I still wasn't sure just where I stood with Lexi. My MILF of a landlord was now a lover, not just a casual hook-up or a friend with benefits. I hated that word, it reduced our couplings to just pure sexual exchanges.
Though we now had an open end relationship, I wanted more. And I wanted less. I wanted Lexi to see less of other people and more of me.
Lexi never felt a need to formalize our relationship status. She promised when she had sex with other partners she made them use protection. I was the only exception. Mine was the only cock allowed to feel the skin on skin contact of all her glorious holes — her words, not mine. I was expected to wrap my rascal up for anyone but her as well. So that elevated status was something.
I loved to hear all the dirty things she was doing with other people but, it also made me insanely jealous. Jealous enough to consider monogamy. With Lexi, monogamy was far from a death sentence.
Lexi was as adept at picking up on what turned me on, as I was at cataloging her fetishes. She knew a turn of an ankle, a long expanse of stockinged leg and the sight of six-inch stiletto heels was all she needed to get my cock twitching. She admitted she owed it to me for bringing out her inner slut.
She was an enigma. She was able to look professional in a three piece business suit but, also appeal to men’s carnal desires — in the exact same outfit. I always wondered if her success was due to a “special bonus” buyers would get when they closed on a house. Lexi wouldn't confirm nor deny such a thing existed. Saying it was her body and none of my god damned business.
“Guys fuck around all the time and they’re celebrated for their prowess. Women do the same and are called slut or whores,” said Lexi. “What a double standard. I no longer care what other people think of me and I’m having the time of my life. Why shouldn’t I enjoy myself?”
Lexi did a little real estate on the side. Not because she had to, after the divorce she was pretty much set. The real estate job just kept her active and kept her sane. It kept her from becoming one of those idiots on the “Housewives of Beverly Hills.”
Weeks after I had brought up the subject of exclusivity, to which her answer was a resounding no, she noticed I was still brooding. She also noticed I had skipped our usual personal happy hour. Convinced she could get me out of my funk she called me on the phone.
“Are you coming over?” asked Lexi. “The vodka’s not getting any colder.”
“I can’t, I’m writing. I’m kind of in a groove here and if you interrupt me, I’ll be less productive afterward.”
“Really? You’re going to continue to work instead of joining me for drinks?” said Lexi. “I’m wearing your favorite outfit.”
“The one you wear at closings?”
“With slight modifications,” giggled Lexi. “Take a closer look.”
Lexi was on the west balcony. It was a second-floor deck actually. One that sported glass barriers topped off by a steel railing that ran the full width of the house. Not practical for ocean side use but, who cares when you have a cleaning lady who does windows and glass?
The deck overlooked the pool, my guest house and the private beach behind me. The beach was at the bottom of a nine-story cliff.
This distance meant Lexi could have been nude and no one would have noticed unless they had binoculars.
I was a lot closer and I could see clearly that this was a seduction meant to get me to cross the compound.
Lexi was standing with her martini and resting her elbows on the railing. Her fitted dress shirt was unbuttoned to just under her breasts. Since she was leaning forward I got an eyeful of her delicious tanned cleavage.
I stood up, moved closer to the blinds and brought the binoculars to my eyes. Binoculars I had bought for the race track were now conscripted into a service much more rewarding. Lexi was putting on a show.
With the binoculars, I could see Lexi’s heavenly 34 triple D bust straining against the white fabric. Over her shirt, she had on a cupless basque that pushed up against her breasts and cinched her waist. This was finished with a miniskirt that tested the tops of her stockings.
I had just switched the phone to speaker when Lexi asked, “Am I making you hard?”
This woman knew how to manipulate a man’s desires.
Lexi took a sip of the martini and proceeded to suck the olives off the toothpick. She was performing fellatio on the crystal pick that skewered the olives.
“Andrew, you know about my oral fixations. Ever since I gave up smoking I’ve always had to have things in my mouth.” said Lexi, “Do you have anything that might fit between these lips and satiate my cravings?”
I had to readjust my cock. I was fogging up the binoculars but, continued to watch as Lexi hiked up her skirt and spread her legs apart. The garters pulled against the stockings and the belt which held them in place.
Only 12 inches of nyloned thighs were visible now, as Lexi was wearing leather boots that cut above her knees. The boots ended in a six, maybe seven-inch spiked heel.
“What are you doing,” I whispered under my breath.
“I’m trying to make it up to you, baby,” replied Lexi “Isn’t it obvious?”
Lexi put down the martini glass and moved closer to the railing. Taking off her shirt, she allowed her ripe tanned tits to peek out of the basque.
Rolling her erect nipples between her fingers she uttered, “I’m so fucking horny baby. I need that cock. C’mon baby, come over and fill me up.”
My cock was at full attention anticipating the wet, velvety folds of her sweet, sweet pussy. But this was one instance in which my big brain overrode my small brain.
“I can’t Lexi, I need to get some work done.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” screamed Lexi over the speaker, before I hung up the phone. She disappeared into the darkness of the house.
I sat back down at the computer and tried to get my mind off what I had seen. My cock was telling me we needed to go on the internet ASAP. Time to seek out some porn.
Apparently, someone had some masturbation to do. Otherwise, I’d never get any rest or any work done. What the fuck was I thinking, trading online photos and videos for the real thing. I guess I was still mad at Lexi.
I had my hand on my shaft and was stroking it to my favorite bookmarked scene when the phone rang. It was Lexi again.
