With a Stranger

Lisa

The man she was showing the house to laughed, the sound rich and thick. She liked him and could do this. She tugged on her pearls, the clasp made to give way at the slightest tug. They pulled from her neck and dropped from her fingers and he took the few steps remaining between them and leaned down to kiss her.

She lifted up on her toes, pressing her lips to his as she swatted his hands away from his shirt, taking the task on herself. She worked quickly, his jacket pushed from his shoulders, his shirt soon to follow.

"God you smell good," he whispered against her mouth, reaching out and pulling her flush against him. He pressed his tongue into her mouth, Lisa taking time to softly suck at it as she worked his pants open, her fingers sliding in to stroke him once. He groaned as she released his tongue, moving from him and walking toward the bed.

"Come here." She undid her skirt and slipped out of it. Her black hose were held up by garters, her panties small and barely covering any