adding another layer of sensation that put me on edge. I thought I couldn't take any more. Lost in pure bliss with one final flick, I came undone. My body convulsed, as I rode out my orgasm on his tongue.
Coming down from the high, I laid against his chest. His arms wrapped around me as my breathing slowly returned to normal. His fingers traced random patterns on my skin, I could hear his heart beating steadily beneath me.
"Was it good?" he asked, his voice low.
"It was more than good", I replied, turning to face him.
There were faint traces of a smile on his lips, that irresistible dimple still visible.
"Good, because I'm not done with you yet."