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** Warning, Warning might be classed as a little steamy, a little explicit, please don't read if you are easily offended. Otherwise enjoy the ride  You have been warned **
Mike lounged back in his chair cradling the phone between his neck and shoulder.
“Yes Mrs Charleston your house looks great, the weeks’ opens have gone well.” He nodded as he wound the conversation up with his hand. “Tomorrow’s early looks promising. Right, of course I’ll fill the spa, yes and I’ll have it running.” He nodded as he recalled what he’d done in that spa this week. “Right yes tomorrow night you’ll be back, ok, bye.”
He closed his eyes and smiled as he thought about his night ahead. Christine’s sudden appearance and following delivery of phone messages had him snap upright. He smiled at her and winked as she scowled at the Top Realtor at Christie & Co Real Estate.
She used to succumb to his charm, until he refused to date her. He thought of himself as a lady’s man. With a well groomed body, and a face that was easy on the eyes, he never had any trouble attracting and getting what he wanted. Unfortunately Christine wasn’t what he wanted.
He flaunted his popularity with the ladies in front of her, but he couldn't hide it, when he was obviously popular. He couldn’t help God made him look the way he did.
He fanned through the messages, until he found the one he was waiting for.
Lisa his date for the evening was meeting him at the Charleston home. She’d been there on Monday with him.
“Ahhh, 7:30pm perfect,” he said softly to himself. Lisa was the adventurous one, she always surprised him.
Of course there was also a message from Morgan, she was his conservative, but reliable lady friend. They’d met when she was selling her unit. He’d convinced her to go to auction. He’d made her a hefty profit. Mind you it helped that he’d down played the amount she’d get for it prior to Auction day. Yes manage the customer’s expectation, which was the trick of the trade. He did it so well. She was overwhelmed by the extra $30,000 she’d made on the expected price. He’d supplied the champagne, and so began their relations.
Then with his belief that three was a lucky number, he found his Sunday night date, Jennifer. Her message was just confirming dinner.
“Call me,” Christine’s neat hand writing said on the yellow message label. Oh he’d call her alright, she was an eager student of his. She was open minded and was happy to try anything new, so long as it didn’t involve accessories. He’d come to her aid when one of his colleague had rubbed her up the wrong way at their client Christmas party. Jennifer was eternally grateful, and being young and naive she was eager to please.
“Going to the Charleston house again?” Christine asked as she gathered her coat and bag.
“Ah yes, as a matter of fact I am,” he replied looking far too smug for his own good.
“You work too hard,” she said in a sarcastic, smart tone of her own. “You shouldn’t get so tied up with your work. You know what they say, too much work makes Mikey a dull boy.”
“Oh don’t you worry about me,” he smiled sweetly at her. He wished she was his type, but she knew far too much about how he treated his women. That was by the dozen, not by the rose amongst the thorns.
“Ah, I’m not worried at all, “ she chided as she turned to leave. “I’m sure you’ll have your hands tied in no time.”
“Sorry?” he asked as she stepped out the door. “Whatever,” he said to himself as he puffed his chest out and admired the way his shirt hung off his well built chest and shoulders.
Arriving early at the Charleston home, he smiled when he saw Lisa at the curb. She was a very attractive lady, and the long boots and short skirt she wore had his pulse racing at the thought of removing them with his teeth.
“Come in,“ he smiled as he admired the drop of her shirt, it was only buttoned up just enough not leaving much to the imagination. He could smell the scent of her body, as she brushed herself past him through the doorway. He watched her saunter into the living room.
“Upstairs, honey,” he said as she turned on her heels to face him. She ignored his request and pressed her body against him seductively. He threw his arm around her slim waist and kissed her passionately on the lips.
“I was wondering when you were going to say hello.”
“Oh, I’d better say it again,” she purred as she put both her arms around his neck and pressed her pelvis against his slowly hardening hip area. Slowly she looked into his eyes and kissed him full on the mouth. They locked in a passionate embrace as he groped the back of her thighs slowly moving his hands up her skirt. He hardened in pleasure as he felt the top of the suspenders she wore under her short tight skirt.
“Upstairs,” he commanded feeling a whooshing feeling take over his mid section.
Lisa laughed and threw her long red hair back over her shoulders as she broke his embrace. The large bag over her shoulders clinked and swayed as she sashayed up the stairs.
Mike looked up at the PEACH colored ceiling and said “thank you,” out loud to no one in particular.
Upstairs Lisa undid another button on her shirt. It revealed her musk-pink lace bra. Her breasts were full and round, and he confidently put one hand inside her shirt, feeling her soft breast. She moaned as he circled her nipple, and pushed the strap down her shoulder, letting her breast spill outside the cup.
He lowered his face to the freed skin as his tongue traced the now erect nipple, he took as much as he could in his mouth, nibbling gently.
His other hand found its way between her thighs. He snapped one of the suspender clips off, leaving the stocking hanging by the one remaining clip. Slowly he moved his hand up between her legs.
He just about choked on her breast in his mouth when he realised her knickers were crutchless. Slowly he traced his way across to the other breast still inside the cup, he eased the strap off the other shoulder, with the same effect and gave the same attention as he had on the other breast. Her breathing was rapid, as she undid his shirt, then his belt. Still standing he helped her almost undress him, as his pants fell to the floor she found the peak in his boxers and eased her hand down the front of them. He felt a surge as her cold hand slowly traced his shaft, moving down to cup him and gently massage. He pulled her towards him, and kissed her passionately, reconnecting with her tongue and lips. As he kissed her and their tongues met, he pulled her skirt up revealing the musk-pink crutchless knickers, overlayed by the black lace suspender belt around her soft stomach, the sight of the black knee high boots, and the black stockings running mid thigh had him breathing deeply.
