Ben & Angie: House Hunting
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He knocked on the door to what could be his future home. He had spoken to the realtor showing the house earlier in the week in hopes of getting a chance to see it before the open house scheduled for tomorrow. Thankfully, the realtor had no problem agreeing to his suggestion (probably because he faxed her some information that showed he could easily offer the kind of money the homeowners were looking for - and then some, if needed).

No one answered on the first knock. He became worried that he was too late until he heard some shuffling coming from inside. After a few seconds, a beautiful brunette with shoulder length hair opened the door and welcomed him inside.

He stepped in to a completely furnished and well-lit living room. It was spacious even with all the furniture and the large 55" TV on the wall. There was a staircase in front of the doorway that led upstairs. To the right was the living room; to the left was a kitchen that appeared to be brand new upon first glance.

"Sorry it took a second to get to the door, I was adjusting something in the bathroom," she said. "You're Benjamin, right?"

"Yes, great to meet you. It's Angela, right?' he responded.

"Call me Angie," she offered. "Can I call you Ben?"

"Of course," he replied. "This looks like a beautiful house."

The minute she opened the door, his interest in the house suddenly went down. Standing next to her, he stood only an inch taller. She wore business casual attire: a blue skirt, a white-button down shirt, a blue blazer and white pumps. It all fit snug to her trim figure. Her hazel eyes and light red lips completed the amazing package that stood before him.

"Are you ready for the tour?" she offered.

She looked him up and down while his attention was elsewhere. He stood nearly six feet tall with a trim figure. He had shaggy brown hair and blue eyes. When he smiled, she noticed a dimple on each side of his face.

"Where should we start?" he asked.

She led him into the kitchen and showed him the granite countertop, the white cabinets and the stainless steel appliances. He liked the space and how things were situated. He especially like the tile floor. There was a window directly in front of the kitchen sink that brought in ample amounts of sunlight.

"I think this would be a great place to cook," she said. "Plenty of space, plenty of light, enough room for two people without any bumping."

They moved into the living room. It seemed perfect for entertaining. He found that all the furniture came with the house, a great bit of relief for a bachelor who didn't exactly have time to go shopping for couches and chairs.

"Should we go upstairs?" Angela asked.

In his fantasies, they'd go upstairs and not come back down until tomorrow morning. In reality, he had to be professional, because she was just doing her job.

At the top of the stairs, he saw another bathroom to his left, a guest room, an office, and the master bedroom. He asked to see the master bedroom and Angela was more than happy to oblige.

Like the rest of the house, the bedroom had plenty of light. He sat down on the bed, a king, and enjoyed the softness of the mattress. He laid back and tried to picture himself waking up here. He closed his eyes and allowed the quiet of the moment to wash over him.

"Comfortable?" Angela asked.

"It's not too bad," he replied. "I could like this." He stood up from the bed and realized, standing next to her, how tall she appeared.

"You're quite tall," he mused.

She turned to face him. "It's actually the shoes," she said, as she lifted her right leg to show off her 5" heels. "See? It's all in the shoes."

"I don't know," he said, "I think you might be tall even without the shoes. We're like eye-to-eye."

To prove her point, Angela stepped out of her heels and stood on bare feet. She went from nearly eye-to-eye to eye-to-chin.

"Told you it was the shoes," she joked.

He countered by taking off his sneakers, as if to suggest he would lose several inches, as well.

"Damn, I guess it was the shoes," he said. "Maybe I need to invest in some platforms so I can be taller, too."

"Sure, if this were the 1970s," she countered. "Or, if you decide to have a sex change, then it would be appropriate. Otherwise, you might get some weird looks."

Angela went to slip her feet back into her heels, but Ben stopped her. In his mind he thought if he could get her out of her shoes, then maybe somehow he could get her out of the rest of her clothes. He wasn't a pervert, but she was gorgeous, and he hadn't been with a woman in a long time. He knew it was a longshot, but a Hail Mary does work every now and then.

"If you're going to be walking around showing me the house, backyard and basement and everything, you should probably be comfortable. And those shoes look uncomfortable," he advised. "I'll leave my shoes off, too."

While Angela thought it was a tad strange of a request, she went along with it. Mostly because those shoes were uncomfortable. She only wore them to appear taller and, thereby, more powerful. Tall people always seemed to do well in life.

