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The Estate AgentI’ve just returned to Australia from living in London for more than ten years. Before I went to London, I worked in a mining town and most of the houses were rental properties. I did the repairs, and a lot of the work was for one particular agency in Adelaide. My contact was Em. I never saw her. She called me and sent me to various addresses, where I would quote the work and get back to her, and she’d tell me how to proceed. We got along well. She was chatty and laughed a lot. I was about 41 at the time and guessed she was about the same. Turns out, she was two years older. The picture I had of her in my mind was another Plain Jane type; frumpy with brown hair.I left the town and went to the UK, but I had made many good friends, and a couple decided to get married, and invited me. That was a mad week. I left London on a Wednesday and got back the following Wednesday, so I had jet lag the whole time. Being a remote town, most people arrived on the Friday and stayed for two nights at the motel; Wedding on the Saturday, and going home on the Sunday.On the Friday night there was informal drinks at one of the bars. I hadn’t been there long when an attractive blonde lady approached with two beers and said “We’ve never met, but you used to work for me. I’m Em”. She gave me a beer and a kiss on the cheek and said “Hello You!”. I didn’t really need her to tell me her name. I recognised her voice straight away.You know how when you imagine a person’s looks from a voice on the phone, you are always totally wrong? Em wasn’t frumpy and she didn’t have brown hair. She looked her 43 years ; I won’t lie. She even had more lines than you would expect, but fuck me, she was pretty. She also had a stunning figure. She wore blue jeans and a white T shirt; very little make up, and her hair was ash blonde and seemed natural. I was to notice that fact years later in Eastern Europe where so many women are blonde. They look young longer because the grey doesn’t show as much.It was a warm night and at about 10pm, people went back to their rooms to change and most headed for the pool. I didn’t go in. I just sat on the side with my feet dangling in the water. Em came down wearing a modest one piece bathing suit. It was blue and white, like her former attire had been. She was in really good shape. I’ve said many times before that I am unashamedly a big tits man. I don’t even mind a few extra pounds if they have big tits, but sometimes you meet someone who just changes your mind. Em had maybe B cups? She wasn’t flat chested. She was actually very shapely in her own slim way. I still have a photo in my phone from her Facebook page, of her posing in front of a mirror in a wetsuit, and wish I could peel that zipper down… That was a couple of years ago when she was 56!She was in her element in a swimming pool, and messed about with everyone else until people started to drift off. Then she swam over to me, and stood up quite provocatively, between my open knees. I was looking down her cleavage and thinking how amazing it would buca escort be to have a porn style pool side blowjob and then cum on her face and tits… It didn’t happen, but that was the first time I thought of it. The first of many.The wedding happened and we said goodbye on the Sunday, exchanging numbers. Everyone had been pretty drunk the night before, and most went to bed reasonably early. As I went to to my ride to the airport, she said “Hey… I was going to come looking for you last night but I couldn’t remember your room number.” She came over and kissed me on the mouth and said “don’t be a stranger”.So I get back to London on the Wednesday, and went back to work on the Thursday. I got the first text message at lunch time. “Had a great time. Thinking of youxxx” I sent a polite reply. It was 2008 so texting was still pretty basic. A week or two later, I got a Blackberry and started emailing her. She seemed decent and genuine, and very affectionate, so I thought why not keep in touch. Texts had now become. “In bed now. Thinking of you.” In bed now. Wish you were with me.” I replied honestly “Wish I was too.”I did some interesting work in heritage buildings in London, and she was keen to know about it, so I sent her pics of things I’d been working on. One day, it was snowing as I left work, so I sent her a photo of a park in snow. She would have been asleep for hours by then. When I woke up, there was a reply from her, with three photos. The first was a selfie without her face. She was clearly facing the mirror in the women’s washroom at work. She wore a grey sweater, which had a blue shirt collar coming out of the neck. That was it, and no face. The next pic was the sweater and blouse pulled up to reveal a very pretty pink bra, and again, no face. The third pic was sweater up, blouse up, bra down, and two beautiful breasts pointing at me in the breeze. Again, no face. She’s quite the beach bunny, so there were strong tanlines, which I have always loved. Her midrif was brown but her boobies were ivory white. I noticed there was a brown mole near the top of her cleavage…I knew there were pictures of her on a company website, so I checked it again, and yes; grey sweater and/or blue blouse were the uniform. She was just being cautious, and that was fair enough. Another pic on the website was her accepting an award at a function. She wore an evening gown, and when I zoomed in, I cold see the mole in her cleavage. Yep, she was definitely showing me her beautiful chest puppies, and not random pics off the internet! When I got home, I put a thick rubber band round the base of my cock, grew a huge purple stiffy, and sent her a range of pictures of that from different angles; close up, with no face. Being cautious like her, I used a phantom email address from a Youtube account, which didn’t have my name. Her’s had her real name. So next day, I got an email with more pics. This time, it was phone under the quilt; legs apart, looking at a beautiful little bald snatch. Very distracting to get those when you are escort buca at work! A few days later, the same little bald snatch had a cucumber