Open house, open pussy!

“For sale?” I wasn’t too surprised to see the sign go up on the empty
place next door. It has been more than eight months since the Cooke
family moved out. They were the kind of neighbors you like to have –
friendly, quiet, and on the rare occasion they had a party they made
sure you got an invitation if for no other reason than you could make
plans to be somewhere else if you wanted to keep your sanity.

And they had a beautiful 16-year-old daughter Sally who liked wearing
the smallest bathing suit possible when sunning herself in the back
yard. Yeah, I looked. More than a few times. I pretty sure Sally knew
too. One time when I was stroking myself Sally looked in the direction
of my house, stood up, took her top off and rubbed oil over her tiny
tits. Damn that was nice.

Anyway, since I had been out of town for a week on business I didn’t
see the sign go up. I had seen a few contractors and painters come in
recent weeks so I wasn’t too surprised that they decided to update the
place and sell.

Curious guy that I am I went online and checked out the listing on the
real estate company’s web site, if for no other reason than to see the
pictures and find out how much they wanted for the place. Our homes
aren’t in one of those cookie-cutter developments, but they are about
the same size so I thought it would give me a fair idea of the current
value of my place.

Two things jumped out at me right away: Despite the shitty economy our
places are holding their value, no doubt thanks to the lake nearby.
Second, the listing agent Lisa was hot. Pretty face and vibrant, long
red hair.

I didn’t think much more about any of this until a couple weeks later
when the ‘Open House Sunday’ sign went up. ‘Oh great,’ I thought to
myself. A couple hours of cars doing slow drive-bys down the street
and the occasional walk through. I could have easily found something
else to do away from home, but I decided to scope out the would-be
neighbors and see who would be interested in the place.

Sunday came. I missed seeing the agent drove up, but the bright red
balloons told me the open house was on so I parked myself in the
living room with a murder novel and a beverage to watch the buyers.

Nearly three hours and several chapters later I wasn’t impressed with
the few people I saw visit next door. Since the open house was about
to end and no one had been there for at least a half hour, I got up
and walked next door to see for myself what had been done.

I walked in and had two thoughts; Nice renovation, and Lisa was hot.
She introduced herself. “Hi,” I said, shaking her hand. “I live next
door, and since no one has been by in a while I thought I’d take a
look around the place.”

She smiled. “That happens more often than you might think. Everyone
wants to see what the neighbor’s place looks like to compare it with
their own.”

As I checked out the place I checked out Lisa as well. She was
slender, not very tall, maybe 5’4″. Mid-30s. She had obviously cut her
hair since it looked completely different from the head shot on her
web site. She was wearing a nice green summer dress with a hem midway
up her shapely legs. Very nice.

Lisa led me on a tour of the house, and since she knew I wasn’t a
buyer she spared me the sales pitch. Having been inside a few times I
could tell the Cookes didn’t do much renovation work on the first
floor off. Going up to the second floor there was a lot to see,
including a nice view of Lisa’s legs and ass as she went up the
stairs.

She told me the Cookes upgraded their master bedroom and bath for the
sale and showed me the rooms. It wasn’t my style, but it looked nice.
And the mirrors in the room gave me a chance to check her out a little
less obviously. Or so I thought when she caught me looking at her in
the mirror.

“You like it,” she asked.

“Not bad at all,” I told her and smiled.

We talked for a few minutes about the place, then she looked at her
watch. “I’ll be right back,” she said. “I want to take the sign down.
Since you live next door, I think I trust you to be alone in here for
a minute.”

I wasn’t stupid. The moment I heard her go down the stairs I went over
to the window to watch her from above. I loved the way the dress
accentuated her movements. She looked up towards the house after
grabbing her sign from the yard. Looking to see if I was looking,
maybe?.

I was standing next to the bed when Lisa came back into the master.
“So, any potential buyers?”

She sat down on the corner of the bed and crossed her legs. Nice legs,
I thought. “The first couple is promising, but otherwise I don’t think
so,” she said. “Open houses always draw a lot of lookers who just want
see what’s out there in their price-point. Got some good comments on
the house, so we’ll see”

“What’s next then?”