They went back downstairs toward the kitchen. Ben opened the fridge, but found it empty.

"Shit, I was hoping the owners would have left some beer for us," he bemused. "I bet the cabinets are empty, too." Sure enough, they were.

"If you're hungry, there are some nice restaurants in the area," Angela noted. "That's another great selling point of this house: it's centrally located near the downtown."

"What about takeout, maybe a good pizza place that delivers?" Ben suggested.

Angela opened one of the drawers and pulled out some menus. "Take your pick," she advised. "These are all good."

Ben looked surprised. "Did you make those appear magically?" he wondered. "What other tricks do you have?"

He took the menus, looked them over, and handed them back to Angela. "You know the area, you pick," he stated.

Angela looked confused. "Oh, um, I don't think these places will deliver that far. You live across town, right, like 15 miles away," she recalled from an earlier phone conversation and seeing his address on the fax he sent her.

"I do live across town," he answered, taking a pizza menu from her hand," which is why I wouldn't have them deliver it there."

She still looked confused, so he continued, "I think it would make sense if they delivered it here, you know, where we both currently are."

Her strange expression made Ben question his previous statement. "Unless that's not allowed. I just figured we could have some lunch. I promise to be very clean."

"Honestly, I've never had lunch before," she said, then added, "I mean while showing a house, inside the house, with the person I'm showing it to."

"If it's unethical or something, then I get it," he said. "I don't know the proper etiquette."

Angela hesitated for a minute, clearly trying to decide if it was, in fact, unethical. She knew the homeowners would be gone all day and knew she didn't have another showing for a few hours. Plus, she hadn't eaten since breakfast, and that was five or six hours ago.

She kind of felt that Ben was flirting with her and couldn't decide if she was flattered or annoyed. She knew that her looks helped her land some clients, but also felt that she was a competent and capable realtor. If she rejected the lunch offer, would he bail on the house? If she said yes, would be definitely take it?

Her long pause was killing Ben who badly wanted her to say yes. He wanted desperately to spend more time with her.

"What kind of pizza do you like?" she asked, thereby consenting to his offer. "And don't say something healthy. Pizza isn't supposed to be healthy."

Ben offered to pay when the delivery man showed up. Angela didn't refute him.

They ate in relative silence for a bit. Ben, not having much in the way of game, didn't really have another move. Angela, not sure whether she agreed to this lunch date because she thought he was cute to or sell him the house, didn't offer much in the way of conversation, either.

At one point, Angela, sitting with one leg underneath her, reached back to massage her ankle.

"Everything OK?" Ben asked when he saw her face wince when she initially grabbed at her ankle.

"It's funny, but I think those stupid shoes are giving me ankle problems. Not only that, but my feet are killing me."

Ben saw an opening. He told her to "put them here" and pointed to his lap. Angela looked at him like he had six heads.

"You want me to put my shoes in your lap?" she asked, wondering if he was some sort of pervert.

Ben laughed. "You are too funny," he opined, which made Angela even more confused. "Why would I want your shoes?"

"Maybe you have a shoe fetish," she suggested.

"If anyone has a shoe fetish, it's the person who willingly wears shoes that cause her ankle and foot pain. My shoes cause me zero pain."

"Those are cute shoes," Angela countered. "Plus, they cost me a lot of money and were my first present to myself when I became a full-time realtor."

"How much could a pair of shoes cost?" Ben asked foolishly.

"Now you're the funny one," Angela shot back. "Your girlfriend must be one of those hippie chicks who wears Birkenstocks or flip-flops 365 days a year."

"Don't have one," Ben countered, "but your boyfriend must be quite laid-back to be cool with you blowing lots of money on uncomfortable shoes just so you can pretend to be tall."

"Don't have one, either," Angela replied, "at least not as of this week. Anyway, they were very comfortable at first. So there."

Angela stuck her tongue out playfully and Ben pretended to grab for it.

"Not as of this week. What does that mean?" Ben asked.

"I had a boyfriend, he became a douche when my career took off, and now I don't," Angela explained.

"I guess some men can't handle a woman who's successful," Ben opined. "His loss, though."

