Two Little Words

So, now we could see both her and under the table. Jo was enjoying this. I could tell because she started the footsie game with me. She had opened her legs wider as she wiggled her own much fuller skirt up, and I realised then she was probably doing the footsie thing with the chap on the other side too. I let my hand drop to her inside leg and began stroking gently in time with the action on the screen. The camera panned to the open briefcase, revealing a row of impressive dildos. The lady in red reached for one and proffered it to a seated lady. She took another and, turning it on, began gently stimulating herself through her knickers. The camera panned back. Under the table the seated lady had taken the dildo and was using it to good effect between wide open legs. The lady in red was moving her hips back and forth as she worked her dildo, the material of her knickers flexing in her arse crack each time she clenched. It was getting as hard to pick which part of the action to concentrate on as my cock.

Jo was moving her hips too. Very slightly. I was running my fingers along the flesh above her stockings, but staying clear of her knickers. I knew this excited Jo and that after the release upstairs of all the sexual tension generated in the restaurant and thereafter, this was going to be a slow build up. For my own part, there would be bedtime stories to look forward to later so I was in no hurry. If I creamed my undies accidentally, well, so be it. The lady in red took a break to hand out another couple of dildos and then crooked her finger at a smart looking gentleman at one end of the table who was at that moment taking care of matters between his legs. He rose and followed her as she strode to another small table off to the side, unencumbered by the constraints of her skirt which remained up around her waist. She had pulled a folder from the briefcase and the two bent over its contents. The gentleman pulled out his pen and signed one of the documents. The lady in red smiled, returned the folder to the case, and walked back to the table. She slid her knickers down slowly, looking the gentleman in the eye as she did so. She spread her legs when her knickers were at two-thirds mast and wiggled her arse, leaning on the table. He took the hint, dropping his trousers and getting stuck into her from behind with admirable enthusiasm.

Jo had now slipped forward a little and succeeded in encouraging the chap on her left to start stroking her. Her white covered silky mound was now available to him and he took advantage, in exchange for which she reached round in front of his busy arm and grabbed his cock. She stroked quickly and he soon spasmed and grunted. She let go and after adjusting himself he stood and made to leave. We both raised to let him pass, then Jo took my hand and grabbed her jacket as we moved left. "He must have already seen the show," Jo whispered. I nodded, thinking so had the chap in the corner but he had stayed put. We resumed our activities, though Jo's skirt and slip had fallen to a slightly more ladylike position from the move.

The scene had changed. We were now in an office and the lady in red had become the lady in blue. She was discussing something with a suited gent, probably her boss, who seemed to be congratulating her. He flicked a remote at a large TV in the corner with an early Betamax machine adjacent. The screen showed a similar scene to the one we had just been witnessing, though with a different audience. It looked like a sales training video. The lady practicing her sales pitch on the TV screen had got to the skirt hitching bit. The gent made a small flick of his hand, palm up, to the lady in blue. She smiled and hitched up her skirt. She seemed to have on the same underwear. He reached into his desk and came up with a dildo, tossing it to her. She caught it one handed, turned it on and began the routine again for him. He sat back in his chair, got his cock out and beckoned her over. She straddled him, pulled her frenchies to one side, and sat on his cock. As she bounced away the camera zoomed in on her delicious arse. Lovely.

Jo's encouragement of her new neighbour was working. He too was running his fingers along her leg and pushing up her skirt as he did. This time Jo helped him by slowly easing it back herself until it was right up and she was sitting there with her knickers fully on show. He ran his hand up almost to her waist, and Jo, realising his plan, simultaneously pulled the elastic forward with her right hand to allow him access from above. He delved down and Jo lifted momentarily to help. He leaned over. I could see he was about my age, with curly hair.

"God, you're soaking wet," he muttered.

"Must be your charm," whispered Jo breathlessly as she began to get into the swing of things. She opened her blouse a bit more, exposing her left breast. "Suck this would you, please," she whispered.

He pulled his right hand out of her knickers and put his arm round her on the seat back. He swivelled down to take her breast in his mouth and delved back into her knickers with his left hand. Jo wiggled to make things easier for him. It didn't seem too comfortable a position but he seemed to be coping with the demands admirably. Jo closed her eyes, ignoring the screen, and let the feelings run.

