Model Home

This is going to be fun, I thought. I can't wait! 

"Welcome to The Hills at Pleasant Point," the pretty Asian sales rep
said interrupting my private conversation. "Have you two been here
before"? 

"No," I replied, staring at dozens of toy house models under a large
glass table. Red "Sold Out" magnets covered only thirty percent of the
mini-homes, which was typical for a new housing development in this
economy. 

"What's the square footage of your largest home?" my lady friend
Kimberly asked. 

"The Stonecrest Plan is a 3,680-square-foot, a four bedroom, is our
largest home." The rep pointed to a corner table. A slightly older
blonde woman stood next to the table with a wide customer service
smile. "We have brochures with floor plans and all the information you
might need," she said as she handed us two brochures. 

"Thank you," I said, "we are anxious to visit one of your units, we've
seen this development from the highway before and it looked nice to us,
we'd like to do the walking tour".  I tapped Kimberly's elbow, turned,
and pushed open the door that led to the three model homes. 

The blonde woman held the door for us. "Oh, just a reminder, we'll be
closing in fifteen minutes." 

"Okay," Kimberly said, slipping her soft hand into mine. "We'll be back
soon." 

Kimberly pulled me away. Outside, we double-timed past the first two
model homes. The hem of Kimberly's sky blue summer dress bounced
against her curvy backside and her smooth as buttermilk legs. 

"Slow down, Kimberly," I said laughing. "What about the other models?" 

She didn't turn. "We don't have much time. We need to hurry." 

I smiled. "I'm walking as fast as I can." 

While run-walking, I stared at the attractive Craftsman-style home.
Very nice, I thought to myself. 

We stepped up to the entryway. "Nice, huh?" Kimberly said, now standing
near the entrance looking sexy. 

"Oh yes, I can't wait to see the inside." 

She opened the door. To my surprise, classic jazz welcomed us. We
stepped inside and admired the dark hardwood flooring. The central air
cooled us from the humid ninety-degree Atlanta summer heat. 

Kimberly's eyes grew wide as plates and grabbed my hand. "Come on, babe
upstairs." 

I didn't say a word; I just did what she told me. 

She skipped up the hardwood steps, giggling like a kid on her way to
Magic Mountain, with me close behind her. I gazed at the craftsman
style chandelier hanging from the high ceiling, bobbed my head to the
jazzy percussion and drum bass that reverberated through the house. 

We reached the top of the stairs. With my wrist still locked in her
tight grip. Kimberly guided me toward the loft. She didn't peep into
the bedrooms, bathrooms or any other room. She already knew her
destination. 

In the loft area stood a large bookcase, a recliner and two leather
ottomans, the perfect chill spot. Kimberly placed the brochures on the
recliner, stepped between the ottomans and placed her hands on the wood
rail that overlooked the living room. 

"All right," she said looking at her watch. "We have thirteen minutes."
Thirteen minutes, I can work with that. I thought. I didn't waste
time. Once I flipped up Kimberly's dress, slid my hands under her white
lace thong and rubbed her creamy smooth ass, we commenced the real
reason why we came to the house. 

I pulled her thong down her legs and onto the floor. I admired her thick
pussy lips glistening with her moisture like the morning dew. Her flesh
warmed my hands, as if anticipation singed her flesh. I unzipped my
khaki shorts. Down to my ankles they went. 

"Damn," I said, tingles tickling my face. "We didn't even check to see
if anybody is in here." 

"No time," Kimberly replied. No fear, no hesitation in her voice. Her
on-the-edge-of-danger nerve turned me on. "We'll take our chances." 

The loft became the perfect lookout spot. I could see most of the living
room and outside through a large window next to the front door. I
surveyed our vicinity one last time before I lowered my hips and
positioned myself behind her sweet ass. Heart thumps pounding me from
within. 

"Hurry up, baby give me that big cock of yours," Kimberly whispered,
pushing her firm butt against my hard pipe. 

I grinned. "Is this what you want?" 

The surround sound of jazz added a seductive melody to our risky
business, setting the stage for a perfect "erotic dance." I spanked my
dark cock against Kimberly's ass hard just like she liked. Then I
maneuvered, and slid my cock inside her. The walls of her tight; juicy;
hungry; naughty pussy. Oh shit, so fucking wet! 

