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Tammy was a work mate. We sold real estate, mainly condominium projects. and we often attended seminars together. I hadn't really paid much attention to Tammy, although she was a beautiful lady in her late thirties.
A few months back, our boss decided to send us to Austin, Texas, to open up a new condominium project. I didn’t relish the assignment because I’d be gone from home for several days each week. Fortunately, I had a very understanding wife who knew my absence was a part of the job.
I settled into the office at the condo project and Tammy had a cubicle just outside my office. I got the office, because I had seniority over Tammy, by about a year.
The first thing was to order furniture for the model units. I left this to Tammy as I focused on the marketing materials.
The first day was hectic, co-ordinating things, and I was happy to settle into my own condo unit, just a building over from the main office. Courtesy of our company, I took up a temporary residence in a unit on the third floor and Tammy had a residence on the same level but across the courtyard from me.
Once the model unit furniture arrived, things began to pick up. I wandered into the model unit and surveyed the new set up. Tammy was all smiles.
We both looked forward to Friday evening because we knew that, on Saturday, we would head back to Kansas City, our home base, for a few days. I asked Tammy if she had plans for dinner but she didn’t have and so I invited her to join me for some Tex-Mex at a restaurant down the street.
Over a couple of Margaritas, we talked about the work project. I don’t know if it was the drinks or the fact that I was so keyed up and had finally found a moment to relax, but I took a closer look at Tammy. With a cute smile and an easy-going manner, she was very attractive. Why had I never noticed before?
Meal over, we slipped back into my Wrangler and I got a flash of Tammy's bare thigh and panties as her tight-fitting skirt slipped up unusually high. Tammy attempted to pull her skirt down, but her accidental panty-flash couldn't be undone. The ride back to our units was excruciating painful for me as I contained the excited little one in my pants.
"Manana," she said as she sauntered off, leaving me alone to deal with my frustration.
I got a beer from the refrigerator and settled in a chair on my patio. Across the courtyard, I could see into Tammy’s apartment. She had left the window shades open and I watched as she walked from her living room into her bedroom. I was astonished to see her remove her work outfit, silhouetted by the light in her apartment. She slipped out of her bra and into a nightie. She had a perfect Playboyesque figure.
I watched as she combed her hair and then turned out the light in the bedroom. She walked into the living room and then out of sight. Seconds later, she pulled the drapes to the window closed. As quickly as my show had begun, it ended.
The next day, I didn’t say anything to her about her accidental show. I did, however, pay a little more attention to what she was wearing. The day went by fast and soon we were on separate flights back to Kansas City. I was glad to be home but, at the same time, had a longing to be back in Austin.
After the extended weekend, I returned to Austin. Tammy had already been back for a day. We took turns showing the model unit. We sold a few but, mostly, we showed more than we sold.
One day, a really sharp looking guy asked to see a model unit. Although it was my turn to show, I asked Tammy if she would mind helping out.
“Sure,” Tammy replied. She seemed to be in an cheerful mood and escorted the gentleman out the door, chatting about the benefits of the condo project. About thirty minutes later, she returned to the office and settled back into her chair. She fanned herself and I noticed she seemed a bit flustered. I asked if she was okay and she indicated she was fine.
That evening, as I set on the veranda looking across the court yard, I wondered if I would get another show. I watched the windows, hoping. I was in luck.
Tammy stepped into her small unit and I watched as she walked into her bedroom. Again, she disrobed, silhouetted against the light of the bedroom. This time, instead of putting on her night attire, she wandered naked into her living room. She stood at the cut-through window to her kitchen, completely naked. I couldn't believe it. I had a perfect view of her, as the living room light was close to the window instead of back-lighting her. She sipped on a red wine while standing, talking on her cell phone, apparently oblivious to the show she was giving.
Tammy had a lean and sexy figure. It didn’t take much to get me aroused and I soon found myself fantasizing. I picked up my phone and stared at her number. Throwing caution to the wind, I texted her.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Chillaxing,” she replied. “What are you doing?”
“Sitting on the veranda,. Drinking a beer.”
“A beer sounds good."
“Come on over,” I texted back.
I could see her looking at her phone. After a few seconds, she texted back. “I’m in the tub,” she wrote. I watched as she walked across the room.
“I’ll keep the beer on ice,” I replied.
Tammy walked closer to the huge bay window of her condo that overlooked the courtyard. I watched as she typed a text message. It said, “Give me about ten and bring the beer to my place.”
“OK,” I texted back.
I watched Tammy go back to her bedroom. She slipped on a robe and tied it at the waist before brushing her hair. She then returned to her living room and continued to look at her phone. She was texting.