At first, I divided my attention between the screen and the two beside me. From the look of the movements in Jo's knickers he was a very competent performer. Which her regular thrusting underlined. I had ceased my caresses and Jo was holding both seat arms for support while working rhythmically against his flexing fingers. Then while I was trying to catch up with the plot on screen I drifted off into a sort of reverie. The movie soundtrack drowned out Jo's sighs and gasps with the usual overdone wails and moans. I just felt good about the fact that, free from the endless demands of small children for a while, Jo was enjoying herself to the full. These opportunities came so rarely and it was good to grab them with both hands when they did as a counterweight to the mix of stresses and humdrum chores in normal routine.

I was jerked back to the present as Jo grabbed my arm fiercely with both hands and writhed towards me. She hung on and twitched, trying to keep from attracting attention from the rows in front as she got herself back in order. Then she let go and turned to her new companion-in-pleasure.

"Thanks. That was beyond lovely. Now let me help you." She reached between his legs and came up with a stiff cock which she immediately started working on.

"Are you going to be a naughty boy for me now? Are you going to squirt everywhere for me?"

It was his turn to sit back and enjoy.

"You're lovely and stiff, aren't you? Would you like me to turn round so you can be dirty all over my arse or do you want me to keep rubbing you?" She increased her speed.

"Would you like to come over my knickers or my bare arse you naughty boy?"

"Tits!" he breathed. "On your tits."

She dropped his cock and pulled open her blouse turning to face him and holding her breasts up with both hands. He had taken up the hard work and was rubbing himself at a dramatic pace, kneeling on the seat he pushed his cock towards her cleavage.

"Oh yes!" she exclaimed. "That's it!" At this point the fellow in front of me turned to see what was afoot. He would have got a better view than I had, just as Jo's up-thrust breasts were coated in ropes of spunk by the light of the flickering screen.

She sank back in her seat and I offered a hankie. She soon had her blouse demurely buttoned again and now it was the turn of her companion to thank her. Like his predecessor, he then made to leave once he was tidy and we were soon alone in the corner. The chap in front had turned back to watch the show after our sidebar efforts had subsided and he paid us no more attention. Nor did anyone else. And we sat quietly snuggled up again until the end of the reel and left thereafter, well satisfied. Back at the car I told Jo she could have a nap on the way to the hotel as I knew my way from here back to the arterial. By the time we made the parking lot the summer sun was going down. We checked in, hauled the minimal luggage to the room and flopped on the bed side by side.

"You seemed to be enjoying yourself," I remarked.

"God, yes! But I'm sorry you missed out in a way. I'll make it up to you."

"Darling, of course you will. But you know how much I enjoy watching, so I was having as good a time as you. You know that really, don't you? All for the best in the best of all possible worlds."

"You always say that on the rare occasions we get lucky like today, but I'm never quite sure you really mean it."

"I do." I rolled over and kissed her. We embraced for quite a while.

"Time for a sandwich and a nightcap before it's dark."

"Excellent," she rejoined. So that's what we had.

We were up early on the Saturday. Jo had ironed her suit and hung it up overnight. I had brought a blazer and light blue shirt with plain dark blue tie.

"I think I'll put my frenchies on underneath today," said Jo. "Let the air circulate a bit." I nodded in a "yes, dear" kind of way. My brain was off games and on task at that moment, and although we chaps can switch tasks quickly, multitasking just leads to accidents.

We'd chosen a chain agent to get wide coverage but made an appointment to meet the local agents at a village in our search area. We'd let them know our requirements and budget over the phone and they'd promised to whittle the prospects down to save us a lot of time. After a quick breakfast we were at their door before 9.00am. The window was full of the usual A4 and larger displays, as were the walls inside. There were a couple of desks to sit at and leaf through material or discuss stuff with your agent, and an office area at the rear with the usual paraphernalia. Word processing had arrived on the scene, but laser copiers and ubiquitous e-mail were, like today's baristas, still to crawl out of the swamp.

A striking young man, just a bit short of six foot with roughly combed blonde hair, bright blue eyes and wearing a grey herringbone suit, rose from behind one of the desks and put out his hand. Jo took the lead and grasped it firmly.

"We're Jo and Guy," she said. "I'm Jo, just for the avoidance of doubt."