"Strangely, he was very supportive of me in the beginning. He pushed me to go after my realtor's license. Then, somewhere along the line, he changed, started complaining that I was never there for him, that I put work first."

"Maybe it was fake support," Ben offered. "Like, he never thought you'd make it this far, so when you eventually fell on your face he could say, ‘It's OK, I still believe in you.' Then again, he just might have been jealous of your success. Did he have anything going for him?"

Angela held up a piece of crust. "Honestly, he was hot," she said, before dropping the crust back down onto her plate. "I hate to say it like that, but he was tall and muscular with a great body. Truthfully though, our mutual friends basically pushed us together. By the end, we were only just fucking."

Ben nodded his head like he understood, though he could only imagine what it must be like for a guy like that.

"What about career-wise, did he have a good job or, you know, prospects?" Ben wondered.

Angela called him highly unmotivated. "He could get work here and there, but he lacked direction. I should have moved on years ago, but every time I decided to end it he'd take off his shirt and I'd melt like a 15-year old girl at a Justin Bieber concert. I was so pathetic."

"Don't be so hard on yourself. If you took your shirt off, I'd melt like that same 15-year old girl," Ben said, smiling.

Angela flicked a piece of crust in his direction. "Weirdo."

They sat in silence for a few more minutes. Ben wondered if somewhere in that conversation he should have made a move. He didn't know what move, though. He also realized she might be looking for a rebound, a guy to screw to get over her ex. He had never been a rebound before, but he was willing to try.

Angela thought Ben was coming on to her, but as the silence hung over them she wasn't so sure. She didn't know quite what to think about him. He was cute in an innocent sort of way. Not as tall, muscular or hot as her previous boyfriend; she didn't expect to melt if his shirt came off. Definitely not a guy she would rebound with - at least not in the traditional sense, not that she'd ever had a rebound or fling or one-night stand.

"What did you want me to put in your lap?" Angela asked, referring to the comment that started their whole conversation.

Ben reached over and grabbed Angela's leg and pulled it out from under her. "This," he said, as he began to rub her foot. "Thought you might like a foot massage."

Angela cooed for a second. "You mean I could have been enjoying a foot rub this whole time? Instead, we had to waste time talking about my stupid ex? Geez, next time be more specific."

"I'm so sorry," he offered, as he began to massage her ankle. She had beautiful, shapely legs. Ben surmised that she must be a runner.

Angela was taken aback at first, not expecting him to be so brazen. But she had to admit that it felt good. The only thing her ex massaged was her chest.

"I hope your ex knows what he's missing," Ben said. "I mean, I've only known you a short time and it's already been one of the best days I've had in a while."

"Same here," Angela said as she enjoyed feeling his soft, delicate hands on her tender foot and ankle. He definitely doesn't do hard labor, she thought.

Ben couldn't believe he had made such a bold move. He didn't know where it came from or why he did it. He knew he wanted to do it, wanted to touch her, but he's wanted to touch a lot of women and never done anything about it.

"Do I get both feet massaged or just the one, because my other foot hurts pretty badly, too?" Angela asked smiling. "I don't want to pressure you or anything, but it probably wouldn't be fair if you ignored the other foot."

"Put it here," Ben said, patting his lap. "I've got all day."

They both enjoyed the massage - Ben giving and Angela receiving. Ben didn't expect Angela to return the favor, he wouldn't even ask. Angela promised herself she would offer him a back rub as a thank you.

"It's pathetic that in the two years we dated my ex never once massaged me like this. Yet, in the couple of hours we've known each other . . ." Angela said, trailing off. "I guess I have bad taste in men."

"Had bad taste," Ben corrected her, "before you met me."

"Yes," Angela sighed. "Too bad we never met two years ago. You could have saved me some heartache."

"Just focus on what I'm doing now and not what I could have done in the past," Ben suggested. "And stop thinking about that damn ex."

Unfortunately, Angela couldn't. Even right now, she had a picture in her head of him shirtless in nothing but his underwear. She closed her eyes and remembered their last time together, a brief, angry fuck that was the result of another argument. She realized their best sex was after they fought.

Ben yanked on her big toe, which brought her back to reality. "You disappeared on me," he stated. "That look on your face tells me you either really like this massage or you were remembering sex with your ex."