I took a six pack from the refrigerator and walked down the stairs, across the dimly lighted courtyard separating our buildings and up another flight of stairs to the third floor. I knocked on Tammy’s door and she smiled a welcome into her small, sparsely-decorated condo.
“I was bored,” I apologetically remarked.
“I was too,” Tammy said, settling down on the couch as I took a seat across from her. It was a large cushioned chair. “I can only watch so much television.”
I opened a beer and handed it to Tammy. She sipped and smiled. Her satiny robe barely covered her long legs and her nipples pressed against the fabric.
I gazed around the small condo. “It’s not much,” Tammy remarked, noticing that I was looking around. “I just haven’t had the time to decorate.”
“Neither have I.”
“So where is your unit?”
“I’m in 703,” I replied.
“Is it the same floor plan as this one?”
“Almost,” I replied., “It’s laid out a bit different.”
I didn’t want to disclose my perversion to watching her walk around naked, but at the same time, I was mesmerized by Tammy’s easy-going manner.
“I could use an interior decorator,” I remarked.
“I can help you with that,” Tammy replied, “I think I did okay with the model, no?”
If Tammy was looking for approval of her decorating skills, I couldn’t argue against them. She was a perfectionist and she had a unique sense of style. I confirmed as much and told her that I wanted my condo to be a reflection of the model unit. She laughed.
“Did you not see the bill?” Tammy asked. I had not seen the bill.
“Well,” she added, “we may have to decorate a bit on the modest side.”
One beer turned into two and then three, as we chatted about work. I looked at the clock on the wall and it was close to eleven. “We have a busy day tomorrow,” I remarked.
Tammy looked at the clock. “What if we call in stupid?” Tammy asked.
I laughed. One of us had to cover the office.
“No one will know,” Tammy remarked.
I looked at the empty beer bottles on the table. “We’re out of beer,” I said.
“I have wine,” Tammy replied. She hopped up from the couch and sauntered over to her pass-through window between the living room and the kitchen. Her short robe barely covered the creases of her small butt. She grabbed a bottle of wine, turned and faced me.
“Think you can handle it?” she asked, holding the bottle of wine in her hand. I had to smile.
“I can handle it,” I replied.
Tammy sat a wine glass on the coffee table between us and bent over to pour. Her robe parted enough for me to catch a great view of her firm and luscious-looking boobs. She handed me the glass and I watched as she poured her own. Standing up, her wine glass in one hand and the bottle in the other, she asked, “To what should we toast?”
A thousand things ran through my mind.
“Nakedness, debauchery and a good fuck... ”
“Tits, ass and everything in between... ”
“Waking up together in the same bed... ”
But I settled on, “To selling out this damn condo project.”
Our glasses clinked. The wine was horrible.
“Damn that is good stuff,” I said. Tammy sat back on the couch and put her feet on the coffee table. I did my best to not stare straight at her bald coochie, which at this point, was pretty much totally exposed.
“How long do you think it will take?” Tammy asked.
“As long as you want it to,” I responded. Tammy shook her head back and forth. While she had a huge question mark look, my mind was racing ten-thousand miles an hour. It was showtime. I shifted in my seat and downed the rest of my wine. Tammy repeated her question.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized, pouring myself more wine. “My mind got side-tracked.”
Tammy stretched her legs on the coffee table, her robe inching up high enough that I could very easily see her bald pussy.
“Side-tracked,” Tammy repeated, taking a sip from her wine goblet. “What could possibly have side-tracked your mind?”
I stood up and walked to the sliding glass patio doors. It was a warm summer night. I slid open the door and stepped out. I looked across the small courtyard at my living area. Tammy came out and stood next to me. Her robe was untied.
“You know,” I said, peering across the courtyard, “from over there, I can stand and see right into your apartment?”
Tammy put her arm around my waist, getting close.
“And you know what?” she said, almost in a whisper, “I can see you looking at me.”
For a brief second, I was embarrassed. Tammy’s hand slipped down on to my ass and she gave me a squeeze of approval. I turned and looked at her. With her long blonde hair falling across her shoulders and the open robe, her body was calling to be touched. I pulled her in closer, bending down to plant a light kiss on her cheek. She let out a deep sigh. I could tell she was nervous.
I didn’t say a word. I didn’t want to screw things up.
We kissed. Oh…my…fucking…Gawd. I couldn’t contain myself and neither could Tammy. She took my hand and led me towards her bedroom.
I sat on her bed as she slipped out of her robe. She stood naked at the foot of the bed. Her nipples stood straight out, perched on top of her beautiful 36D cup breasts, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. She looked like a Playboy model.
