My wife, Marg and I had known Don and Suzy for three or four years. Ever since we found our mountain cabin through another agent, they have been giving us a hard time about not going through them. Don is medically retired from the military, something with his heart. Suzy sells real estate near our second home. My wife got another promotion at her firm so we had to look for more property or at least more expensive property for our second home. I called Don and told him I would be up for the weekend to look at places and could Suzy be available. He insisted that I stay with them even though we have a place less than a mile down the road. I like Don and Suzy but she has high-pitched coquettish voice and the most sugar sweet manner about her. It is utterly distracting.
Not that she is bad to look at; she has a great body for a woman of her age and she always dressed to the nines. She has a great set of perky tits and she is proud enough of them to make sure you get a view of them when ever you want. Her low cut blouses and cashmere sweaters always accentuate those melons of hers. Her normal attire is a two or three piece suit. She looks the part of the real estate profession.
Upon my arrival, we all hugged but Suzy's hug was just a little longer and a little more passionate than I remembered in the past. She grabbed my face and kissed me full on the lips while Don watched intently. "We're really glad to see you," she said. Don chimed in, too. She grabbed my hand and pulled me into their home. It was not at all a modest home. Situated on the most prominent hill in the valley with 360-degree mountain vistas, they had built it with money from their real estate business. Don showed me to the guest room and pointed out the guest bath and towels, etc. He said Suzy would be ready to take me to see some places that she had picked out based on our requirements.
After my six-hour drive down from the city, I felt grimy and a little unkempt. I jumped in the shower to take a quick one. I slipped into a daydream of a little red headed gal I met last year who gives a great blowjob. Before I finished my shower my cock was standing at full attention. I had a little trouble getting it to subside while I toweled off. I left the bathroom with the towel wrapped around my waist. My manhood was still partially engorged, not erect just full and hanging half hard. At 300 pounds, the standard bath towel barely fit, so I had to hold it at the knot. Suzy caught me coming down the hall and with a gleam in her eye, yanked the towel away from my loins. She gasped at seeing my meat. She grabbed my cock and balls together, playfully squeezing them and then skipped off down the hall with my towel. I definitely heard a little coo and distinct moan come from her when she reluctantly released my cock. I looked around to see if Don was watching but he did not seem to be in sight. I ducked into their guest room and dressed to go look at homes. I thought about wearing a pair of khakis but because I hate to underwear and I thought I might drip a little pre-cum (thinking of the little red head again), I put on a dark pair of "Docker" pants, a set of deck moccasins (no socks) and a Ralph Lauren Polo Shirt. This is sort of the unofficial "uniform" for the little mountain community where we have our second home. The locals all dress like bums even the women except the professionals. Those who just live there in the summer and the winter ski visitors all seem to want to make themselves presentable. The ski bums and the summer hires all look like they haven't a care or have any descent clothes either.
I finished dressing, stepped back into the bathroom to comb my hair and put on a bit of Obsession cologne. As I came down the stairs, I found them sitting on the overstuffed leather couch giggling. I asked, "What's so funny?"
To that they answered in unison, "Just an inside joke!" and left it at that.
As I proceed down the steps, Suzy's eyes never left my crotch. Her lips parted and she unknowingly licked them. A quick grin came to her face and she said, "Let's go find you guys a house!"
I asked if Don was going to come and she said her would meet us for dinner at the local watering hole.
We walked through the kitchen and grabbed a few listings she had pulled from MLS. I looked them over as Suzy opened the garage door to allow us to use the Caddy. As I sat down in the huge seat of her Cadillac STS, she slipped into her seat. Unlike most times when I have seen her as a "real estate professional" in her business suits, today, she had on a long yellow sundress. It had crossed straps across the open back, and cut low in the front. She loved to show off those great tits. The sundress also had very high slits up the sides that revealed all but her ass. It rode up on the leather seat and showed her upper thigh. She did not seem to have on anything under that dress. Her breasts were unencumbered by a bra but there was probably one built into the dress. What do I know about sundresses; I only know how to take them off. She seemed to squirm and settle into her seat even more deeply than it appeared possible. She was definitely getting "something special" from that gigantic leather seat.
We rode by the first few places while she told all about the history and financial arrangements to be had at each home. One of the places even had a radio message from another realtor who listed the home. Suzy tuned the radio and we listened to about half the message before I said we should move one.
