Poolside Lesbian Real Estate

"How long have you been with this firm?" she asks.

"Almost my entire career. My father does a lot of work with Marielle and a few strings were pulled, so here I am."

Being the product of nepotism is often uncomfortable for me because it implies that I don't work hard. The reality is that I work harder than most people my age and I hope Svetlana sees that. She doesn't seem to judge me, she just gives a gentle, "Ahh,' in response. I'm sure in her world she understands how important connections are.

"You're good at this, your hands, I mean. Have you done it before?"

"No, you're literally the first," I say.

As tired as my hands are becoming, a genuine compliment from a commanding woman like Svetlana reinvigorates me and I squeeze a little harder on the tense spots in her neck and shoulder. Her compliment pushes away the shame of other women seeing this happen.

"I'm not wearing a bra under my blazer jacket. Do you mind, girl?"

From my vantage point behind her, I look at her face, wondering if she means what I think she means. She appears casual, serious, her eyes still focus on her toes in the water and my feet next to hers.

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"Nipples don't bite."

Her comment sends a tingle between my legs. Nipples? Did she really just say that? There are a few women around the pool, some gossiping amongst themselves with a drink in hand, some taking an inspection of the property, a few glances in this direction. I can see Henning inside the property, working her magic to potential buyers.

I'd be mortified to be seen with my hand there, but I refuse to disappoint a respectable woman, much less a friend of Henning.

My hand slips beneath her thin blazer. She's right, no bra. My head rests against her back in a tender way because it's better than having to look at other women while I'm doing this. My hand drifts lower, her breast is so soft, I can tell they sag at her age. They're not firm or perky like mine.

That's not an insult, by the way, I happen to love the appearance of mature women and I adore them. I just never thought I'd be touching a boob in a professional setting.

It's euphoric when my finger grazes across her nipple. A touch at first. Then I'm enveloped in a whirlwind of sensations, a mixture of public humiliation and sexual perversion. It's a mindfuck of a combination, to be honest. As my finger lingers, a charged tension hangs in the air, like the hushed anticipation before a storm. And there most certainly is a storm brewing. Women like Svetlana always expect the finest treatment.

Her nipple is like a small raspberry in terms of shape and texture. I could look over and peer at her breasts if I wanted to, but I don't want to be rude. I wasn't given permission to look. I can imagine the color, she looks like a white woman with a bright pink nipple, maybe even a little red. It makes me wet to think about, and to feel her nipple between my fingers, this time I don't care if my wetness touches her clothes and leaves a stain. If I leave a wet mark on her, that's her fault.

"Shame we've never met until now," she says. "Marielle must have been hiding you."

"Newbie status, you know? I'm still climbing the ladder."

"You're the secret weapon."

Her compliment emboldens me and I rub her nipple a little harder, pinch it, twirl it between my fingers. It makes her moan, which she doesn't bother to hide.

"You think so?" I ask.

"This is my world, my game. I make the rules. Right now you have to fight your way to the top, insist on bigger jobs, make yourself noticeable enough to be invited to events. This entire day you barely made a peep. All you spoke about was work, girl. Sell yourself, your life story. Become multi-faceted. Be a woman who can do anything."

Svetlana grabs my wrist and pulls my hand deeper into her chest, so that the palm of my hand covers her small breast. It sags, just like how I imagined it. That turns me on. I oblige her needs and give her tit a firm squeeze.

"Oh god," I say.

"Are you a woman who can do anything?"

"Yes, that's me."

"Good, then kiss my neck. That pairs well with a breast massage, girl."

My eyes dart around the pool area, I've captured the full attention of a few women standing on the other side, and strangely they don't seem the slightest bit amazed by this. It's like they've seen this before, that there's nothing new here. That this is something commonplace like when Henning kissed Svetlana on the lips a few moments ago.

