The Realtor

I went to the desert SW for a vacation last February. My sister lives there, so me and the wife decided to take a break from the cold here in the Pacific NW and head Arizona. We arrived and did many of the touristy things -- Sedona, Jerome, out to CA for a day. But Sedona was awesome. My wife and sister were planning on visiting a resort for two days, so that would leave me there alone.

So I got on the internet and looked up house listings in the Sedona area. I have bought enough houses and I didn't want to have to deal with several different realtors, so I searched for one in Sedona and the Prescott Valley area. I found a guy who looked interesting and gave him a call. We spoke and I told him about my wife and sister being gone and explained that it would just be me looking at the houses.

I told him that I would be there tomorrow morning and that I would like to spend the whole day looking in several different areas. He said that he would get everything set up. We agreed to meet at his office at 9 am.

I arrived at his office at 9 and we exchanged pleasantries. He showed me the listings. He had like 22 houses to show me. We got in his car and were on our way. John was a nice guy it seemed. Nice looking and dressed more casually than a realtor would back in the Pacific NW. He wore hiking type shorts, hiking shoes and a polo shirt. I was dressed not so casually. I had on tan slack, tan dress shoes and a blue button up collared shirt, untucked.

We drove for about 15 minutes and then arrived at the first house. It was nice, but not quite what I was looking for. We saw two more houses in the area. Again both were nice, but not quite what I was looking for. He suggested that we stop for coffee so he could go over the listings again.

We ordered our coffee and sat at a table outdoors. It was beautiful outside. The sun was warm and felt great. He asked me to tell me more in detail about what he was looking for. I told him again that this would be a second home for us, so it doesn't have to be as big as the three we have already seen.

"I also want more privacy," I said. "I want to swim naked and not have to worry about neighbors. I don't really care if anyone sees me, but I don't want to be in a neighborhood either. Does that make sense?" I asked.

"Maybe," John said. "Let me see if I understand you correctly. You want to be able to skinnydip without the worry of neighbors? But you don't care if anyone sees you?"

"Exactly. Let me see if I can make it easier to understand. If we were to buy a house in a neighborhood and went skinnydipping, it would seem like I was being an exhibitionist. But if we buy a house that is not in a neighborhood, people probably wouldn't think that I was an exhibitionist. Does that make sense?" I asked.

"OK," John said. "I get it. I'm kind of the same way. It is kind of exciting isn't it? To think that someone may be watching?"

"Yes it is. But I don have to admit that I am more than a bit of an exhibitionist," I told him. "Where I live, everyone is right on top of everyone. So it is very crowded and restrictive. Just being here for less than a week now and I already get the sense of space and freedom."

"OK, are you ready to see some more houses," John asked.

"Let's do this," I said as we got up.

The next house we saw was on a golf course. It was nice but too close to everyone else. We drove for about 20 minutes further out in the desert. The last five minutes of the drive were incredible. We were up in the hills a bit. The house had an excellent view. The back faced west and was not in the sun yet. But the house was nice. It had a nice pool out back. You could see a few houses to the north and south but they were at least a half of a mile away. Off of the living room was a covered patio. A big covered patio, complete with a bar, grill, outdoor kitchen and big screen TV. The cover went across the whole back of the house. I could only imagine how nice this covered area was in the summer. We went in and checked out the rest of the house. It was very nice and open. The master bedroom was roomy with a sliding glass door leading out to the back patio as well. I opened the door and stepped out to the patio. What I saw next blew me away. There was an outdoor shower about fifteen feet from the sliding glass door, surrounded by palm trees. It was unbelievable.

"What do you think?" John said.

"Man, this is a paradise," I said. "I wonder what this patio feels like in the sunshine?"

"It will be an hour or so before the sun hits it. Let's go grab some lunch, maybe look at some more houses and if you want to come back here we can," John suggested.

"Sounds like a plan," I said.

"Do you like Mexican food," John asked.

"Oh yeah," I said.

"Good," John said,"I know of a great place that has the best carne asada you will ever have."

So off we went. The lunch was fantastic. And he was right, the carne asada was the best I have ever had.

We went and looked at another house. It was a no go.

"Let's go back and see the house that I liked," I said to John.

"OK," he said. "You just want a taste of that patio in the sunlight, don't you?"

"You know me to well already, John," I said.

By the time we returned to the house, the temperature had climbed to 78 beautiful degrees. We walked into the house again and I went straight to the back patio. I walked to the furthest western part of the patio past the pool that was possible. The sun was amazing. I took my shirt off. Amazing again. John was sitting on one of the chairs. I walked towards him and asked if it was safe to take a dip?

