When Curtis entered the Allstate Modular Homes office the agent he'd talked to last week was with a wide-eyed young couple, explaining to them the advantages of purchasing a modular home over a typical frame construction. It was the same speech she'd given to him last week. She saw him enter and said she'd be right with him. His appointment was for one o'clock. It was one o'clock now.
He stood and waited patiently, even though he was anxious to show Angela the model he'd seen when he came here last week. Pam was waiting out in the car. Curtis had figured he'd walk right in, grab the agent and then go next door to the model as soon as they arrived. He really wanted Anita to see this model. If she liked it, he was going to have one built for them.
Ten minutes later he was still waiting for the agent. The couple ahead of him apparently didn't give a fuck about his appointment and kept asking more questions. He didn't want to keep Pam waiting any longer. "Excuse me, I'm going out to the car to tell my fiancé that it's going to be a while," he told the agent. "Or we can come back later, if you're not busy." He didn't bother trying to mask the irritation in his voice.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," the agent responded. "If you want, you can go on ahead and I'll catch up with you. The key is hanging right behind you."
"Thanks," Curtis said, not feeling thankful at all. This was even better. Pam and he could look at the model in peace, without being irritated by this woman's sales pitch. He grabbed the key and went outside.
When he came out alone, Pam gave him a questioning look from the passenger seat. He held up the key and motioned for her to get out of the car.
Pam was dressed in a light blue short set that contrasted beautifully with her honey complexion. As she approached, he drank in the sight of her gorgeous bare legs. Thank God for warm weather.
"She's tied up with somebody else," he explained. "We can check it out by ourselves until she's ready."
Pam loved the house – the open foyer, the large living and dining rooms, the fireplace in the family room - and especially the kitchen. Curtis followed her around smiling at her joy as she dashed from room to room.
They went up the winding stairs to the master bedroom. It was huge, with walk-in his and her closets and a sitting area. "Oh Honey, I love this place!" Pam gushed.
Her happiness warmed his heart. This home was within his budget, but if it hadn't been, he would have worked three jobs twenty-three hours a day to buy it for her. He loved her that much.
When she entered the master bathroom her joy turned to sheer ecstasy. She squealed delightedly when she saw the sunken tub; she loved soaking in a warm bath. She climbed in and sat down, rubbing her hands slowly back and forth along the polished edge of the tub. Her actions struck him as incredibly erotic. He imagined her sitting naked in this tub with her smooth, flawless skin glistening from the soapy water. He felt his dick throb for her.
He took her hand to help her out of the tub and then pulled her to him and kissed her. Damn, she felt good.
They stood with her back pressed against the double sink counter, kissing and grinding. Her hand drifted down between his legs. She felt his erection and broke their kiss. She smiled at him. "Did you lock the front door?"