“For this house, I wait for my cell to ring.” She un-crossed her legs
and I couldn’t help but look. “And I have a private showing at another
house I’ve listed in a little while, so it’s a busy afternoon.”

“All work and no play today, eh?”

She was about to answer when her cell chirped. I ignored what she was
saying and just watched her move around the room, talking, listening,
and then firing up her laptop to look at something that was sent to
her. I caught a glimpse of her smiling in the mirror.

“Ok, looks good. I’ll be back in touch first thing in the morning.”

She closed her cell, turned around and did a teen-aged girl happy
dance. “Yes! I got an offer! That first couple I mentioned. And it’s
good enough that I already know the Cookes will accept. Looks like you
have new neighbors.”

“Nice! And congratulations,” I said, and took a step forward to give
her a hug. We embraced for a moment, looked each other in the eyes,
and lust took over.

We kissed wildly, deeply. As our tongues played with each other my
hands roamed up and down her back and ass, pulling her against my
stiffening cock. I hiked her skirt so I could easily smack and massage
her ass.

As I was pulling up her skirt, Lisa was busy unhooking my belt and
unzipping my fly. As her hand found my cock, my hand found her pussy.
We kissed sloppily and hungrily as she stroked my cock and I rubbed
her nub. “It’s a good thing you had this bedroom staged,” I told her
between breaths. Letting go of Lisa for a moment I ripped the covering
off the bed, then pulled off her dress, matching green bra and panties
and lifted her into the bed.

She scooted back towards the headboard, keeping her legs apart to give
me a nice view of her wet snatch. I stripped off my clothes in seconds
and literally leapt onto the bed after her. Hearkening back to that
scene in the movie ‘Romancing the Stone’ I dove head-first between her
legs. Her pussy hair was as red on the hair of her head and wet with
her juices.

She half-moaned, half-squealed when my tongue touched her lips. I’ve
tasted dozens of women over the years but none tasted any finer than
Lisa. Her lips parted easily and her moans got louder as I licked and
sucked on her clit and lips. A minute later she had her first orgasm,
squirting her juices over my face and onto the Cooke’s sheets.

Had this been another time and place I would have taken my time with
Lisa and made love to every inch of her body. But we wanted to fuck! I
moved up between her legs, stopping only briefly to suck on her
perfectly round nipples, before we kissed and she licked her juices
off my face.

Her tongue entered my mouth at the same time my cock pressed into her
pussy. Between her juices and the pre-cum on my cock I entered her
easily. “Fuck yes,” Lisa said, and her legs automatically closed and
wrapped around me. I felt her pussy clench onto my cock and she felt
my throbbing as I thrust in and out. In no time I could sense her
about to cum again. She wasn’t the only one. Her body tensed up. She
squeezed me tight and let out a quiet scream as her second orgasm
rippled through her body.

When she came, I came. And let me tell you I can’t remember the last
time it was so intense. I rolled us over so Lisa was on top of me, and
managed to stay deep inside her. I slapped her on the ass as we kissed
again, and Lisa bit me gently on the lip.

“Ow,” I whined in mock pain. I wanted to keep my cock buried in her as
long as possible, but Lisa had other thoughts. I wanted to protest
when she pulled herself off my still-firm cock, but I needn’t have
bothered.

“Time to clean up,” she said, and leaned down and took half my cock
into her mouth. Even though I had just blown my load Lisa’s tongue was
doing a nice job keeping me hard while cleaning me off. I don’t really
care for the taste of my own cum, but turnabout is fair play so I
grabbed Lisa’s leg and pulled her onto my mouth for a little licking
and cleaning of my own.

Unfortunately the buzzing from Lisa’s phone interrupted us less than a
minute later. “Damn,” she muttered. “That’s my 20 minute warning for
my other appointment.”

As we got dressed I realized there was one thing we forgot about
cleaning. “What are we going to do about the bed. The sheets?”

“Leave ’em,” she said. “But we should make the bed just in case.” We
quickly put the bed back together, wet sheets and all.

We went downstairs but before she could grab the doorknob I pushed
Lisa against the door and we kissed passionately one last time. She
reached into her briefcase, grabbed one of her business cards and
wrote an address on the back.

“I have another open house next weekend. Come late. I’ll give you a
private tour.”