A New LovebyLadynStFreknBed©
Lucy tapped her pen on her desk as she addressed her client's concerns on the phone for the fourth time that day. As a Realtor, she was used to the nervousness of first-time homebuyers. She assured her client that everything was in place for settlement next week.
After hanging up the phone, Lucy sighed and leaned back in her chair. She jolted upright when her broker, Mr. Moyer, walked past her desk. Mr. Moyer was a distinguished older gentleman who had already had several years of real estate success before Lucy was born.
"Lucy, the contractor working on my new property is going to pick this up," Mr. Moyer said handing Lucy an envelope. "Can you make sure he gets it? Thanks."
"Yes, Mr. Moyer," Lucy replied.
Mr. Moyer winked at her before turning and exiting the office. Lucy watched her broker walk by the front windows of the real estate office. Lucy thought his thick, salt-and-pepper hair and blue eyes seemed to be illuminated from the sunshine.
"No, not the sunshine," she silently corrected herself. "That's the shine of success and self-assurance."
She admired her boss until he was out of her view. Lucy smoothed her white suit jacket and sage-colored blouse. It had been a relatively quiet day at the office. With all of Lucy's clients' needs met, she decided to spend her last hour at the office online, checking her email and playing a game online.
She had just started playing her favorite game when the contractor she had been expecting entered the office. She was familiar with him, since her broker owned several properties and often used this contractor.
"Hi, Lucy. Got anything for me?" the contractor asked with a smile.
"Sure do," Lucy said as she handed him the envelope.
"Thanks," he said as he tapped the envelope against his palm. "I see why Mr. Moyer warned me not to flirt with you."
"What?" Lucy exclaimed.
"Well, it seems pretty obvious to me that he wants you to himself," the contractor explained.
"I really don't know what you're talking about," Lucy said.
"Oh, never mind. We'll just keep it between us. See you later," the contractor said as he turned and left the office.
Lucy was puzzled. She never noticed any inkling of romance between them. She spent her last fifteen minutes at the office replaying interactions between her and her broker. She dismissed the contractor's notion that her boss wanted her. Lucy turned off the lights and locked the office door.
She picked up a salad on the way home from the office. As soon as she walked into her home, she went straight to her bedroom. She slipped off her shoes and unbuttoned her suit jacket. While getting comfortable on her bed, she used the remote to find something interesting on television. She settled for a movie and began eating her salad.
Concentrating on the movie proved difficult as her thoughts kept returning to the words of her boss' contractor. The ring of her cell phone brought her back to the present.
"Lucy, the mortgage company just contacted me. There's a problem with the property that Mr. George is buying. Since I was nearby, I stopped at the office and picked up the file. Can I stop by and explain it to you?" Mr. Moyer said.
"Um, yes, fine. Sure," Lucy said stumbling over her words.
"Okay, I should be there in about five minutes," Mr. Moyer said before hanging up.
Lucy put her salad in her refrigerator and made sure her living room looked perfect. Before long, there was a knock at her front door. She opened the door and greeted her broker. She escorted him to her living room where they took a seat on the sofa. Mr. Moyer placed the file on her coffee table.
"I started to leave you a note, but I thought I better explain the problem in person. If the problems are handled tomorrow, and the mortgage company gets the proof faxed to them, the settlement can still take place as scheduled," Mr. Moyer explained.
"I don't understand. I thought everything was fine," Lucy said.
"Don't worry. You didn't do anything wrong. These things happen. I know you are new at this. Don't let problems like this discourage you," Mr. Moyer assured her.
"Okay, what needs to be done?" Lucy asked.
"Well, first of all, the inspection indicated the presence of a pet odor in the home," Mr. Moyer said.
"What? It was fine when we walked through the property earlier this week," Lucy said.
"This is not the first time this has happened. Since the inspection happened while the sellers were still in the property, chances are that their furniture or other possessions had the odor. When they moved out and cleaned the house, there probably was no longer any noticeable odor. Let me guess, the house has hardwood floors."
"Well, yes, how did you know?" Lucy asked.
"If there had been carpet, the odor would probably still be there. Since it was probably a mild odor, they probably took care of the odor when they cleaned the hardwood floors. However, even though the odor is not there anymore, the mortgage company is requiring that the place be professionally cleaned. They need a receipt from a cleaning service as proof," Mr. Moyer informed her.
"But that's stupid! There's no odor."
"It doesn't matter. It's the mortgage company's decision," Mr. Moyer said.
"But the mortgage company had the inspection a month ago. Why are they telling us this now?" Lucy asked.
"Be thankful that you are getting this now. I once had a mortgage company tell me this at 5:00 in the afternoon the day before the settlement was scheduled."
"Okay, so, I'll take care of it tomorrow," Lucy said.
