I handle estates: decedents and incompetent people. Most are around where I live, but sometimes I get something I have to handle out of town. Helen's was one. Helen isn't dead, she's in a nursing home nearby. She had moved here to be near her family after her husband died, then got senile dementia, Alzheimer's type. I got appointed to clean up the mess her family made trying to take care of her. And no, this is not a story about doing it with a nutso octogenarian. That's gross!
Anyhow, Helen owned a house in the next state, about 60 miles from where my wife and kids were spending three weeks while I had a "Vacation at Home". I had to sell the real estate, but it was in horrible condition: the roof had been damaged in a storm, and the dumb family hadn't fixed it. So plaster inside had fallen, and other problems had developed in two years of neglect. It was 200 miles away; I couldn't really get a feel for what was going on, so I sent my handyman to check it out and fix things. Sam is good, expensive, and absolutely honest. He's walked into my office with over $1000 in "folding money" that he found under a mattress. And he's a great judge of character and a people person. So I sent Sam to fix the roof, get a real estate sales person, and generally fix things.
Sam fixed things, got the house ready to sell, found a real estate sales agent, and saved me tons of work and made me look good to the court. Two months after he did this, I had to go visit the family - put in my appearance with the outlaws for a weekend while the wife and kids were there. As long as I was going near the neighborhood, "face time" is always valuable, so I contacted Toni, the real estate sales lady, and set up a meeting. I also had her set up a meeting with the lawyer I'd hired there to grease the wheels as required. The meeting with the lawyer was first thing in the morning, so I arranged to meet Toni about five pm the day before, stay in a motel that night, meet with the lawyer in the morning, and then go on to the family.
Toni and I met; Shit!! Sam didn't tell me she was a babe. A Hot Babe. About 30 years old, 5 foot 7; 115 pounds, small "B" tits, small waist, and really light blond hair worn barely to the shoulders. She wore slacks: kinda stretchy with VPL: bikini if I wasn't mistaken. Her blouse was thin in back, more opaque in front. I could tell she had a "1-hook" bra on (only one hook, back opening) and didn't need the industrial strength type. I just hope my eyes didn't bulge out too much.
Anyhow, she had picked me up at the motel I had checked into to take me to view Helen's property. She knew the way, I didn't. She pulled up in front of my room and beeped. I was waiting and went out to meet her at her Jeep Cherokee. I climbed in on the passenger side, and off we went. It was about a 45 minute ride, so we had a good chance to talk more - we'd talked plenty on the phone as I was listing the property with her, so we already knew a bit about each other and had a good talking relationship. [I met my wife first on the phone, and have been told by other women that I give "good phone".]
Toni and I were already friends simply due to the phone. We got to the house and went in to look at what Sam had done to fix it. Great job. Toni and I discussed whether I should replace the carpet (old 'shag' type) or give a purchaser an 'allowance' to choose their own, and possibly paint the place. While we were talking, I noticed that a button on her blouse that was buttoned had become unbuttoned. Toni also started touching me - my hand, my arm, my back. Nothing really erotic, but more than friendly.
After a thirty minute inspection we left to head back. Toni mentioned that her husband and kids were out of town at his parents. (must be the moon phase!). She invited me to dinner at a local restaurant, after drinks, of course. (of course!!) So we stop at a place about ten minutes from the house ("out of town" for Toni) and got two drinks, then sat down for dinner. As we were talking, I noticed another button open. She didn't really have "cleavage tits" but the view was nice. I could clearly see the thin lacy bra and skin-tones under it. Dinner was great.
There was also some dancing and, since this was small town America, started earlier than I was used to. We danced a few, had another drink, and Toni excused herself to the restroom. When she came back, I noticed some 'nipple' poking through her shirt I hadn't noticed before, and yet another button was undone. We danced some more, and the nipples definitely moved. A slow number came up, and she grabbed me, put her arms around my neck, and we danced. I ran my hand up and down her back and confirmed that the bra was gone.
Toni knew what I was feeling for and giggled. "Thought you'd appreciate that!" she said. I don't like to wear it after hours, and I'm really not big enough to need it." I mumbled something about more than a mouthful is wasted anyhow. Toni squeezed me tight and rubbed herself against my hardening cock.
The band took a break and we sat down, this time on the same side of the booth. I put my arm around Toni and she snuggled up to me. We got another drink and, as we talked, Toni put her hand on my thigh and rubbed it. I came close to purring - you know, that "ummmm" sound that makes it clear that whatever it is is good. Toni kept her hand there, but changed from rubbing to running her fingertips up and down my thigh. Damn!!
Toni stifled a yawn, and I did too. "We're getting old" I said, "can't party as late as we used to. Besides, I had to drive a while today and got tired."
"I had to get up early too: two morning appointments and an early afternoon closing" replied Toni.
"We better head back before we fall asleep at the wheel" I suggested, and Toni agreed. She handed me the keys and I drove - with Toni giving directions.
When we got to the motel, I told Toni I had my travel stock if she felt like a nightcap (at 10:00!). "Sounds Good!" and came on in.
I fixed a drink, and Toni excused herself to use my bathroom. I turned on the TV, and the channel was tuned to music. I was going to change it, and Toni came out of the bathroom and said "Leave it; I'd like to dance again. But take your shoes off." So we danced. I rubbed her back through her blouse and it was her turn to purr. I moved down her back to her ass, and rubbed that, noticing that there weren't any panties there. Toni giggled again.
Towards the end of the song, Toni looked up at me and I looked down at her. Her lips said "KISS ME" and I obliged. We kissed for about fifteen seconds (no tongue) and broke apart. We sat down on the love seat in the room, and each grabbed our drinks.
I put my arm around her, and she snuggled up. Then suddenly she sat up, twisted to the side - her back to me - and then lay down across my lap, my left arm around her shoulders, my right arm and hand across her on the other shoulder. She gave me a real tight hug, and another kiss. I reached over and turned out the light on the table next to me, so all we had on was the light from the TV.
