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By (user no longer on site) OP
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Extract from book: By L.E. Hartley.
Estate agent fantasy?
enjoy!
She drops the phone back into her bag as the lads turn to leave the yard. He watches them go, steps back inside the building. The office is still in semi-darkness. ‘Where were we?’ He walks across the room, slips an arm around her waist. She doesn’t resist, or make any attempt to move away. His close-cropped silver hair and neatly trimmed beard are highlighted by the dim glow from the window. Naturally tanned skin with hardly any wrinkles on his handsome face. She feels his fresh breath on her neck as he whispers ‘Are we all done, here?’
The adrenaline rush from witnessing the recent encounter has her heart still pounding, and she is aroused by the strong presence of this man. She meets his kiss with equal passion, dropping her bag to the floor and throwing her arms around his neck. He lifts her lightly, his powerful hands under her buttocks, and sits her on the edge of the desk. Pushing the tight skirt up her legs, he is thrilled by the sight of her stocking-tops held on tiny black suspenders. Her pale thighs, her waxed pudendum, no panties. He shrugs off his damp t jacket, throws it over the office chair. Unbuckles his leather belt, opens the waistband and unzips his corduroy trousers, revealing a magnificent erection.
She pulls him close, wrapping her calves around his thighs, adjusting her position on the desk. He guides his penis straight into her, thrusting deep. She moans, throwing her head back. He kisses her throat, nipping lightly at her neck with his sharp teeth. They barely notice the flashing lights in the courtyard.
Josephine explains to her husband how she called the gards because some hoodlums were getting ready to steal her van. She had watched from the upstairs window of her house, as the stranger had confronted the lads and the situation had dissipated. She had tried to call the barracks again to tell them not to bother coming, but the line was engaged.
He goes downstairs, and apologises to the gards, telling them how he just got home and really everything is alright now. As they drive away, he notices the door to the warehouse slightly ajar, the ground-floor light blazing.
The estate agent’s car is parked in the yard. He assumes she must be showing a potential client around, but seeing no lights on in the rest of the building is curious. He makes his way up the three flights of stairs. On the top landing, his office door is wide open, and he can hear loud moans and grunts and groans coming from within. He steps quietly forward, and is confronted by the sight of Samantha with her legs and arms around some strange man, who is fucking her hard on his desk.
They are completely oblivious to his presence, but he steps to one side of the door as he feels himself instantly aroused. Watching from the shadow, he reaches into his baggy tracksuit and takes a firm grip on his swollen dick. He hardly needs to move his hand at all, the show being enacted before him is so arousing that he starts to show pre-cum as soon as he touches himself. After just a few strokes, he ejaculates profusely, splattering the wall and floor. Then, leaving them as they start to reach their own climaxes, he makes his way back downstairs, across the yard and into his house. |