With me swallowed up, her heat dented my watchdog composure. It made by
head dizzy, eyelids slump and mouth drop into a crooked grin. I wasn't
inside a beautiful house anymore. I was deep inside Kimberly, the only
place I wanted to be. 

We grooved together, releasing sweet purrs like the sounds of the jazz
player's trumpet. I buried my forehead in the nape of her neck, her
thick wavy hair rubbing against my nose and lips. Moving strands of
hair, I lapped my tongue along the lines between her shoulders, tasting
her sweet essence. 

"Fuck!" she cried. "You feel so good! I can't believe we're doing this."

My eyelids shot open. Kimberly forced me to concentrate on our illicit
sexcapade. 

I twitched when I saw the chandelier, but maintained my firm stroke into
her moist fleshy folds. I could tell Kimberly's eyes were still closed,
obviously relying on me as lookout. 

I checked the window next to the front door. Didn't see anyone outside
and couldn't hear anything but Kimberly's moans and jazz music. I knew
that could change any second. 

My heart kicked into fourth gear. I started pumping faster. Kimberly's
moans grew louder, my grunts deeper. She spread her legs into a wide
upside-down "V" and nudged her ass further against my steady grind. She
felt so damn good! Fuck! My panicky thrill had collided with the
explosive sensation of my cock skinny-dipping inside her tight pussy.
It spread my haywire hormones into an internal wildfire. 

"Yes, give me that dick! Fuck my cunt, Fuck it harder, harder, fuck it,
baby!" Kimberly groaned out, lost in the rapture of our shared
gyrations. I loved it. 

Sweat rained down my forehead into my eyes. I gritted my teeth, then dug
my nails into Kimberly's wet ass cheeks. She snapped her head back
against my shoulder, expelling a sharp cry. I snaked my hand under her
dress, cupped her large tit, and then pinched her throbbing nipple.
While circling deep inside her, I slowed my pace. Then pounded her
pussy with hard stokes again. Her cries pierced the soft whine of a sax
solo. 

Tingles raked through my back, my legs and even my toes. I yanked my arm
from under her dress, and then wrapped my fingers around the rail next
to her hand, my hard flesh so deep inside her quivering pussy. 

"Fuck!" I moaned. 

Again, I forgot where I was. Or, maybe I didn't care where I was. I
began reaching my peak. A primal urge mushroomed in me. I couldn't
restrain myself from yanking Kimberly's hair and pulverizing her juicy
tunnel repeatedly. Our mutual cries bounded off the walls over the
under-layer of jazz. 

Then I heard voices outside. 

I thought my heart would implode. 

We froze, and then gasped. 

I looked toward the window. Before I said a word, Kimberly whispered,
"It's the sales reps". 

I swear the thunder rumbling inside me could've burst my rib cage. Both
reps were walking toward the house but had stopped in front of the
window to review a stack of papers the blonde woman held. All they had
to do was turn to the glass, look up, and catch the last stages of our
public porno. 

Heat rushed across my face. I swallowed hard and commenced stroking
Kimberly's pussy even harder. We could see them, but they hadn't seen
us...yet. 

Kimberly pushed back onto me. "I'm right there, God don't you dare
stop!" Her body jerked, and then her pussy tightened around my cock
almost sucking me back in. "Please! Fuck this pussy baby, I'm ‘bout
to... cum!" 

She reached behind me and gripped my ass pushing me deeper into her
gyrating cunt... gasping... cursing... moaning. I looked out the
window. Fuck! The reps started walking toward the door! I lost sight of
them, but I didn't stop. Kimberly's tremendous explosions had seized
control of her body. I cupped my hand over her mouth to muffle her
cries as spasms ripped through her. Her teeth bit my finger. I endured
the pain. 

My stomach tightened, arms twitched, eyes shut. My head dropped between
her shoulder blades, teeth clamping strands of Kimberly's strawberry
scented hair. Heart booming... hips slipping and sliding... our faces
pouring sweat. So fuckin' intense. 

My legs went limp. I lost balance momentarily, pushing my knees against
the back of Kimberly's legs. The voices outside grew louder; I thought
I heard footsteps. Couldn't stop, though. I was almost there. I gripped
Kimberly's waist, then I exploded with the force of a volcano. 

A long-winded percussion of horns serenaded our primal finale. Voices
were just outside; I could almost understand their conversation. For a
moment, I didn't give a shit. Kimberly and I were riding earthquake
tremors, but a tap on the door shook us. I opened my eyes, swiping away
strands of Kimberly's hair that had stuck to my wet forehead. 

