“Perfect,” I rumble in a deep voice, still mesmerized by the hypnotic swing of her hips.“Sounds like a plan.”
We ascend to the second level before moving down a gracious hallway lined with thick carpeting and golden sconces on the walls.Then, the woman opens a door to the left, showing off a suite done up with pale cream walls, a wooden four poster bed in the center, as well as delicate, French-style furniture.
“This guest suite is called the Lily Room,” she intones, smiling while looking inside.“It was named after the original owner of the home, Lily Bauer, who lived here with her nine children.These were her personal rooms, and although the furniture is no longer original, we’ve done up the interior to commemorate Mrs.Bauer.Please, come inside,” she invites with a smile.“As you can see, the wallpaper is a gorgeous matte cream with the subtle tracings of her namesake blossom in outline.Isn’t it beautiful?”
I stare closely at the wallpaper, and sure enough, there are the subtle imprints of lilies of the valley on the ivory background.The effect is sublime, and I nod with appreciation.
“Beautiful,” I murmur before turning to the woman.“I like it.”
She blushes, as if I’m complimenting her personally.
“Thank you.Through there is the attached en suite, with all fixtures from Hansgrohe,” she intones.“Many homes mix and match fixtures from different manufacturers, but Lakeview only uses the penultimate in German manufacturing.”
I nod.
“Is Hansgrohe different from Grohe?I’ve heard there’s a difference between the two companies, but that they’re related somehow.”
The woman nods, smiling to show off pearly white teeth.
“They are different,” she acknowledges while running a hand over the shiny silver head of a gleaming faucet.She clearly knows this house inside out, and lovingly decorated it to her tastes.“Grohe was founded by Hans Grohe’s son, Friedrich, and the two companies went through a series of mergers and acquisitions, which ultimately resulted in ...dum, dum, dum, the sale of a majority of shares to the American company Masco, from Michigan.But the Grohe family is still involved, and I believe a member of the family even sits on the board.It’s a heritage hallmark now, because everything’s controlled by a hedge fund out of New York.Nonetheless, their quality is excellent,” she says, turning on a tap to show me.“The water flows clean and pure, and we’ve never had trouble with plumbing.”
I nod.Clearly, the lady of the manor knows her stuff and I’m impressed because many women only have a passing interest in interior décor.Yes, they might be familiar with wallpaper and linens, but never plumbing.
“I like it,” I rumble.“I’ve always found European brands, even those controlled by American hedge funds, to be of the highest quality.”
“Oh yes,” the woman murmurs.“Lakeview definitely bears a European aesthetic, and it permeates the estate.You’ll see,” she adds with a saucy wink.“Here, let me show you the next suite.”
Then, she moves out of the room, me trailing behind her as if in a daze.I can’t get enough of her mellifluous voice, not to mention her banging body.I’ve always had a thing for curvy women, and this one more than delivers with her Double D breasts and wide hips.
Get your mind out of the gutter, the voice in my head whispers.She’s going through a divorce.
Still, in my experience, divorcees are some of the best fucks out there.They usually haven’t been laid by their husbands in years and are desperate for big dick in their sweet spots.I wonder if this young woman is in that predicament, and my cock twitches once more in my pants.Maybe?We’ll have to see how the land lies.
But as we move through the hall, the doorbell rings again and she gasps, her eyes opening wide.
“Who could it be?”the blonde mutters.“Oh no.”
I stare because I don’t want to be interrupted during our tour, and I definitely don’t want anyone to disrupt my time with the gorgeous girl.
“Wait for them to go away,” I rumble.“Just give it a sec.”
She nods, pausing like a butterfly at the entrance to another room, but the doorbell rings more insistently this time, followed by a number of insistent raps on the wood.
“Oh no,” she gasps.“They’re not going away.I need to get the door.”
But before she can turn to descend the stairs, I grab her arm and pull her through the closest door.Except that it turns out it’s not a bedroom.Instead, it’s a supply closet of some type, complete with linens neatly folded in shelves against one wall, as well as a bunch of cleaning supplies stacked against the other.
“Shhh,” I say while shutting the door as the overhead bulb goes off on its own.“They’ll go away if they don’t know we’re here.”
She nods, and we’re silent in the small space, so close that I can almost hear her breathing.In fact, I can feel one big breast brushing lightly against the back of my bicep and my body goes hard again.The intoxicating fragrance of her perfume inflames my senses, this time mixed with the enticing smell of her personal female musk.Holy fuck, she’s soft, sweet, and one hundred percent fuckable now that we’re locked in a small closet together.
We breathe together, her inhales becoming my exhales, while listening to the intruder below.Sure enough, a key rustles in the lock, and then the door opens as someone calls out, “Hello?Anybody home?”
“It must be another potential buyer,” the blonde whispers.“Or maybe a realtor.We’ve been getting a lot of those recently.”
“Maybe,” I rasp in the small space.“Let’s see if they go away.”
For what feels like hours but is likely only minutes, the intruder wanders about the home, opening doors, peeking into rooms, and even flushing toilets.Obviously, he’s here to see the house and is testing its bones.But finally, the visitor departs and we hear the door close before the latch snaps back into place.Both of us visibly relax, letting out exhales of relief.
