Names have been changed but this is the closest to my recollection I can write
In the heart of the City, I was once a junior sales agent at a luxurious real estate firm in my mid-20s. Our company was a revolving door of fresh faces, eager newcomers continually flowing into the Sales and Property Management departments. It wasn't unusual for the Property Management team to toss us leads for properties that owners were eager to sell. One Friday afternoon, I found myself handed the keys to a city-overlooking apartment, ready to survey its potential.
Most Friday afternoons, the office would migrate to the local pub for a long, lazy lunch. Wine and beer flowed, loosening tongues and shoulders before we returned to prepare for the weekend's home opens. On this particular day, the tenants had just vacated the apartment, and a woman from Property Management—let's call her PM—joined me to inspect its condition. She was a bit older, with striking blonde hair, captivating eyes, and a power suit that accentuated her curves. Her perfume was a symphony of sweet and sultry notes that lingered in the air.
As we drove up the terrace, the wine from lunch buzzed softly in our veins. The flirtatious banter began light and playful, like a feather dancing on a breeze. Her suit commanded attention, and I couldn't help but comment, "The suits on the terrace are checking you out." She laughed, squeezing her breasts together and shaking them as we passed through an intersection. "Get an eyeful, rich boys!" she called out the window, her hand landing on my thigh with a playful slap, dangerously close to my cock. I jumped slightly, and she noticed, laughing more as she brushed her hand gently against me. "Sorry...better?" she asked, her voice a sultry purr.
PM had joined the team about six months prior, a stunning tall, mid-30s woman with a contagious laugh and a dirty sense of humor that was rare in our world. We pulled into the underground parking lot, losing our way to the elevator and ending up in the fire escape. As we climbed the stairs, her ass was tantalizingly close to my face, her perfume intoxicating. My cock began to firm up, and I tried to focus on anything else. "Hey… walk faster...get your ass out of my face," I joked, and she stopped, pushing her ass back and knocking me off balance before laughing and running up the stairs.
At the apartment door, she fumbled with the keys, laughing so hard she nearly pissed herself. Inside, the apartment was a dream—a fully furnished three-bedroom with a sweeping balcony overlooking the CBD and river. We could see down onto the short-stay apartments by the riverside, and PM leaned in, her voice a husky whisper, "Imagine all the people you see fucking from your balcony?" I replied, "Imagine what they see as well...this is a voyeur's paradise."
My cock was hard, and in my grey suit pants, it was impossible to hide. I busied myself with the apartment, finding a few bottles of wine left by the tenants. I popped the cork, and PM turned, laughing, "Fuck yes...pour me a glass!" We sat on the balcony, the city sprawling beneath us, the wine buzzing in our heads. A thousand scenarios played out in my mind, each one dirtier than the last. I adjusted my cock, wanting her to notice, and she did, a small laugh escaping her lips.
We finished our glasses, and I suggested we get some work done before enjoying the rest of the bottle. I took photos on my phone while PM worked on her iPad. In the master ensuite, I backed up to get a wide shot and bumped into PM, her breasts pressing against me, sexual tension crackling like electricity. Her hand grabbed my cock through my pants, and she murmured, "Do you need to tuck this away again?"
Her cold hand slipped into my pants, her perfect nails grazing my hard cock. I could smell her perfume as I kissed her neck, her hand rubbing me expertly. I pulled back, lifting her top over her head, and she dropped to her knees, taking my cock in her mouth like a porn star. I reached down, unhooking her bra and releasing her perfect tits, my cock smacking against them as she sucked me deeper.
Trapped with my pants around my ankles, I pushed her back onto the bed, her heels flicking off as she unbuttoned her trousers. I ripped them off, revealing soaking wet lacy white panties. "Fuck, you're wet!" I groaned, rubbing her pussy through the fabric. "I was wet when I got into your car," she replied, her voice breathy.
I pulled her panties aside, revealing the most perfect pussy I'd ever seen. She tasted like heaven as I lapped up her wetness, sliding a finger into her. I grabbed a towel, placing it on the bed just in case—I had a feeling she was a squirter. With my palm up, I hooked two fingers into her G-spot, and within seconds, she squirted a pool into my palm, her body convulsing with pleasure.
We hadn't planned this, so no condoms, but I needed to feel her pussy around my cock. I flipped her over, her perfect ass and pussy on display. I licked my thumb, pressing it against her hole as I slid my cock into her pussy. The heartbeat in my cock was deafening, and I held still, regaining my composure as she ground against me, my thumb slipping deeper into her ass.
She came again, screaming into the bed, her ass tightening around my thumb. I began thrusting deep, her moans filling the room until I pulled out, coming all over her spread ass and pussy, dripping down onto the towel.
We cleaned up, wrapping the towel and taking it with us along with the bottle of wine. At the local hotel, we exchanged smirks all night, our secret burning between us like a flame.