Angela blushed. "Didn't know it was that obvious."

"It's fine," Ben reassured her. "I'll probably remember this just as fondly." Then, thinking he said something weird, quickly added, "I mean the whole day we had. Not just the massage part."

"Yeah?" Angela questioned. "I'm glad you had a good day. Sadly, we should probably end this party."

Ben released Angela's feet and she stood up. "I should go upstairs and get my shoes," she said. "Do you mind cleaning up? But don't throw the food in the trash. I don't want the owners to know we ate here."

"Aw, I don't get a foot massage, too," Ben joked.

Angela, remembering her promise to herself, told Ben she would clean up if he went upstairs to retrieve their respective footwear. Once he left, she quickly tossed all the leftovers in the pizza box, dumped the remaining soda down the drain and hustled upstairs. She found Ben tying his shoe.

"I would have brought them down to you," Ben said, assuming she came up for her pumps. He handed them to her, but she dropped them on the ground.

"I want something else," she stated. "Your shirt."

Ben looked confused. Angela didn't wait for a response - she reached over and tugged it over his head. He had a nice body, slim, with the makings of a four-pack. Angela ordered him to sit on the bed while she slipped behind him.

As she began to rub his shoulders and back, Ben realized what was happening.

"I thought you'd like this as a thank you," Angela said, before Ben could even question it. "Tell me if I do something wrong, OK?"

"There's nothing wrong at all about this," Ben said, dreamily. "This must be what Heaven feels like."

Angela laughed knowing her back rubs were not that good, but appreciated the compliment. Her ex hardly ever complimented anything she did.

"Mmm," Ben moaned, as Angela reached down and ran her hands across his chest and nipples. He could smell her now, as she leaned into him. She smelled like lilacs, the color purple and effervescence. He didn't know if that made sense, but it did to him.

"You have a nice body," she breathed, getting more turned on than she planned. She ran her fingernails down his chest, across his stomach and back up his ribcage. Her hair fell into his face, but he made no attempt to remove it.

She caressed his upper body as the two of them stayed silent. Her massaged had turned more erotic than she wanted. Looking down, she saw the bulge in his pants. Figuring that she had come this far, even though she never expected to, she reached down and ran her hand over it.

Ben gasped, not expecting that move. He knew he was aroused, but hoped she didn't notice. He sucked in his breath as she slowly worked her hand across his crotch. She cupped his balls through his pants.

With her other hand she continued to rub his chest, pulling on his nipples. He leaned back into her and closed his eyes. That's when he felt the button on his pants open and the zipper start to move downward. He kept his eyes closed as Angela reached inside. She massaged him over his briefs, getting closer to the real thing.

"Am I doing OK?" she said, her voice deep, passionate. "I can stop if you want me to."

"It's so good," Ben said, struggling to get out the words. "Please don't stop."

Angela's arm was getting tired, having to stretch down to reach his crotch. She moved from behind him and asked Ben to lie down. She then moved to the foot of the bed and pulled off his shoes. She took off his pants, next, leaving him in nothing but his underwear.

At this point, Ben's cock was nearly fully erect and dying to be released. As if she could sense it, Angela reached up and pulled his briefs down his legs and off his body. It sprang free, slapping Ben in the stomach.

Angela took a moment, first to admire his full, heavy cock, thicker than her ex's, but also to decide whether she wanted to take the next step. There was no going back if she did.

Ben looked at her, wondering what she was thinking. Was she having second thoughts? Would she bail? Was his cock too small? He sat up fearing the worst, but felt relieved when Angela pushed him back down.

"Just relax, OK?" Angela suggested, her tone getting more and more sensual. Angela crawled up next to Ben, laid her head on his chest and placed her hand on his thigh. She massaged his delicate skin, but stayed away from his most sensitive appendage. Maybe she needed more time, could convince herself that they hadn't really done anything yet. She could get up and leave and it would be fine.

Except not. She couldn't do this and walk away. She took his shirt off, touched him, aroused him, and took off his pants and his underwear. She knew what she wanted, she just had to go for it.

Ben laid there contemplating if he needed to make a move. Should he take off her clothes? Should he touch her? This was new territory for Ben: meeting a woman and ending up in bed with her within the same couple of hours. This is what happens to guys like Angela's ex, Ben thought.