I'm sucked into the strangeness of the moment and I hold Svetlana tight from behind. My bare crotch presses against the fabric of her skirt, which will leave a wet stain after this. I don't care anymore. It's what she wants. A stain. Then I kiss her neck while squeezing her boob, which makes her moan. A moan she doesn't bother to hide.

In the large room on the second floor of the property, a ravishing redhead is bare from the waist down and she's wielding a strap-on attached to her crotch. She's positioning herself to use it on her young assistant who's naked and bent over a conference table. The redhead's name is Clarice and we've been friends forever. For what it's worth, Clarice donates a breathtaking amount of money with profits from her financial firm.

This is a room that'll be set up for meetings. There's a long table and a few chairs, aside from that the place is empty. Sunlight shines into the room. Clarice starts fucking her young assistant, wanting to get a feel for how these types of encounters would go in an environment like this. She's a holistic type, Clarice, very liberal. She's used to these kinds of encounters in a downtown office and she's checking the vibes of a beachfront property.

I watch the pounding and listen to the assistant groan from the backshots. God I need a drink, but I have to keep my mind sharp for work. I'm a professional, after all. I walk over to them and touch Clarice's butt while she's thrusting deep into her assistant, then I kiss her shoulder, then I bring my lips to her ear.

"You're one hot bitch. Take it easy on your assistant. Wouldn't want to scare the neighbors, sweetheart."

She laughs and keeps going while the assistant is close to an orgasm. I give Clarice another kiss on the shoulder and leave the room.

For context, every woman attending this open house is from the same social and business circles. Most people don't appreciate how difficult it is for women to get investment money and other forms of support, so they created their own groups.

They give each other advice. They share connections and resources wherever possible. And they even share the same secrets. You know, pussy licking, rim jobs, strap-on action. That sort of thing. It's the ultimate stress release for a busy woman in the corporate world.

I go to the main area of the property to mingle and hardly anyone is there. Had they left? No, they're in the backyard area by the pool. Leila Khan. Young and attractive. What have I gotten her into? I don't even need to look to know what's probably going on and why most people are outside. I hear a moan. I recognize the voice. I step outside to join the gathering.

Leila Khan is laying on the pavement at the edge of the pool, skirt hiked, while Stevelana is naked in the shallow end of the pool eating her out. This should be a jaw dropping sight under normal circumstances, but we're a tight group. These women know how it goes.

One of the first things that women who are new to finances learn is Svetlana's larger than normal sexual appetite. She's dry from the neck up, but her body glistens with water and sunshine after having dipped in the water. She's skinny but her muscles are rippled. Her long pink nipples are erect, I can see them from the side angle. Her face is buried in that cunt and she's making Ms. Khan squirm and moan. A lesbian virgin's moan. It's music to my ears. A symphony of pleasure.

Truth be told, when I left them alone I didn't think it would go this far. Leila is the kind of girl who's over eager to prove herself, that's why I've been relying on her lately, but I didn't think it would evolve to public pussy eating. Honestly, the most I thought would happen was touching and maybe some kissing.

Had I known that Leila would be eaten by a prominent business woman, I'd have only offered her a modest 20% pay bump instead of the 40% when I was desperate for her help. Getting a clit sucking from Stevtlana is valuable, not because it feels so good, but because she'll have bragging rights. Screw her portfolio, which she always talks about wanting to boost. If the right women find out that she's gotten a tongue lashing from Svetlana, doors will open. Opportunities will appear. It means her cunt is worthy. That she's connected with the right people. A pussy blessing, as I like to call it.

Most of the clients are lounging outside after getting the information they wanted and a complete tour of the property. By now, they're either interested or they're not. So they're having drinks, socializing, some are sitting on the other side of the pool with their feet in the water eating sandwiches, while listening to the music of Leila approaching orgasm in the background. They talk about her when the moans get louder.

"Ms. Khan is multi-talented, I see."

"Does that come with the open house?"

"I'm sure if you pay extra Ms. Khan will come with the property."

