Sometimes, as a property inspector for an insurance company, I find myself in the most awkward of circumstances. I always make sure I am careful to avoid any inappropriateness while doing my job, even in the face of difficult circumstances.
Thus far, I have been really lucky, that is, until last week. I have close encounters, mostly in business settings, and I have always found a way to avoid crossing the line, even when provided with an overt opportunity to take things to the next level.
Last week I had to inspect a commercially insured property that turned out to actually be a private residence with a small office attached to the residence. I had already inspected the farming part of the business and while the eccentric owner, a very nice and affable middle-aged woman, was one I found rather intriguing, I was happy she wasn’t the sexually suggestive type, because she was certainly very easy on the eyes.
I had met her younger daughter by pure happenstance as we settled into the office located at the ranch. Her name was Connie and I remember that we only met very briefly in passing, as she was leaving the office while I was coming in. I didn’t give the brief encounter any thought, other than to note to myself how absolutely cute that Connie was.
Two months later, I got a request to visit a commercial property in Fort Worth and I was told to coordinate with Toni, Connie’s eccentric mother who lived on a large ranch in central Texas. I called Toni and she told me to call her daughter, saying her daughter managed the commercial property addressed in Fort Worth.
I didn’t actually remember Toni, and our previous meeting, when I called Connie. I see a lot of people, so unless something really stands out as a result of a meeting, I don’t usually sock away a meeting in my memory bank for any particular reason.
Connie was affable and polite, and we agreed to meet at the insured property. I didn’t realize the insured property was a private residence until the day of our meeting when I googled the meeting address. I called my contact at the insurance company to confirm the property address, as I knew we only inspected commercial addresses and not private residences. The underwriter confirmed for me, the correctness of the address. I took a few photos of the outside of the address and then rang the doorbell.
Connie answered the door, sporting very short cut-off blue jean shorts, a much-too-small and very tight form-fitting t-shirt, and she was shoeless. She brushed her long blonde hair backward and over her shoulder as she greeted me with, “Hey! I remember you.”
I took in a deep breath and re-introduced myself.
“I remember you,” Connie pronounced, reaching out and grabbing my arm, to usher me into the house.
She closed the door behind me and locked the deadbolt.
“I guess you need a tour of the place,” Connie continued as she stepped around me and past me. I followed her into the living room.
“Can I get you something to drink?” she asked.
“No,” I replied, “I just need to see the office.”
Connie spun around.
“Are you sure?” she pressed. “I have water, wine, beer–whatever you want.”
“I’m just here to get some photos and information on the office,” I repeated.
“You know what they say,” Connie pressed, “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.”
I chuckled.
“I’d love to share a drink with you,” I replied, “But I have to put business before play.”
I had no intention of being enticed into anything inappropriate.
“Follow me and I’ll show you the office,” Connie replied. “The office is attached to the master bedroom and overlooks the back forty.”
I followed her down a hallway and into the master bedroom
“Never mind the bed,” she remarked as we stepped into the master bedroom, “I just got up.”
It was close to noon. It must be nice to sleep until noon, I thought to myself, as Connie led the way into the large office annex to the master bedroom.
“It must take you a while to get through the traffic to get to work,” I mused as Connie headed for the leather high-back chair behind the large mahogany-topped work desk. She plopped down into the chair and settled back into it, propping her bare feet up on the desk.
I snapped a couple of photos of the large floor-to-ceiling windows and the entry door that separated the office annex to the bedroom.
“How much square feet?” I asked.
“All total for the house is 5,000,” Connie replied.
“And the office?” I pressed.
“I have no idea,” Connie replied. “Do you want to measure it?”
“I can guess,” I replied.
“We can measure it,” Connie pressed, as she dug through a drawer in the desk. “I’ve got a tape measure in here somewhere.”
“I’m guessing twenty feet by twenty-five feet,” I replied.
“Here we go,” Connie exclaimed, holding up a tape measure. She pulled on the tab and handed me the measuring tape. I walked to one of the walls as she stood and held the tape, her back against one of the windows, holding the tab right at crotch level.
“How far?” she asked.
“From me to you, nineteen feet,” I replied, “But you have to put the tab against the wall.”
Connie smiled.
“From me to you, nineteen feet,” Connie repeated, a mischievous grin crossing her face. She quickly repositioned herself to another wall, her back to it, as I pulled the metal tape towards the opposite wall.
Connie placed the metal tab of the tape measure into the unsnapped and parted portion of her shorts, at the zipper, holding it in place with two fingers. I looked at the tape measure, trying obviously to avoid the implications of her tease.
“Twenty-four feet,” I remarked. “Close enough.”
“How tall do you think I am?” Connie pressed, letting go of her end of the tape measure.
“Five-foot-five,” I begrudgingly replied.
“I’m taller than that,” Connie quickly shot back. “Measure me.”
This was getting weird, quickly.
“I probably shouldn’t,” I replied, looking for a quick exit.
“Do I intimidate you?” Connie asked.
“No,” I quickly shot back. “I’m just trying to keep things on the professional level.”
Connie laughed.
“Look,” she shot back, slowly sauntering in my direction, “It is just me and you. There’s no one that lives here but me.”
My feet were frozen in place.
“My mother keeps tabs on everything I do,” Connie said. “Every place I go and everyone I see. She is a control freak.”
I listened patiently as Connie approached me and poured out her heart.
“I can even have a relationship with a guy unless my mother approves. No one wants to date me because of my mother. I am a freaking prisoner in this stupid house, simply because my mother doesn’t approve of ANYONE I want to see.”
Connie was now standing right in front of me.
“I’m on the pill, but I don’t know why since it’s not like I can fuck whoever I want, whenever I want.”