Silence filled the room, like it had during moments downstairs. However, this silence was sexually charged - one word, one touch could set off fireworks that neither Ben nor Angela could have predicted upon first meeting each other. Sure, when Ben first laid eyes on her, the aggressive male inside of him wanted to fuck her. And Angela, she needed something to get her over her ex.

With Angela rubbing Ben's thighs and stomach, his cock remained at half-mast. But when she tilted her head and kissed his chest, it reacted. When she kissed it again, it twitched. When she kissed it a third, fourth and fifth time, Ben could almost hear the blood running from his heart to fill his cock. He could feel his balls tighten.

Angela didn't want to be a tease. But she also didn't want to be the kind of girl who gets over her ex by getting under another guy. Could she somehow give Ben pleasure (and maybe get some in return) and still keep her dignity? She looked at his face and saw his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open. He laid still, quiet, waiting for her to make the next big move.

She kissed him a sixth time and kept her lips on his chest. She bit his flesh, only gently, and scrapped her teeth across his skin. She wanted to distract him from her next move. She reached down and grabbed his hard cock between her slender fingers and stroked.

Ben's mouth opened wide and he sucked in more air than if he had just been rescued from drowning in 100 feet of water. He tiled his head back as Angela pulled the flesh of his meat up and down. As she did that, she continued to scrap her teeth across his upper torso.

Although the most pleasure Ben had ever experienced, he wouldn't cum. He would hold on. He refused to be some story that Angela told her friends about this guy she got off in one minute. Thankfully, Angela worked him over slowly, pulling his cock flesh all the way up, then all the way down.

Ben leaned over and tried to kiss Angela on the neck. She adjusted her position so he could nibble on her earlobe. He wanted to take her clothes off so badly. Maybe, he thought, it was time to be more aggressive.

Ben pushed Angela's hand away, then pushed her onto her back. Her confused expression gave way when she started unbuttoning her blouse. He removed it to expose her trim waist and white bra. He lifted the cups over her breasts to release them. They were small but firm with hard, pink nipples and light brown areolas.

He unzipped her skirt to reveal a matching pair of panties that he wasted no time in removing. Along with her skirt and panties, he knocked off her heels, leaving her stark naked.

Angela sat up. She took his cock back into her hand and drooled some saliva on it before stroking the shaft as she had before he interrupted her. Ben stood lavishing the attention his often overlooked member was getting. He reached out to move some hair out of her face so he could see her better.

She looked up at him before taking his impossibly hard, thick cock into her mouth. She sucked on the head as though she were drinking through a straw. She opened her mouth wider and took more of him inside. She used her tongue and lips as much as possible, but occasionally scraped him with her teeth.

She kept looking at Ben. He cupped her face in his hands. She let go of his shaft and allowed him to move his cock in and out of her mouth. He did it gently, not aggressively, so she allowed him to keep going.

Both Ben and Angela were giving in to their primal instincts. Neither would be hurt by their escapades; in fact, they both needed the release.

Ben pulled his cock out of Angela's mouth. He bent down and kissed her. To stop himself from cumming, he pushed Angela down on her back and nestled himself in between her thighs. He kissed her stomach, along her rib cage, and up and down each thigh. He rubbed the outside of her labia with his thumb.

Angela expected to be teased, as she had teased Ben. With her ex there was no foreplay, just fucking. That was necessary sometimes, but she realized now how much she missed the slow, sensual buildup. She missed the kissing, touching and caressing. In that regard, Ben became the perfect partner for her.

Ben wanted to tease her more, to make her squirm, maybe even beg for it. Instead, he dove in. He was only a man after all, and desperately wanted to taste her. He licked every inch of her pussy. He spread her labia open in an attempt to slide his tongue as far into her as it would go.

Not a moaner or a screamer, Angela instead cooed as she did when she first began massaging her feet. She whispered to him what she liked and what she didn't. Touch my clit, she said, or, be a little gentler with my lips. He responded well to her commands. He wanted to do a good job, to be remembered as a good lover. He never expected it to go any further.

When she started to get wet, Ben knew it was time. He got on his knees and placed the tip of his cock at her entrance. Angela spread her thighs to open herself up more.