"Good. You'll have to talk to the sellers and see if they will pay for the cleaning. They probably will to avoid delaying settlement."
"Good idea," Lucy said.
"Well, I guess that's everything."
"I wanted to ask you about something," Lucy said. She inhaled deeply before continuing, as if to try to breathe in courage. "Your contractor said something peculiar to me today."
"What did he say! I warned him!" Mr. Moyer ranted.
"Wait, really, it was nothing major. He just told me that you had warned him not to flirt with me. He said it was because you wanted me for yourself."
"Oh, well, his reasoning is a little off, but I did warn him. I have known him for years. I know what he's like. He's only interested in sex. I didn't want him taking advantage of you," Mr. Moyer explained.
"Oh," Lucy said, trying to hide the disappointment in her voice.
Mr. Moyer looked puzzled. "Was that okay?" he asked.
"Oh, yes. That was fine," Lucy said, still sounding disappointed. "I just thought... well, it's nothing. It's okay."
"Did you think he was telling the truth?" Mr. Moyer asked.
"Well, yes. I guess I did. I know it sounds silly," Lucy said.
"Not silly at all. I'm flattered," Mr. Moyer said softly.
"Do you think... would it be too awkward for us to date?" Lucy asked.
"Lucy, I don't know about that. I'm worried that it could cause problems."
"Didn't you just tell me about a month ago that you are impressed with how professional I am? Don't you think I could remain that way if we dated?" Lucy asked.
"I admit I'd like to try it. We could take things slowly and see how it goes," he said.
They talked briefly about their lives and their interests as one would expect at the start of a new relationship. Even though they had worked together since Lucy started her career in real estate a year ago, they knew very little about each other.
After that afternoon, they went out together once or twice a week. It was a month later when Lucy started getting discouraged. Mr. Moyer, or Bob as she now called him, had been a perfect gentleman. He had only kissed her recently and had not made any other sexual advances towards her.
"Maybe he doesn't find me that attractive or interesting enough," Lucy questioned.
Her self-doubt fueled a plan to uncover Bob's intentions in more ways than one. They were planning on going out to dinner that night. Lucy decided that she wanted to be the main course. She bathed and dried her long, blonde hair. She decided to wear her white corset with pink, satin roses in front and above each garter belt.
She allowed her blonde, wavy hair to cascade down her shoulders instead of wearing it up as she usually did. She applied natural-looking make up and coated her plump lips with pink lipstick. Dressed in only her corset with matching panties, white nylon stocking, and white stiletto heels, she answered the door when Bob arrived. He stepped inside without saying a word.
"What? You don't like it?" she said embarrassed at his lack of a response.
"Give me a minute. I'm just surprised. I love it!" he said.
He pulled her close and kissed her, smoothing her hair from her face with his hand. He brushed her hair away from her neck and kissed her neck gently. Running her fingers through his salt-and-pepper hair, she moaned softly with her lips brushing against his ear. She became more aware of her arousal as he nibbled on her ear.
She took his heavy hand and led him to her bedroom. With a push on his chest, she directed him to sit on her bed. She knelt before him and opened his pants. He raised his hips off the bed enough to slide his pants and boxers to the floor. She was pleased with the size of his cock.
His smooth cock felt wonderful against her lips and tongue. She wrapped her lips around his shaft and sucked him up and down. She loved the feeling of his cock getting hard in her mouth. After his cock was hard and eager for more, she stood and put his hands on her panties. He slid her white panties down to the floor.
He took her hand and guided her to lie down. After removing his shirt, he straddled her. Kissing the exposed peaks of her breasts, he allowed his fingers to explore her moist slit. She moaned as his fingers sought out her clit. He rubbed her clit as he bit at her chest.
He moved so that her legs were at either side of him. His cock ached to be enclosed in her wetness. With a grunt, he thrust his hard cock into her. She gasped and moaned as he thrust into her. Her fingers gripped his shoulders. His gentle nature seemed to disappear in animalistic want. She held onto his back, afraid to leave scratches as his energy seemed to overcome her.
She was surprised by his forceful thrusts. Moaning and scratching, she felt her wet slit grip his pounding cock. She whimpered as she came. Bob showed no sign of stopping or even slowing. She rubbed the thin layer of coarse gray hair on his masculine chest. He paused just long enough to kiss her.
Looking into each others' eyes with longing, he pushed his cock into her while swaying his hips. She wanted to take him all in and somehow never feel alone again. Her wet pussy responded to her desire tightening as if attempting to hold onto his cock. She whimpered again as he grunted and pulsed inside her.
He leaned forward and kissed her lovingly before lying beside her. He held her young body against him. Caressing her arm, he kissed her shoulder. She had never felt so comfortable lying next to a man. She relaxed and sighed. This felt right.