I stripped out of my shirt and she crawled up next to me as I fumbled with my belt. She moved my hands away and took over, unzipping my pants and then pulling them and my underwear down my legs. My cock was rock hard. She slipped her neatly-manicured fingers around the shaft and placed her lips on the tip end.
Tammy proceeded to slip it into her open mouth, while looking up at me for some type of approval. I pulled her hair to the side, as she stuffed my cock into her mouth, her saliva coating me.
I was not going to be able to hold back if she continued. I pulled her off my cock and she settled on top of me, straddling me lower abdomen. She leaned forward and we kissed. I worked my cock in towards her soaking wet pussy and rubbed the head of it against her clit. Tammy softly moaned and I pushed the head of my cock into her pussy. Gradually I slid my entire length into her as she sat on me, her hands pressing down on my chest.
She bit on her lower lip and smiled, gently rotating and rocking her hips. She tossed her head back and exhaled. Her breathing became shorter and more rushed. Her arms straightened and she trembled. I gently cupped her breasts in my hands, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs. She lifted her butt slightly and then pushed back down on me. Her rocking motion became stronger and faster as my cock slid back and forth inside of her. I could feel the walls of her vagina clamping down on my cock. Tammy lowered her head and her entire body shook.
“Oh my gawd,” she exclaimed, “I’m cuming!”
Suddenly, there was no holding back for either of us. I gripped her thighs and she dug her finger nails into my chest and tossed her head back. Then her juices flowed from her like a river and I shot my load deep inside of her.
“Oh-my-gawd, oh-mygawd, oh-my-gawd,!” Tammy yelled, her body stiffening and shaking before she collapsed on to my chest, her finger nails digging into my shoulders.
I lightly stroked her back, as we lay there, our bodies mashing against each other. I listened as her breathing slowed and she hummed. I pulled the sheets over us and lightly kissed her cheek. After a few minutes, she slipped off to my side, hugging me, her head resting in the crook of my shoulder and neck. After a few more minutes, her breathing turned into a deep snore. She was asleep.
The sunlight beaming through the window woke me up. Tammy was still curled next to me, her head resting on my shoulder, one leg thrown over mine. My cock was rock hard and her hand was resting on it. I moved, only slightly and instantly, Tammy squeezed my cock.
“Stay here,” Tammy whispered. I sure wasn’t about to go anywhere...
A few months back, our boss decided to send us to Austin, Texas, to open up a new condominium project. I didn’t relish the assignment because I’d be gone from home for several days each week. Fortunately, I had a very understanding wife who knew my absence was a part of the job.
I settled into the office at the condo project and Tammy had a cubicle just outside my office. I got the office, because I had seniority over Tammy, by about a year.
The first thing was to order furniture for the model units. I left this to Tammy as I focused on the marketing materials.
The first day was hectic, co-ordinating things, and I was happy to settle into my own condo unit, just a building over from the main office. Courtesy of our company, I took up a temporary residence in a unit on the third floor and Tammy had a residence on the same level but across the courtyard from me.
Once the model unit furniture arrived, things began to pick up. I wandered into the model unit and surveyed the new set up. Tammy was all smiles.
We both looked forward to Friday evening because we knew that, on Saturday, we would head back to Kansas City, our home base, for a few days. I asked Tammy if she had plans for dinner but she didn’t have and so I invited her to join me for some Tex-Mex at a restaurant down the street.
Over a couple of Margaritas, we talked about the work project. I don’t know if it was the drinks or the fact that I was so keyed up and had finally found a moment to relax, but I took a closer look at Tammy. With a cute smile and an easy-going manner, she was very attractive. Why had I never noticed before?
Meal over, we slipped back into my Wrangler and I got a flash of Tammy's bare thigh and panties as her tight-fitting skirt slipped up unusually high. Tammy attempted to pull her skirt down, but her accidental panty-flash couldn't be undone. The ride back to our units was excruciating painful for me as I contained the excited little one in my pants.
"Manana," she said as she sauntered off, leaving me alone to deal with my frustration.
I got a beer from the refrigerator and settled in a chair on my patio. Across the courtyard, I could see into Tammy’s apartment. She had left the window shades open and I watched as she walked from her living room into her bedroom. I was astonished to see her remove her work outfit, silhouetted by the light in her apartment. She slipped out of her bra and into a nightie. She had a perfect Playboyesque figure.
I watched as she combed her hair and then turned out the light in the bedroom. She walked into the living room and then out of sight. Seconds later, she pulled the drapes to the window closed. As quickly as my show had begun, it ended.
