I was six months into my divorce when I decided to sell the house. It was too big and empty without my wife, and I couldn't bring myself to sleep in our bed...not after what she'd done in it. So, I found a local realtor and set up the meeting for her to come out and look at the place.
I'm only thirty-two, but my career really took off when I got out of college, so the place is pretty huge. Six bedrooms, eight baths, and a few acres around. Honestly, I loved that house, but there were too many memories for me to stay.
When she rolled up in her red Corvette, I was pleased to see Dana lived up to her photo online. Tall and tan, with black hair and eye-catching curves, she was everything you could ask for in a woman. She wore a reasonably short black dress with a chunky necklace and three inch heels. Definitely dressed for business, but you could take a little pleasure in her presentation.
She came up the stone steps, her dark brown eyes sweeping over the facade with professional efficiency. She reached a perfectly manicured hand out as she approached the door. "Hi, you must be Sam."
I shook her hand and tried to ignore how soft and feminine it felt. "Nice to meet you. Come on in."
I let her pass me through the doorway, catching a hint of her perfume and a long glance at her plump backside. She spent a few moments appraising the entryway while I admired her shapely legs and ass.
"Well, I think this is going to be an easy sell," she said as she turned around. She had a warm smile, with a hint of irony. I don't think she caught me looking, but maybe she assumed I was checking her out. She was probably used to men slobbering all over her.
"You think," I stammered.
She nodded. "It's got good energy. You can walk in and feel right at home. Plus, you're asking about five percent below market, based on what you sent me. This is easy money, as far as I'm concerned."
It was refreshing to see someone so frank in a business deal. I was used to cagey old men or overeager young guys like myself. Maybe it was just a real estate thing.
"Well, I don't want to sit on it too long," I said. "I'm basically living out of my office right now. I can't really bring myself to hold onto the place."
She gave me a comforting smile. "Divorce was that bad, huh?"
I shrugged. "It was fine. The marriage on the other hand..."
She gave me a pat on the arm. "We've all been there. At least you guys didn't have any kids."
"There's that," I said. "Do you have kids?"
"Two boys," she said and whipped out her phone to show me. Handsome kids, probably three and five years old. "They're a handful, but hey, you gotta love 'em."
I chuckled and thought about saying something corny. I was stiff from the minute she left the car and my hormones were dying to get me to hit on this woman. I opted to say as little as possible. "I suppose so."
I gave her the tour, letting her get a feel for the house. She'd seen most of it in pictures and would bring by her own inspector to dig into the guts and make sure there were no surprises waiting in the walls.
I tried my best to stay ahead of her; I already felt like the creepy jerk from the workplace harassment videos. Unfortunately, that wasn't going to be possible. She was very thorough - checking odd corners and closets, getting down on hands and knees to look under places. I barely knew what she was doing, but from my vantage, she was giving one hell of a show. Either she was exposing her ample cleavage while bending over or lifting the hem of her dress nearly to her panties.
By the time we got to the master bedroom, I thought I was going to explode with pent up libido. I'd have sold her the house for a dollar if she would just let me bury my face between her breasts.
"Wow," she said. "This is quite the set up."
"Thanks," I said, chewing my lip nervously.
It was pretty nice. We had a king bed with a walnut four-poster frame, a working fireplace, huge flat screen, and a jet-tub in the attached bathroom. I'd had the tub installed for our first anniversary; we christened it that night.
Dana strode in, toying with her necklace. "Are you sure I can't convince you to raise the price a bit? This room alone will make you 20k more than you're asking."
I didn't know what to say. "Really?"
She looked back with playful eyes. "With the fireplace and the tub? Oh yeah. Women love this shit, and their husbands will pay whatever you want for it. Not every house comes with built in sex appeal."
I think I blushed at that. "I...well, I mean, you're the expert here."
She went up to the bed and took hold of one of the posts, running her hand down the smooth wood. "I guess you're taking this with you?"
"It came with the house actually," I said. "I think I'd have to cut it up to get it out the door."
She laughed at that, but her hand stopped rubbing the pole. She bent down to examine it, and I came closer to see what she was looking at. Of course, her breasts drew my attention more than the bedframe.
"Huh. It's got a few scratches in it," she said. "You could probably get those filled in, they just look really regular."
I nodded along, barely paying the post any attention. The neckline of her dress was billowing out and rim of her areola had slipped past her bra. Another half an inch and her nipple would be in full view.
"Oh, that's probably from the handcu-"
I stopped myself before I finished the sentence, not realizing what I'd been saying. I took a step back and adjusted my shirt awkwardly.
Dana straightened more slowly, with a knowing grin. "No judgement here. My ex was into ropes."
