Several years ago, the company I worked for transferred me across the country. Here I was in a strange town, no friends, and feeling very alone. I spent several days living out of a hotel room, as I searched for my new home. I had visited several realtors, but was put off by their attitudes, and I wanted to find someone interested in finding me a home that I wanted, not what they wanted. Making an appointment with the next realtor in the yellow pages, I expressed my disappointment with the others, and was reassured that I would be taken care of.
Carol was the agent who met with me, a nice looking middle-aged woman, smartly dressed. She sat down with me and listened at length at my desires for a home. I was impressed by her demeanor, and obvious desire to find me what I wanted. With a charming smile, Carol offered to show me three homes that afternoon. Passing a note to her coworkers, Carol, led me out to her car, insisting on driving me to the homes.
Being the gentleman that I am, I opened the car door for her, recieving a smile and a "Thank You Kind Sir", from Carol. I also was treated to the sight of her shapely legs as she sat down and swung them into the car.
With me settled into my side of the car, Carol began to chat, asking me about my background, my transfer, my time with my company. Nothing personal, just friendly conversation during the drive. I was idlely replying, all the while distracted by the fact that Carol had unbuttoned her jacket, letting me see the white blouse beneath. With her attention on her driving, Carol was not aware that a couple of buttons on her blouse had come undone as well. Her motions in driving would occasionally gap open her blouse, giving me a peek at her lacey white bra, and her very deep cleavage.
A full roundness of tan skin contrasting the frilly white lace of her bra, and I was wondering if her wonderful breasts were tan all over.
Pulling into a drive, Carol knocked me out of my fantasy, announcing our arrival. Out I leaped, to be sure and play the part of a gentleman, and open her door for her. Standing beside the car, I offered my hand to Carol, to assist her out of the car. With a warm smile, Carol took my hand into hers, and swung her legs out. Another glimpse of her legs, was my reward. As I pulled Carol up from her seat, her blouse flaired open, giving me a quick glimpse of her ripe breasts, cradled in the lacey confines of her bra. Standing, Carols blouse closed and she didn't seem to be aware of the display she had just given me.
For the next thirty minutes, Carol led me through the house, giving me the usual speech, though I knew from the beginning it was not the house for me. I just wanted to follow her around, and listen to her voice. Pausing at the patio door, Carol ask me how I felt about the house, and I told her of the thing I disliked, and why.
Carol listened, and asked the right questions, showing she knew her business. She made notes in her book, and believed she could get closer to what I wanted. Back out to the car, with me repeating my helping her into the car, with another peek at her legs. Again the drive, to anothe house, and more chit chat, and still her blouse was giving me peeks at her breasts. But now I'm not so sure it's accidental.
At one point, at the first house, Carol excused herself to use the restroom, and I'm sure she would have noticed her loose buttons when she checked herself in the mirror. So perhaps this is one of her ploys to sell houses, I began to think. Nevertheless, I was enjoying the show, and I was going to buy a house. Unfortunately the next two were not what I had in mind either. Back at her office, Carol made some calls, and arranged for me to see, the next day, a home that would be coming onto the market. With the evening approaching, I thanked Carol for her time, began to leave. Caught by surprise, I heard Carol invite me to dinner. She knew I was alone from our visit, yet from the large diamond on her left finger, I thought she was married. Carol admitted she was a widow, and wore her ring out of her love for her past husband. And it kept the wolves at bay, she added with a smirk. I could imagine, with the figure she had, that she would be pursued by all the men in the neighborhood.
Not wanting to spend another night dining alone, I gratefully accepted her invitation. Plus to spend more time in her company, was something I truly wanted to do. Carol drove us to a nice restaurant, where we had a nice dinner, with the small talk coming easily. I felt she was really begining to relax in my company, laughing at my silly stories, offering her own, in reply. Perhaps it was the wine, or maybe we just connected, but Carol and I were talking as if we had been friends for years.