The next day, I didn’t say anything to her about her accidental show. I did, however, pay a little more attention to what she was wearing. The day went by fast and soon we were on separate flights back to Kansas City. I was glad to be home but, at the same time, had a longing to be back in Austin.
After the extended weekend, I returned to Austin. Tammy had already been back for a day. We took turns showing the model unit. We sold a few but, mostly, we showed more than we sold.
One day, a really sharp looking guy asked to see a model unit. Although it was my turn to show, I asked Tammy if she would mind helping out.
“Sure,” Tammy replied. She seemed to be in an cheerful mood and escorted the gentleman out the door, chatting about the benefits of the condo project. About thirty minutes later, she returned to the office and settled back into her chair. She fanned herself and I noticed she seemed a bit flustered. I asked if she was okay and she indicated she was fine.
That evening, as I set on the veranda looking across the court yard, I wondered if I would get another show. I watched the windows, hoping. I was in luck.
Tammy stepped into her small unit and I watched as she walked into her bedroom. Again, she disrobed, silhouetted against the light of the bedroom. This time, instead of putting on her night attire, she wandered naked into her living room. She stood at the cut-through window to her kitchen, completely naked. I couldn't believe it. I had a perfect view of her, as the living room light was close to the window instead of back-lighting her. She sipped on a red wine while standing, talking on her cell phone, apparently oblivious to the show she was giving.
Tammy had a lean and sexy figure. It didn’t take much to get me aroused and I soon found myself fantasizing. I picked up my phone and stared at her number. Throwing caution to the wind, I texted her.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Chillaxing,” she replied. “What are you doing?”
“Sitting on the veranda,. Drinking a beer.”
“A beer sounds good."
“Come on over,” I texted back.
I could see her looking at her phone. After a few seconds, she texted back. “I’m in the tub,” she wrote. I watched as she walked across the room.
“I’ll keep the beer on ice,” I replied.
Tammy walked closer to the huge bay window of her condo that overlooked the courtyard. I watched as she typed a text message. It said, “Give me about ten and bring the beer to my place.”
“OK,” I texted back.
I watched Tammy go back to her bedroom. She slipped on a robe and tied it at the waist before brushing her hair. She then returned to her living room and continued to look at her phone. She was texting.
I took a six pack from the refrigerator and walked down the stairs, across the dimly lighted courtyard separating our buildings and up another flight of stairs to the third floor. I knocked on Tammy’s door and she smiled a welcome into her small, sparsely-decorated condo.
“I was bored,” I apologetically remarked.
“I was too,” Tammy said, settling down on the couch as I took a seat across from her. It was a large cushioned chair. “I can only watch so much television.”
I opened a beer and handed it to Tammy. She sipped and smiled. Her satiny robe barely covered her long legs and her nipples pressed against the fabric.
I gazed around the small condo. “It’s not much,” Tammy remarked, noticing that I was looking around. “I just haven’t had the time to decorate.”
“Neither have I.”
“So where is your unit?”
“I’m in 703,” I replied.
“Is it the same floor plan as this one?”
“Almost,” I replied., “It’s laid out a bit different.”
I didn’t want to disclose my perversion to watching her walk around naked, but at the same time, I was mesmerized by Tammy’s easy-going manner.
“I could use an interior decorator,” I remarked.
“I can help you with that,” Tammy replied, “I think I did okay with the model, no?”
If Tammy was looking for approval of her decorating skills, I couldn’t argue against them. She was a perfectionist and she had a unique sense of style. I confirmed as much and told her that I wanted my condo to be a reflection of the model unit. She laughed.
“Did you not see the bill?” Tammy asked. I had not seen the bill.
“Well,” she added, “we may have to decorate a bit on the modest side.”
One beer turned into two and then three, as we chatted about work. I looked at the clock on the wall and it was close to eleven. “We have a busy day tomorrow,” I remarked.
Tammy looked at the clock. “What if we call in stupid?” Tammy asked.
I laughed. One of us had to cover the office.
“No one will know,” Tammy remarked.
I looked at the empty beer bottles on the table. “We’re out of beer,” I said.
“I have wine,” Tammy replied. She hopped up from the couch and sauntered over to her pass-through window between the living room and the kitchen. Her short robe barely covered the creases of her small butt. She grabbed a bottle of wine, turned and faced me.
“Think you can handle it?” she asked, holding the bottle of wine in her hand. I had to smile.
“I can handle it,” I replied.
Tammy sat a wine glass on the coffee table between us and bent over to pour. Her robe parted enough for me to catch a great view of her firm and luscious-looking boobs. She handed me the glass and I watched as she poured her own. Standing up, her wine glass in one hand and the bottle in the other, she asked, “To what should we toast?”