He smiled broadly. "I'm Richard. People insist on calling me Dick, and I gave up stopping them long since. So, call me Dick, just for the avoidance of doubt. We're expecting you. I've got the guff at the table."

He waved us to seats and resumed his. The ice broken we got down to business in a very business-like way.

"We're moving for business reasons. So, we need to buy a house. We're not interested in seeing houses people are putting on the market just to see what they can get. We only want to see houses the vendors really want to sell too," I said.

"Understood," said Dick. "Of course, I'm working for the vendors, so I have to do my bit in good faith. But I'm sure we can meet your needs." I glanced at Jo, who was looking at Dick in a way which made me think she might be considering a range of needs.

"Perhaps we can look at the ones who are a bit more anxious to sell first?" I ventured.

He smiled. "I couldn't possibly comment," he replied. I liked him. A straight agent. In the old-fashioned sense. And probably in the modern sense too. We pored over bits of paper, some of which we had seen before when we asked them to mail us a prepack. After about twenty minutes we had a shortlist of four we might go and have a look at.

"Can we just knock on the door holding your flyer as an entry ticket?" I asked.

"I can't stop you doing that, but we prefer to make appointments if we can. And that helps you because it signals you're serious buyers we've vetted, if only by meeting you. Are there one or two you'd like to see first and I can phone now?"

I looked at Jo. She pushed two flyers over and I gave them another look. "I like the sound of that one," she said, tapping a picture of a four-bedroom place in simple modern style in one of the less fashionable villages close by.

"That's a good choice," said Dick, moving seamlessly into sales mode. "It's not in the most sought-after areas so it's good value, there are schools not too far away, as long as Guy doesn't mind a slightly longer drive to get the train, and the vendors are moving on business too. The husband's just had a posting."

"How do we get there?"

"Well for that one the vendors are away. But I have keys. So, if you didn't mind an accompanied viewing, we could all go there now. I could lead the way in my car or we could all travel together. It's about ten minutes away."

"We'll go in our car," I said. "You can sit up front with Jo and give directions and I'll sit in the back. Then we'll bring you back here. I've had enough driving for a while."

"Done," said Dick.

We piled into the car. I noticed Jo give her skirt a good yank up as she swung behind the wheel. I'd thought something like that might happen after the way she had been looking at Dick in the office. I decided to play it as it went. If there was an opportunity to assist, all well and good. Anyway, I enjoyed someone else dishing out the left here right there stuff, and we were soon outside the house. It was on a ten to fifteen-year-old medium sized development of similar properties. Two and three bedroomed boxes with modest gardens on the margins of a small village with a slightly worn at the edges feel. We could afford it, though, which was a big deal. Dick led the way through the front door and started giving us the tour.

Well, really, he was giving Jo the tour. I was trotting along behind obediently, like the flunky who carried the Queen's wallet. Once we'd done downstairs Dick waved Jo through to the upstairs. She climbed unhurriedly and as he followed her up there was a lot to enjoy. I hung back a little. He did the smaller bedrooms first, then the bathroom, and finished with the main bedroom. There was no en-suite, of course. Jo jumped onto the bed and lay back, accidentally showing a lot of leg and so forth.

"Plenty of room in here too," he was saying as I walked in. "There's a loft above. Accessed by a ladder. It's floored and quite big."

"You mentioned a shed and suchlike in the garden. I might have a look at that and the garage while you show Jo the loft. I'm not wildly keen on loft ladders," I suggested. He bit, fishing in his pocket.

"Here's the garage side door key. The shed should be open."

"Thanks."

"Don't wait up," I quipped, as I left them and headed downstairs.

I took my time in the garage, and then went down the garden to the shed. Anyone watching from upstairs would have seen me disappear into it. I left the door ajar for better light and took more time poking about the Aladdin's cave such places tend to be. Then back to the house. All was quiet. I went upstairs to find a square of dim light in the landing ceiling, the loft ladder down and sounds from above. I stepped back against the wall behind the ladder so anyone glancing down preparatory to descending would be unlikely to spot me.

There was the rustle of clothing and gentle footfalls.

"God, you're so sexy. I couldn't help looking at your legs in the car."

"Do you like what you're looking at now?"

"Oh yes. What about Guy?"

"Don't worry. He won't disturb us, I promise. Do you want to kiss me and push that stiff cock against me?"