"Put it in," Angela commanded, but softly. "I want to feel you inside of me."

Ben obliged. He went slowly so she could adjust to him. He put half of it in, then pulled it back out. He repeated the process a few times before he finally stuffed it all inside of her.

Angela reached up and pulled Ben down on top of her. "Fuck me," she whispered.

Ben pulled out, then thrust back in. He kept on as Angela held him close. She wrapped her legs around his lower back. The fucking wasn't as aggressive as with her ex, but it wasn't slow and gentle, either. He kept up a solid pace, groaning and grunting, while Angela mimicked the expression that Ben had earlier: head titled back, mouth open sucking in air.

Feeling the cum start to inch up his shaft, Ben had to slow down. He pulled out and sat back on his legs with his erection pointing straight up in the air. This gave Angela the opportunity to readjust their position. She lied Ben down and crawled between his legs. She ran her thumb up his shaft stopping to tickle the head with her fingernail.

Ben knew he wasn't as sexually experienced as Angela, so he let her do most of the leading. He trusted that they would both find pleasure before it ended. He knew he already had.

"This is nice," Angela said, as she lazily ran her thumb up and down his shaft. "Your cock is so big, though."

Ben blushed. He couldn't believe a woman like Angela would be into him. "You're so beautiful. Thank you."

Angela bent down and ran her tongue across his balls, then slowly up his shaft. She paused to nip the head with her teeth. She stroked the head while she wrapped her lips around the base.

"You're gonna make me cum soon if you keep doing that," Ben warned.

Angela slowed down stroking him. She pulled his cock away from his stomach and drooled saliva down the front. She watched it pool on his belly before licking it clean. She laid down on her side, facing away from him. She lifted her right leg, opening herself up.

Even as a novice, Ben knew what she wanted. He slide forward and slipped inside her wet pussy. He reached down and lifted her leg up so she would be more open while he fucked her. Angela reached down and played with her clit thinking Ben wouldn't last much longer and wanting to finish with him.

"Don't stop," Angela exclaimed. "Just go until you finish. I've been on the pill since I started dating my ex."

Ben didn't need to be told twice. He just wouldn't finish in this position. Therefore, he eased Angela over onto her stomach and watched as she rose onto her knees. He put his hands on her hips and slowly leaned forward bringing his cock inches from her sweet spot. Angela reached back and did the rest.

The beautiful brunette rocked back and forth on Ben's thick cock. With one hand, she reached underneath her body to find her clit. The harder she rubbed, the closer she came to an orgasm. She knew Ben was close. Was he holding it in?

"Come on, baby. Let it go. Let me feel that release," Angela hissed. "You and I together, let's finish."

Ben sped up his thrusts to the point where he was almost out of control. He could feel his sperm crawling up his shaft, inch by gratifying inch, until it finally spilled out, coating Angela's pussy. Just as he finished, Angela cried out, lost in her own orgasm. They didn't cum at the same time, but they came together.

After catching their breaths, they smiled at each other. Ben closed his eyes. He wanted to savor this moment. Angela looked down at herself: her body glistened with a thin layer of sweat, her chest heaved, and some of Ben's cum began to leak onto the bedsheets.

Angela jumped off the bed startling Ben. "Everything OK?" he asked.

"Just trying not to mess up the sheets," she admitted, looking down as the cum trickled out of her pussy and onto her thigh. "I don't need to lose my job over this."

Getting the hint, Ben rolled off the bed as well. They both cleaned themselves up in the bathroom and redressed. As they walked downstairs to leave, Ben reached for Angela's hand. Either on purpose or just by coincidence, she moved it away.

As much as he didn't want it to be, it appeared their tryst would be a one-time experience. That's when Ben wondered if the sex was for business or pleasure. Perhaps she just wanted to make a sale and took the easy way out.

"You have my information if you want to put an offer in," Angela said to Ben, as they reached the front door. "I'm going to stay behind and do a little extra cleaning before tomorrow's open house, but thank you for coming."

Realizing how that last statement could be taken, she quickly corrected herself. "Thank you for stopping by, I mean."

"It's a beautiful house," Ben remarked. "Thank you for the tour."

As he left, Ben turned around to add, "And thank you for everything you showed me." Unlike Angela, he didn't correct himself.