Gaby and the Tutor (Chap 4) - Sex Stories

Gaby and the Tutor (Chap 4)

... better as she rotated out of the van. A bright red thong covered what I think was a shaved pussy. I am so glad I wore sunglasses as I watched her from my truck. Well, the suburbs sure looked very inviting from here. Susan shook my hand and gave me her card with a big smile. I explained what I needed, the houses I had identified and why this one rose to the top. She asked sensible question and finally asked, “And how many children do you have?” I explained I was not married and the house would be for my sister and her child. “But I may move in also, that is why I like the ‘mother-in-law’ wing. It would be perfect for my office and private bedroom,” I explained. So was Susan’s fresh smile on her face just a sales pitch or did she like what she saw? She walked me through the house and I spent more time looking at her nice, swinging ass then the house. We pulled chairs up to the kitchen table and I told her, “Before I make an offer on this one, what better properties have you got near here in the same price range.” Susan, opened her laptop and hit several keys and told me, “Why don’t we go look at this one,” while she rotated the computer toward me. We rode to the other house in her minivan and I entertained myself by looking at her nicely shaped legs and thighs. Another inch higher, I could probably see her thong. It was fun for me; but probably a bitch of way to make a living in the down economy for her. When we talked about it, she laughed and said, “The good news is, the ...

... crappy sales people all got out of the business. The ones who are left are most likely real good.” I grinned at her and said, “I’m sure you are the best at what you do.” She smiled, batted her eyes like a teen, letting me know she was flirting, “I am the very best.” Oh, God and she had those fantastic legs, too. I smiled back and shut my mouth. The house she showed me was fully furnished, “The owners are on a business trip selling their factory. They went bust and just want to get out of here,” she informed me. The yard, the pool and the house were immaculate. “Do you have any idea what he spent on maintenance each month?” I asked. She consulted her laptop and showed me the utilities, maintenance, HOA and other costs. Can you say, “Knock my socks right off?” “Holy shit, do I even want to know what he wants for the place?” Susan laughed at me and said, “You are not going to believe it,” and she named the price. I looked at my sheets of the houses I picked and this place was quite a bit lower. Susan said, “You can reduce your cost by offering just a bit lower and by stretching the mortgage to thirty years at the lowest rates ever.” In my head I had already computed that the cost of rent on Birgitte’s apartment and my apartment would cover almost all of the new costs. No need to let the sales lady think she made a sale, yet. We toured the house and instead of having a separate wing, it had a huge basement built out as an apartment. There was even a side entrance to a second ...