"Yes."

"Come on then."

"You're sure about Guy?"

"Yes." More footfalls and rustling.

"Ooh yes. Rub it against my knickers just there. Yes. That's it."

"Your knickers are wet."

"Yes. And you're stiff as a rolling pin. Lovely and stiff for me, you young perv."

"Your cunt's all wet."

"Play with my little bud. Here, let me help you. There, feel it. My tiny stiffy for you."

Quiet now, with just breathing and slight creaking of the floor.

"I haven't got a Durex."

"I have, but it's alright. I'm on the pill."

More indefinable sounds then, "I want to put it in your cunt."

"You are a bad boy, aren't you? You don't just want to put it in do you? You want to move it in and out and be dirty inside me, don't you?"

"Yes."

"I could just pull my knickers aside and you could put it in. Or I could turn around, pull my knickers down a bit and bend over. You could put it in my cunt then. Or you could put it somewhere else if you would like. Would you like?"

"Yes."

"Dirty boy."

Quiet. A click like a handbag opening. Then quiet. Then the definite snap of a lady's bag being shut.

"You have the loveliest arse in the world."

"You must have gone to the same charm school as Guy. Come on then. Put it in my cunt first, then somewhere else if you would like."

"God, your cunt's so warm and wet."

Slight floor creaking, then, "That's right. Just push gently and I'll push back. Yes, it's going in you dirty bugger. Oh yes! Put your hand round my front and play with my bud. Yes! Yes! Come on, do me. Move your big stiffy in and out, Yes!"

Then just creaking and breathing, slowly getting louder. It's impossible to make love quietly once the blood rises. All your senses change so that you're both focused on each other and your feelings. It's not that caution has been thrown to the winds. Caution doesn't mean anything anymore.

I listened as they closed on their goal, Jo beginning to whimper then shout "That's it you dirty bastard. Do it in my arse. Fill me up you bugger. Come on."

Then the sound of something like a piece of furniture scraping along the floor. People getting their breath back. I nipped into the bathroom, used and flushed the toilet after I'd reopened the door, and then clomped along the landing.

"How are you guys doing?" I asked, loudly.

"Fine, we're almost finished up here," replied Jo.

"I'll see you back downstairs." I trotted down and back to the open plan lounge-diner.

I heard the loft ladder being replaced and shortly afterward Jo bounced in looking radiant. Dick followed looking a bit sheepish and unsure, but I paid no attention to him and concentrated on Jo.

"So, what do you think of the house now you've given it the once over?"

"Dick's been doing an excellent sales job," she said giving him a friendly pat. I know he has, I thought.

"But he didn't need to. Given the vendors are in a similar position to us and the accommodation offered it's ideal. And I'm sure I can sell you on the loft ladder with just two little words."

I left the two little words lie and looked queryingly at Dick. "I'm going to ask what you think of us offering the asking price with exchange of contracts as soon as possible. We'd get our solicitor fired up to get on with searches etc. As long as they take the place off the market. We want to protect against gazumping. So, what do you think?"

"I'm sure that would work. I can't guarantee against gazumping. It's a big problem these days. We agents hate it, funnily enough. But they're a couple like you, a little older. They don't want to hang about. We could phone them from here, I have a temporary number they can be reached on, but if we go back to the office it makes it easier for me if there's a follow-up call. There often is."

"Done. Let's go and do it."

So, we did. Dick got through first try. They accepted straightaway and Jo had a chat with the wife about schools, kindies and all that sort of stuff. We could contact them at the property next week, when they were returning to start packing. We thanked Dick profusely, and Jo gave him a hug and a peck on the cheek. "You were brilliant!" she said.

Back in the car on the way to the hotel, paperwork on the other prospects in the back, just in case, Jo told me Dick was actually a nuclear physicist. He learned estate agency and took the necessary exams during a gap year, and this was just a short vacation job for him. He was doing his doctorate at Nottingham and was already part, albeit at a very junior level, of a team designing one of the next big machines for bashing small particles together. "Really? Though I did give you time to get acquainted. You used it well. And that would account for his straight as a die approach to the job. Though perhaps his morals in other areas were be a little bit more flexible?" I raised an eyebrow. Jo gave a big happy grin. "Thankfully, yes."