The front door opened but it shielded them from us. Frantic, Kimberly
shoved me backward, slamming me against the bookcase. She stumbled,
regained balance, and then bent to pick up her panties. My cock dripped
gobs of cum on the bottom of Kimberly's dress and thigh as I struggled
to pull my shorts up. 

I saw the pretty Asian sales rep emerge from behind the door, so I
ducked, smacking my face against Kimberly's ass cheek. She slapped my
arm, giggling. 

"Hello?" one of the women said. I think she heard the ruckus. "It's five
minutes to six. We're about to close." 

We bent down low and back far enough where the reps couldn't see us.
Then I heard footsteps at the bottom of the stairs. Kimberly rolled
over onto her back while yanking up her panties. There was so much
exhilaration in her pretty brown eyes. I stood, finally yanking up my
boxer briefs and shorts, and then pulling Kimberly to her feet... just
in time. 

I heard the rep at the top of the stairs, "Excuse me," she said. "We
have to close up." 

"Oh... uh... okay," I said, zipping up my shorts, my back turned to her.
Breathe, breathe! "Give us a se-second. We tripped on the
ottoman." 

I didn't turn around. Kimberly stood in front of me, trying to tidy up
as much as she could. She finger-combed strands of out-of-whack hair
that had covered her eyes, stuck to her forehead, and the sides of her
sexy face. Damn, we couldn't stop giggling. Just like teenagers. 

I realized how much I wanted to make the best of our time together since
Kimberly would only be in town for a week. 

The Asian sales rep walked up to us. "Is everything okay?" she asked
with concern in her voice. 

I grabbed Kimberly's hand and scrambled past the pretty rep. 

"Yes. We're fine." 

Kimberly banged her knee against an ottoman, and then stumbled into the
recliner. I caught her before her face collided with the cushion. She
exploded in laughter. 

When we reached the stairs, I turned, saw the sales rep lift her head,
and noticed the puzzled look. I guess she was trying to figure out
those sticky wet spots on the carpet. Before she could say a word, we
raced down the stairs. 

The other rep was walking out of the living room when she saw us.
"Hello," she said, "how did you like this model?" 

I opened the door. "Love it. We marked our territory here. Can't wait to
come back!" 

A puzzled look came across the blonde woman's face, but she still
maintained that customer service smile. Kimberly covered her mouth to
keep from exploding. 

"That's...um... nice," the woman said. "Hope you come again soon." 

"Oh we will. I'm sure he will make me come again, real soon," Kimberly
replied with a devilish grin on her face. She grabbed my arm and gave
me that same devilish look. 

We darted to freedom, the hot sun almost sitting on us. The Atlanta heat
outside couldn't compare to the inferno we'd created inside, though. 

Kimberly hotfooted a few feet in front of me. I looked down and noted a
wet spot glistening on her left calf. I didn't say anything about it,
just smiled. It was a naughty little memento for my eyes-only. 

We got in the car and then got the hell out of there. A few blocks later
I pulled over and parked. 

I leaned the car seat back, my fingers tapping the steering wheel. We
sat quietly, paging through our naughty thoughts, small grins on each
of our faces. 

Kimberly grabbed a newspaper from the backseat. She flipped through
several pages before she said, "Hey, that movie is still in theaters.
The one with the really bad reviews." 

I grinned. "Yeah? What times?" 

"The last showing is ten-fifteen tonight." 

A minute or two passed. I turned to Kimberly, saw the corners of her
red-glazed lips creep up. 

"So," I said, "I hear that movie is really, really bad." 

She chucked. "Yup. Only made a few million its first weekend." 

Kimberly stroked my knee as she threw the paper in the backseat. She had
a naughty glint in her eyes; the same look she had given me moments
after I suggested we go to The Hills at Pleasant Point for a little
fun. 

"So that means the movie's so bad there won't be anyone in the theater,
right?" 

She nodded. "That's right." Her hand crept up and squeezed my hardening
cock. "We will be all alone in the theater." I watched her right hand
disappear under her dress and her eyes close. "So, maybe after I feed
you something...we will go to the movies tonight?" she said in a soft
sexy tone. 

"Dinner and a movie, huh. Sounds like a plan," I said knowing we damn
sure won't be seeing any movie tonight.

• Wife paid my debt
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