A thousand things ran through my mind.
“Nakedness, debauchery and a good fuck... ”
“Tits, ass and everything in between... ”
“Waking up together in the same bed... ”
But I settled on, “To selling out this damn condo project.”
Our glasses clinked. The wine was horrible.
“Damn that is good stuff,” I said. Tammy sat back on the couch and put her feet on the coffee table. I did my best to not stare straight at her bald coochie, which at this point, was pretty much totally exposed.
“How long do you think it will take?” Tammy asked.
“As long as you want it to,” I responded. Tammy shook her head back and forth. While she had a huge question mark look, my mind was racing ten-thousand miles an hour. It was showtime. I shifted in my seat and downed the rest of my wine. Tammy repeated her question.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized, pouring myself more wine. “My mind got side-tracked.”
Tammy stretched her legs on the coffee table, her robe inching up high enough that I could very easily see her bald pussy.
“Side-tracked,” Tammy repeated, taking a sip from her wine goblet. “What could possibly have side-tracked your mind?”
I stood up and walked to the sliding glass patio doors. It was a warm summer night. I slid open the door and stepped out. I looked across the small courtyard at my living area. Tammy came out and stood next to me. Her robe was untied.
“You know,” I said, peering across the courtyard, “from over there, I can stand and see right into your apartment?”
Tammy put her arm around my waist, getting close.
“And you know what?” she said, almost in a whisper, “I can see you looking at me.”
For a brief second, I was embarrassed. Tammy’s hand slipped down on to my ass and she gave me a squeeze of approval. I turned and looked at her. With her long blonde hair falling across her shoulders and the open robe, her body was calling to be touched. I pulled her in closer, bending down to plant a light kiss on her cheek. She let out a deep sigh. I could tell she was nervous.
I didn’t say a word. I didn’t want to screw things up.
We kissed. Oh…my…fucking…Gawd. I couldn’t contain myself and neither could Tammy. She took my hand and led me towards her bedroom.
I sat on her bed as she slipped out of her robe. She stood naked at the foot of the bed. Her nipples stood straight out, perched on top of her beautiful 36D cup breasts, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. She looked like a Playboy model.
I stripped out of my shirt and she crawled up next to me as I fumbled with my belt. She moved my hands away and took over, unzipping my pants and then pulling them and my underwear down my legs. My cock was rock hard. She slipped her neatly-manicured fingers around the shaft and placed her lips on the tip end.
Tammy proceeded to slip it into her open mouth, while looking up at me for some type of approval. I pulled her hair to the side, as she stuffed my cock into her mouth, her saliva coating me.
I was not going to be able to hold back if she continued. I pulled her off my cock and she settled on top of me, straddling me lower abdomen. She leaned forward and we kissed. I worked my cock in towards her soaking wet pussy and rubbed the head of it against her clit. Tammy softly moaned and I pushed the head of my cock into her pussy. Gradually I slid my entire length into her as she sat on me, her hands pressing down on my chest.
She bit on her lower lip and smiled, gently rotating and rocking her hips. She tossed her head back and exhaled. Her breathing became shorter and more rushed. Her arms straightened and she trembled. I gently cupped her breasts in my hands, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs. She lifted her butt slightly and then pushed back down on me. Her rocking motion became stronger and faster as my cock slid back and forth inside of her. I could feel the walls of her vagina clamping down on my cock. Tammy lowered her head and her entire body shook.
“Oh my gawd,” she exclaimed, “I’m cuming!”
Suddenly, there was no holding back for either of us. I gripped her thighs and she dug her finger nails into my chest and tossed her head back. Then her juices flowed from her like a river and I shot my load deep inside of her.
“Oh-my-gawd, oh-mygawd, oh-my-gawd,!” Tammy yelled, her body stiffening and shaking before she collapsed on to my chest, her finger nails digging into my shoulders.
I lightly stroked her back, as we lay there, our bodies mashing against each other. I listened as her breathing slowed and she hummed. I pulled the sheets over us and lightly kissed her cheek. After a few minutes, she slipped off to my side, hugging me, her head resting in the crook of my shoulder and neck. After a few more minutes, her breathing turned into a deep snore. She was asleep.
The sunlight beaming through the window woke me up. Tammy was still curled next to me, her head resting on my shoulder, one leg thrown over mine. My cock was rock hard and her hand was resting on it. I moved, only slightly and instantly, Tammy squeezed my cock.
“Stay here,” Tammy whispered. I sure wasn’t about to go anywhere...
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