sticking out of it, then a purple dildo, then a Coopers beer bottle. She knew I like Coopers.A couple of times, she said things like ” I trust you but I don’t really know you. Please be respectful and keep me safe.” I did. I no longer have any of the pics, but fuck me, I sometimes wish I’d kept them! But I did respect her, and wanted her to feel safe.So I returned to Australia every 6 months or so, for family events and sometimes work, and in early 2009, I let her know I would be back in town, and sent her all my details and times. She went very shy. I didn’t hear from her for days. I thought “Oh well, maybe it wasn’t meant to happen” and carried on with life. She had my UK and Australian numbers, and my email. it was up to her. I flew back into town and let her know the next day that I had arrived. She said she wasn’t feeling well.Next morning, luckilly I didn’t sleep in too late because she sent an email saying “I have a private house viewing today at 11.00. It’s for you.” She sent the address and I drove right over. She met me at the door in the same uniform, and held an official looking folder, and she shook my hand in case neighbours were watching, then led me inside. When the front door was closed, she said “Sorry, I got nervous” and then she shoved her tongue down my throat. After we kissed foe a while, she said “You probably want to see the kitchen” and she took my hand and led me down the passage to the back of the house. There was a spacious family room with an island bench and breakfast bar. She hopped up and sat on the island bench and said ” You seemed to like these” as she took off her sweater and unbuttoned her blue blouse. She was wearing the same pink bra from the photos… I replied “yes I did, and I do”, and I pulled her left one out and started sucking it. I’ve had a lot of women over the years, and twice as many tits to see, and I’ve seen a lot of weird nipples along the way. Jane’s were an inch long and were always prominent. Sue’s were pointy dinnerplate things that weren’t really nipples, but looked excellent when I exploded on them. Em had little pink areolie and lovely, normal, suckable nipples. Her tits were also younger than her face. I’ve noticed that a lot in women over the years; sadly usually the other way round. I’ve lifted the blouse of a 19 year old to find saggy breasts with veins and stretch marks, and then found a fifty year old whose tits hardly drop when she takes her bra off. I love the latter!Em had lost the tan lines, as it was now winter, so her boobs were all white. They were firm, medium sized, no wrinkles, normal areola, and just lovely pink suckable nips. I went to town on them! Em lay down on her back on the island bench and moaned. As I sucked her lovely nips, I reached down for her zipper. Her uniform was completed with trousers rather than a skirt. I got my hand inside and started working them down, as she wriggled buca escort bayan to help. They fell on the floor, and she lay there looking at me; pretty face and ash blonde hair; perky boobs pointing out of the pink bra she was still wearing, and tiny little black panties. I decided to try something that has always turned me on. I got my cock out and eased in toward her little snatch, and just peeled them to one side, and let myself in. She didn’t complain. I was in heaven. There is just something about fucking with panties on! Especially black panties! It just looks so sexy seeing the length of the cock sliding in and out of the snatch past the panties; in this case, a tiny bald snatch that made my cock look huge because of the way her labiia swelled around it.The family room had closed vertical blinds all round, but the light was still very bright, and Em started to feel uncomfortable. She knew nobody could see, but she still felt like she was in a fishbowl, so she said “Bedroom”. Now this was a totally empty house so the bedroom was just a room, with carpet and empty sliding door mirrored wardrobes. I didn’t even unplug my cock. I just picked her up, and walked into the nearest bedroom, deliberatley bumping her up and down on my swollen cock as I walked, making her squeal. In the bedroom, I lay her on the caprpet and then fucked her like a maniac. Her tits were the perfect size to jiggle up and down as I pumped her little Barbie Doll snatch, which looked excellent with my angry looking cock sliding in and out at great pace.We had been very hasty and hadn’t worried about protection, and although she was about 44 by then, I figured I’d better pull out. She said “No, you don’t have to!” but I’d had very little fucking with bald cunts and was really loving the sensation of pushing down hard, sliding the underside of my cock back and forth on her perfect white bald pussy lips. I came, and fuck me, did I come. Not one spurt hit her tits, her face, or her body or hair. It shot through the air and landed several thick gobs all over the mirrored wardrobes. On film, it would have made a fantastic porn ending because a camera next to me would have seen Em’s gorgeous tits, body and bald snatch; still with pink bra and black panties, and then the same again in the reflection of the mirrors, with me fucking the hell out of her, and then these amazing cum spurts on reflective surfaces..Being an empty house, all we had was toilet paper. Em said that was probably fortunate, as we used it to clean my cum off the mirrors. “At least it’s not on the carpets. Next time, just blow your load inside me.” I did. Many times. She’s now 58 and lives in another state, but still open for business next time we meet.That day, after she’d dressed and we wiped all the cum off the mirrors, she said, there’s something I’ve always wanted to do. She sat down on the toilet and said “I’ve seen it on porn and it turns me on.” She took her tits out again, and got me to squeeze them, while she sucked my cock, sitting on a toilet seat. I didn’t make as much mess, as there wasn’t much left. I still managed to make her gag though, when I shot into the back of her throat. That was sexy.I didn’t rent the house, but I spent a lot of time with my cock in her warm places.

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