I didn’t say a word.
Connie bit down on her lower lip. She placed her hands on my arms.
“But she isn’t here now, and she can’t tell me what to do,” Connie remarked, as she shifted my arms around her supple waist. I rested my hands on Connie’s lower back, as she pressed herself against me. I could smell the sweet intoxicating essence of her perfume and that of her arousal, mixing together.
Connie’s hand found its way to my crotch. As she felt my erection, she hummed her approval while looking up at me, as I looked down into her huge oval blue eyes.
“It seems,” Connie whispered, ‘we have a mutual attraction.”
There was no way to deny the obvious.
“If your mother were to catch us,” I whispered.
“She can’t,” Connie whispered back, gently massaging my stick and my balls through the fabric of my pants.
“What if she has the place bugged?” I whispered.
“I’ve already found all the bugs and hidden video cameras,” Connie whispered. “Trust me. I’ve got that well covered. I had a security guy come in, pretending to be a plumber. He found them all and helped me set up a screen to cover up things. I had to fuck him upside down to get it done, but it was worth it.”
“So, what do you want out of me?” I pressed.
“Nothing,” Connie replied, “I haven’t had sex in over a year and I’m horny as fuck.”
I could tell.
Connie took a step back and pulled her form-fitting t-shirt over her head, allowing it to fall to the floor. She was braless and well endowed with a gorgeous set of all-natural boobs, on which set small, round, light tan areolas and hardened pencil eraser-tipped-like nipples. She wiggled out of her cut-off shorts, allowing them to fall to the floor as well. She stepped out of them. She sported a tiny white lace thong.
“Would you like to have some fun?” Connie bemusedly asked, using one hand to flip her long blonde hair back over her shoulder. “I promise it will be worth your time.”
Damn.
There was no way I could back out at this point. I toe-to-heel kicked off my shoes. I stripped out of my polo shirt and unbuckled my work pants. As they fell to the floor, Connie dropped to her knees in front of me. There was no way to hide my obvious excitement.
Connie looped her fingers into the sides of my bikini briefs and proceeded to pull them down, allowing my manhood to come into full view. She stripped me of my last vestige of honor and cover. She took my manhood into her warm hands and studied it closely before kissing the end of my fully erect penis. She kissed the underside of my shaft and hummed her approvals as she slowly worked her way to the base of my tool, pressing my tool against her cheeks. She gently took my balls into her hand and gave them a light squeeze.
“I love this,” she whispered, looking up at me, just before she inserted my tool into her open mouth. One, two, three and she was deep-throating me like a professional courtesan. Oh my God! I pushed her hair back over her shoulders as she attacked my manhood with a ferociousness unlike anything I had ever experienced before, or since.
“You’re going to make me cum,” I warned.
“No, no, no!” she exclaimed. “Cum inside of me.”
She popped off my manhood and quickly rose to her feet. She pressed her nakedness against mine and we kissed.
Damn. The girl could kiss! She literally took away my breath.
We found our way to the bed. I plunged my middle finger straight into her pussy. She was more than ready. She shuddered as I pulled my finger out of her pussy and across her enlarged and hooded labia.
“Eat me,” she begged.
I plunged head first between her parted legs as she dug her fingers into my scalp and gripped my head with her hands. I used a combination of my tongue and my fingers to bring her to the edge of orgasmic uncontrollability. She beat her clenched fists on the bed as I held on to her hips. My head buried between her thighs. Suddenly, her legs clamped together, and she began to shake and tremble. I managed to force her legs apart and re-position myself for a deep plunge. My cock slipped into the folds of her vagina, she shuddered and shook.
“Fuck me,” she begged. “Hard!”
I could feel the muscles of her vagina tightening around the shaft of my manhood as I pushed further and further into her, as I hovered over her, looking down into her wide-open and deep blue eyes. Her mouth was agape, as she was taking in as much of a breath as possible, exhaling with a grunt, to each of my strokes. Our pubic bones crashed into each other and I knew at that point I had gone as far as nature would allow. She batted her eyes open and closed, in rapid succession, as the blood flow streamed from her reddened face to her pubic area. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me down into a deeply passionate kiss, her fingers raking across my back.
I couldn’t hold back and unloaded everything I had inside of Connie.
“Give it to me!” she cried out as my juice filled her pussy to overflowing.
I didn’t hold back. I couldn’t hold back. I wouldn’t hold back.
“Oh, yeah!” she cried out, closing her eyes and shaking uncontrollably. I had hit a home run and I loved it.
The bedsheets were filled with a mixture of semen, her juices and our sweat. We lay there, interlocked at the hips, for the longest time, just enjoying the moment and each other’s kisses. Even after nature had taken it course, we continued to enjoy each other’s delightful kisses and soul-stimulating touches.
Nothing was rushed. Everything seemed perfect, until Connie’s cell phone buzzed. It was her mother.
“Yes, the inspector came,” Connie told her mother.
“Yes, Mom,” Connie replied to another question that I couldn’t make out.
“Yes, Mom,” Connie replied a second time, “I relocked the front door.”
“I love you too, Mom,” were her final words.
“That was Mom,” Connie said. My phone buzzed. It was Connie’s mom.
“Yes ma’am,” I replied to a question if everything looked good at the office.
“Did you get everything you needed?” Connie’s mother pressed.
“Yes,” I replied. “Your daughter was very accommodating.”
Connie snickered, and I turned to make sure nothing could be heard. I told Connie’s mother that there might be an outside chance a quality review person may ask for some additional information after reviewing my underwriting report.
“Just call Connie,” her mother replied. “She can take care of things.”
I had to agree.