"Sure," he said. "It doesn't look like anyone is coming home anytime soon!" (The house was empty).

I sat on the bench by the pool and proceeded to take off my clothes. I wasn't sure what John was going to do next. I decided to lay out by the pool for a few minutes to get warmed up. John went inside. I wasn't sure if I had offended him or what was going on. He came back in a few minutes with towels and his gym bag in his hand.

I was lying on my stomach. The warm sun hitting my ass was unbelievable.

"This is heaven," I said. "You should try it."

"Are you forgetting that I live here?" John asked.

What exactly did that mean, I thought. Then John spoke up again, "that water is pretty cold right now. If you want to get wet, you should try the warm shower. That is what I am doing." With that, John starts getting undressed. I watch him. He sits down and takes off his shoes and socks. Then he stands up and takes off his shirt and unbuttons his hiking shorts and lets them fall to the tile. What seems like on purpose, he walks to the shower so I can't see his front. I get up and sit on the bench by the pool, fully exposing myself to anyone that would want to look.

I watch John in the outdoor shower but I can't see his cock. His brown hair is now wet and looks darker. His body is tanned and in shape.

"How's the water?' I ask.

"Perfect," he says.

OK, I've had enough of this game. I get up and walk over to the shower. John watches me walking over his shoulder. I see his eyes move down to my cock. "So the water is perfect, huh?" is all I said. He moves to the side a little as I get under the shower head. He just stands there and let's us rub against each other while I try to get my whole body wet. I non-chalantly turn my back to him and allow his cock to rub against my ass. I feel his hands on my lats and work their way down to my waist.

I really want to get fucked right now. His cock and hands feel so good on me.

I pull away and kneel down facing him. I get a good look at his cock and fondle it. It is bigger than average, but not huge. I lean in and lick his cock from the base to almost the head. I repeat this several times. John turns off the water and I continue teasing his cock. I pull back and say, "Let's go out in the sun." I stand up and lead the way.

I go over by the bench and kneel in front of it. He walks up to me and starting at the base, I lick up his cock towards his head, but this time I d on't tease him, I suck his head into my mouth. Before I can continue, John pulls back and says "here, use these towels under your knees." I had not even noticed that he grabbed his gym bag and towels on the way over. I placed the towels under my knees and went to work on his cock.

I was gladly sucking his cock when he stopped me. "My turn," he said, "sit on the bench." I sat on the bench and he placed the towels under his knees and went down on me. OMG it felt so good. He seemingly loved what he was doing. I loved it to, but I wanted to be fucked by this realtor.

John looked up at me, with my whole cock in his mouth. He looked so good. "Fuck me," I said to him. "Please fuck me now." I got up and leaned over the bench, giving him my ass. He grabbed some oil out of his bag and put his cock in front of my face. Well, I know what to do with that. I sucked his cock into my mouth and licked and sucked his cock until he was harder that a steel pipe.

"There you go," I said as I pulled his cock out of my mouth and gave him permission to fuck me with it.

He open the oil and squirted it on my hole and rubbed it in. Then he rubbed some on his cock. I turned away and closed my eyes. I soon felt his cock at my hole. He teased me a few times and I starting lifting my ass, wanting his cock to enter me. With both of his hands on my hips, he starts forcing his head into my tight ass. At first, the pain is there, almost too much. But then, it suddenly gets easier and his head forges into my waiting ass.

At this point, I just want to be punished, fucked harder and harder. I want to feel every vein creep inside me. I want to feel him pick up speed and fuck me harder and deeper. I desperately want another cock in my mouth, but there is not one. He is pumping harder and harder. Deeper and deeper. My mouth is open, but no cock is there for me to suck on. I would do anything for a cock in my mouth right now. I am in sheer pleasure mode. I tighten my asshole for him, but it just busts it back open again. I repeat this process numerous times but I can't hold back his thrusting man meat.

Finally I hear it - "I'm gonna come." A few final ass-pounding thrusts and he comes inside me. It feels like my insides are on fire. He continues to pound my ass for that one last squirt, then he relaxes. His meat is just laying in my ass now. It feels so good. I rock my hips and try to coax him into another round. But it is no use, he is done. He slowly pulls out of my ass and now I feel lonely.

"Turn around and let me finish you off," John says to me. I turn around on the bench and John sucks my half-hard cock into his mouth. I wrap my own hand wound my cock but John swats my hand away. After barely a minute, I explode in his mouth. He pulls out and keeps stroking me while rubbing my head on his cheek. I come more for him. He is happy and sucks my cock back into his mouth and cleans me off.