“Is it hot in here?” He asked breathlessly.
“Yes, and it’s about to get hotter,” she smiled as she pushed his shirt over his shoulders letting it fall on top of his pants. He fell to his knees and undid the remaining suspender clips with his teeth. He pushed her thighs apart and lapped where her legs met. She lifted a leg onto the bed, momentarily pushing his head away from her groin.
She leant over her knee and stared at him seductively, her breasts pressed against her own knees. Slowly she unzipped the boot. He watched her slowly undo the other boot and throw it off.
He pushed her onto the bed, and kneeled before her, slowly tasting her. With his hands under her smooth behind, he was relentless as he felt her body shuddering in delight. She held her breath as he enjoyed the taste of her.
“Wait, there’s more,” she said out of breath. She didn’t really want to stop him, she was wet with desire.
“Huh?” he said looking up confused. She grabbed her bag and pulled out a pair of silver hand-cuffs.
“Alright,” he exclaimed, not believing his luck. “Who’s first?” he asked like a kid in a candy store.
“You of course darling,” she said nibbling on his ears as she pushed him towards the bed head.
He quickly removed his socks, and the boxers which were balancing on his erect manhood.
Slowly she straddled him, as she secured his hands around the steel posted bed. It was almost like it was made for hand-cuffs, it was strong and sturdy with not weak points where the hand-cuffs might slip off. On top of him, she put her hands behind his neck and kissed him as she eased herself up and down him, as she nibbled on his ear.
“Can you wait a moment honey?” She purred at him as she eased herself off him and walked to the bathroom.
“Of course,” he replied breathless, in his own zone.
She entered the bathroom, her skirt around her waist, the suspenders belt hanging at her waist. She grabbed her boots as she went in. A minute passed until she exited the bathroom. She had her boots back on and her skirt smoothed down. Her shirt was button back up and she grabbed his clothes shoving them into her bag.
“Wha... what are you doing?” he asked suddenly feeling a little vulnerable.
“Oh honey, you don’t think I know you have been two, ah I mean three timing me?”
He looked at her wide eyed, feeling the lack of blood in his head causing a dizzy feeling.
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” he stammered pulling himself up the bed a little, moving his hands side to side looking for a weak spot to release himself.
“Oh let’s just say Morgan and Jennifer send their regards... oh and Christine says she warned you not to get tied up.”
She laughed as she scooped his clothes and shoes up off the floor and put them into her oversized bag.
“Don’t worry honey, I’ll leave the keys at the table down stairs. Should be what 9am when they start piling in the house?”
“No, wait you can’t do this to me. I’ve got a reputation to keep.”
“Huh, so do I honey, so do I,” she laughed as she turned the light out and walked down the stairs.
She put the keys to the hand cuffs on the sign in table at the door.
The OPEN for INSPECTION sign which was resting against the inside of the door, was repositioned on the patio, and the door pulled shut but not locked.
Lisa got in her car, and texted the girls,
“Open For Inspection Ladies, needs a bit of work. Renovators Dream. Investors nightmare.”
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Posted by EasyToSay on 2008-09-14 07:33:21 | Rating: | Views: 309
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PROBABLY shouldnt have read this, but oh well. It caught my curiousity.
And LOL at the dude. Sucked in.
;)
Emeh<3
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Posted by hearxmexrawrr
on 2008-09-14 07:46:08
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Hey Emeh,
No you probably should not have!Lol. But I won't tell if you don't... I did put a warning there...ooops.
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Posted by EasyToSay
on 2008-09-14 07:48:18
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That was naughty, and the dumb ass, I guess anyone stupid enough to cheat is stupid enough to allow them self to be tied up. A perfect example of how karma works. I liked the story.
Reveling yet restrained, writing is such a telltale sign of one’s inner self.
D
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Posted by bigd49
on 2008-09-14 09:37:21
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Hahahahahahahahahahaha
Thats unlucky!
=P
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Posted by eeerm
on 2008-09-14 10:31:13
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Got another pair of those things???? This was good and kudos for Lisa!
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Posted by lastblastkl
on 2008-09-15 21:26:16
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poor guy...I don't care if he was bein a "playa"...poor poor guy...reminds me of a story myself...
I had said somethin to Des one mornin...somethin bout the woman's place bein in the kitchen...I was jokin...seriously...and she laughed a little then acted as if she'd forgotten...so a couple hours later...she started kissin on me...puttin her hands down my pants...and we made our way up the stairs...she gave me this look...you know that look that makes you...well...you know the look...then she pulls out these handcuffs...she then cuffs me to the bed...goes down on me...then she grins at me real big and gets up to walk through the door...I'm thinkin that she's goin to get somethin else to bring into the bedroom...couldn't think of what...but hell...I was too worked up to care...so I'm waitin...and waitin...and things start goin downhill if you catch my drift...turns out she went to the kitchen...to stay there..."where she belongs"...left me there for 3 hours...handcuffed to the bed....
I don't like handcuffs anymore...
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Posted by BlueEyedSinner
on 2008-09-19 13:28:21
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