A busty blonde named Pamela removes her flats to walk barefoot. She takes off her pants and removes her crisp white blouse, to reveal her sheer bra and panties, which are way too small for her. Her body is evenly tanned. The reason she removed her clothes is so she can have an easy time bending down to play with Leila during the eventual climax.

Pamela works in family law for a downtown firm and she's expressed interest in starting her own practice here. She gets on her knees and lovingly undoes Leila's top and shows great affection. Button by button. The blouse is open while Leila's body is tense from being eaten and having a tongue shoved inside her pussy.

I'm bursting with anticipation as Pamela pulls the front of Leila's bra down. I'm so curious to see those nipples for the first time. Ah, they're dark. Not quite black, but much darker than brown. One of my favorite things in life is the contrast between pink and dark nipples. The contrast is delicious. Svetlana and Pamela both sport bright pink nipples which look fantastic near Leila's dark ones. All three women have erect nipples from this casual public encounter.

Pamela bends down and starts to suck each tit while rubbing the chest. Before, everyone was socializing around this pussy-eating. Now everyone is watching. It's a feast for the eyes and soul. Everyone fawns over what they're seeing. Leila's feet are straight from her tension and her toes curl. She makes a loud squealing noise which is both amusing and embarrassing at the same time. I'm sure she'll cringe so hard later knowing everyone has heard this. I'm sure she'll be more embarrassed over the squealing noise she makes, more than having her first pussy-eating session in front of a group of esteemed women.

This is the moment Leila Khan becomes a canvas of sexual pleasure. A tableau of professional women surrounds her. As the sun's tender rays shine on her skin, she has everyone's full attention. Her orgasm becomes the perfect way to end this property showing.

Between the nurturing and intense guidance of corporate women, Leila's body melts onto the pavement and she surrenders. Her euphoria blossoms as she cums into Svetlana's mouth while her pussy and nipples are stimulated at the same time. It's the kind of orgasm where she stops her moaning and panting and instead becomes silent as her body stiffens like a board. Her face looks twisted with pleasure and her toes are curled while Svetlana makes a muffled noise, no doubt swallowing a gushing of Leila's squirt.

The women around the pool are amused, but not surprised. No one eats pussy like Svetlana does, and Pamela is the master of nipple sucking. Their eyes are locked onto this orgasm while they're continuing to eat small bites and drink and talk amongst themselves. When the orgasm is over, there's a light applause as if this were a Broadway show and Leila is the star entertainer this afternoon, under this bright sunny day.

It takes several moments for Leila to recover, and by this point the group of women make their preparations to leave, offering me a handshake and some parting words for the day. This is business, but we're also friends. They also make sure to send their pleasantries to Leila as she's helped to her feet.

The buzzing glow of an orgasm is all over Leila's face as she stands with her skirt still hiked, showing her freshly eaten pussy, and her blouse is still open with her bra still down. Her dark nipples are still erect, they shine with saliva under the warmth of sunlight. The fact that she's still barefoot makes this sight that much hotter.

Leila covers her nipples with a forearm, offering an embarrassed handshake with her free hand. Not enough time to fix her blouse, so she pays respect to these guests the best she can, even though her pussy is hilariously still showing and her hair is a mess.

As the women make their way inside the property to leave through the front door, Leila takes the moment to button her blouse and fix her office skirt. She goes to get her heels and puts them on her feet. The young woman can barely look at me when I approach her. I tell her she's done a great job, a deal is a deal, and we agreed on a 40% pay increase.

Leila thanks me. Her voice is jittery. Adrenaline is a powerful drug and coming down from an orgasmic high takes time. She'll learn, they always do. It's how I learned. We go inside the property and she forces herself to interact with these women as if everything is normal. But these women have seen her nipples and her O-face, so things can never be normal between them. Svetlana whispers something in her ear. Another meeting, no doubt.

The End

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