Ocean View

What am I doing here… I can’t afford this house, and I most certainly can’t have you. I guess this is what happens when I haven’t been laid in six months and have been thirsting after your social media. This was a terrible idea, but I’m here, and it’s too late to cancel now since you just pulled up next to me.

Sitting in my car outside of this gorgeous oceanfront home, I summon my best “I belong here” attitude and cut the engine. You smile at me as we step out of our cars. I lean against mine with the most bored look that I can muster on my face as you gather your things and walk towards me. With that beautiful smile still on your face you extend your hand and introduce yourself, and when I take it, I’m met with slightly calloused hands, not soft like I thought they’d be. You’re even more attractive in person, and I immediately regret this decision. We make idle chit chat as we walk the rest of the way to the front door, but all I can think about is the way your pants hug your ass.

You open the lock box to grab the key and unlock the door, stepping aside to let me in first. As I go to walk past you, I make sure to turn my body to face yours and step just one step too close so that my breasts graze your chest. I say nothing, like it didn’t happen, and continue into the grand foyer that has a clear view of the ocean, leaving you to wonder if I did that on purpose or not. Stunned by the view before me, mixed with the brazen action I’d just taken, I don’t hear you when you come up beside me, and I jump. Being the professional you are, you ask me what questions I may have about the property, but I ignore you and walk through the living room and out onto the balcony. This may be one of the most immaculate views I’ve ever seen, from the marble balcony floor to the illusion railing, taking nothing away from the water. I have my hands on the railing, enjoying the view, when you walk up beside me again, but this time I heard you coming and keep my composure. You place your own hands on the railing a little closer to mine than would normally be considered comfortable, because when I look down at their placement, you adjust your position slightly to give me more space. The nervous action makes me smile internally and I tell you that your hands are still in the wrong place. I turn my face to look at you and understandably you look confused. As I turn my body to fully face you, I tell you that they should be on me. You don’t move, most likely out of shock, which gives me the opportunity to take a chance and bring my hands to your chest. I watch your eyes for any sign that I should stop, thankfully all I see are your pupils dilate as I slowly slide my hands down the front of your body to your belt. Never taking my eyes off yours, I release the buckle and start unbuttoning your pants, pulling the zipper down inch by agonizing inch. I move slightly, forcing you to turn and put your ass against the railing. I want to see the ocean while I suck your dick.

I peel your pants and briefs down to your ankles, fully exposing you, hard as a rock. I drop to my knees in front of you (which is not that easy in six-inch heels), running my hand over the length of you, then letting my tongue follow the same path my hand has just made. Swirling my tongue around the tip of your dick before bringing you into my mouth, I’m rewarded by the sharp sound of you drawing in air. Working you with my mouth, sucking harder every upstroke, flicking the tip of my tongue over your slit, your hands are in my hair and you tell me that you’re going to cum if I don’t stop. So I don’t stop, and you coat the back of my throat. Before sucking the remaining beads of cum off your head, I look up at you through my eyelashes to make sure you’re watching me, lick my lips, rise to my feet, and start walking back through the house, leaving you with your pants down.

I’m halfway up the stairs when you call my name, but I only look at back at you and continue my ascension. You catch up to me while I’m checking out the master bathroom. You’re standing in the doorway and say, “what the fuck was that!”. I turn to look at you and manage a shy smile, which makes you laugh and tell me not to back down now. I smile full on and go to walk past you, but you grab me by the wrist, putting my arm behind my back, and pin me to the doorframe. I close my eyes and hold my breath, realizing this is no longer my game. You tilt my chin up with your thumb, keeping the rest of your hand lightly around my throat. You graze your nose and lips against my ear and ask me if I’d rather be bent over the tub or the bed. All I can manage is to gasp, but no words come out. You tell me that I have three seconds to choose before you choose for me, and I manage to whisper, “bed”. You let go of my wrist but lead me into the bedroom by my throat until my legs run into the bedframe. The next thing I know I’m facing away from you and I feel your hands running up the outsides of my legs, reaching my panties and pulling them down around my ankles, no doubt repaying me for before. I hear your belt and pants being undone as you tell me to bend over and grab the bottom railing of the frame. Your fingers dancing over my clit is the only warning I have before you’re filling me, deep. The sensation of being stretched and filled is overwhelming and I cry out. You slowly start to slide in and out of me, filling me as much as possible each time. As you pick up your rhythm, one of your fingers is on my clit again, applying the perfect amount of pressure, building my orgasm with every stroke. You tell me that you’re not stopping until you feel me cum around you, and hearing those words are my undoing. Lightning crashes behind my eyes as I cum hard, and continue to cum when I feel you empty yourself inside of me. You pull out of me and I reach down for my panties, putting them back in their rightful spot. I go to move toward the bathroom to clean up, but you stop me. You tell me I’m not allowed to clean up until I get home so I have to think about what we did for a little bit longer.

Leaving the house, I take one last look at the view I’ll never have and walk out of the front door. You lock up and we walk to our cars. Before I can get in mine, you take one of my hands and bring it to your mouth, kissing my knuckles and telling me that this has been the most interesting showing you’ve ever had. I smile and we say goodbye, both of us knowing that an experience like this will never happen again.