This is a short, sweet but sexy story of something that happened to me recently. I purposely left out much of the uninteresting dialog. Many thanks to my editor who helped and guided me.
I was holding an open house shortly after Christmas. An older couple came in with their 20+ year old son who they introduced to me as being a third year medical student on the East Coast.
The son was extremely nice and "very" good looking and was constantly "checking me out," which left no doubt in my mind that he was much more interested in me than the house.
He was however, very careful so as not to give any indication of his strong interest in me to his parents. Naturally, I was not dressed provocatively but was wearing a skirt, a bit shorter than the norm, a white blouse, a navy blue blazer and 3" heels which accentuate my legs nicely.
In all honesty, I must admit, that the steady attention he gave to me with his beautiful blue "bedroom eyes" had certainly aroused me, to say the least.
After a very long walkthrough the couple said they liked the house, wanted to discuss it privately, and possibly look at it again tomorrow.
The following day they returned, looked at the home as their son trailed along behind us, I could feel his eyes on me the entire time, after lengthy discussions with me said they would like to submit an offer.
As it was already late, I said I would prepare the offer and call them to sign.
The next day I called and asked them to come by my home and sign the offer.
They arrived with their son, who had driven separately, after some discussion they signed and said they had to leave, but if possible their son would like to look at the home again. I said of course and they left.
Their son asked if I was ready to go, but I said I wanted to change first.
As I had been cleaning my house and never expected them to arrive so early, I just grabbed a pair of old sweat pants to put on over my almost obscenely short jean cut-offs. I didn't cover my tee shirt, having forgotten I had no bra on.
He said he didn't have much time and there was no need for me to change. As it was warm outside and he seemed anxious I didn't change, I took off the sweats and his wide smile left no doubt he was pleased with my attire. We left, each driving our own car.
The drive was less than 10 minutes, we arrived and went in. I accompanied him as he did a very quick walkthrough, came back down stairs, he said he had several questions, so we sat down together on the smaller of two couches.
"Where are you from?" he asked.
"I was born in Korea, but after graduating college I married an American and moved here," I answered.
"My compliments to your husband, as he married an extremely beautiful woman, do you mind if I ask how tall you are?"
"Of course not, I replied, barefoot, I'm almost five-nine."
"You're shivering, are you cold?" he asked.
Note: As a result of divorce the home was being offered furnished and the seller had already moved out of state. I had forgotten that I had turned the heater down when I left the previous day and the house was freezing inside.
"Yes I am," I answered, "I'm too lightly dressed and should have changed before we left."
"Well, I'm glad you didn't because you look smokin hot in those shorts, but I'm sorry you're cold," he replied.
"I better turn up the heat," I said, as goose bumps began appearing on my bare legs and arms.
"You already have, at least for me," he offered.
I got up, adjusted the thermostat and returned to the couch, sat down and began rubbing my cold legs.
"May I do that for you?" he asked.
"No, that's OK, I thought you had very little time," I said.
"Well, in all honestly I have plenty of time, and I'm told that I'm good at warming things up," he answered.
"I'll bet you are," I replied, seductively.
"Is that a yes?" he asked.
"That's an OK for now," I said, feeling a familiar warm wetness begin between my thighs.
"That's good enough for me," he said, lifting my legs onto the couch, he began slowly stroking my calves. His warm, soft touches were having a very positive effect on me.
I slid down a little which caused my long legs to hang over the end of the couch and my much too short shorts to ride up tightly into my crotch. That gave him an unobstructed view of my pubic hair and the moisture which had already soaked through my shorts.
He began caressing my inner thighs and his hands brushed over my mound and against my wetness numerous times.
"Wow, you really have great leg muscles and super soft skin," he said.
"I'll bet your abs are fine too, may I see them?" he asked.
