Fuck buddies with the Estate Agent

We had been living in this Medieval property for nearly ten years.

It was an iconic building, but really quirky. The ceilings were wonky, the floors were uneven but it was full of character with its dark wooden beams, stone archways, the fussy diamond-paned windows and working fireplaces throughout the rooms.

We got a really good deal on a long term lease because the elderly landlord wanted tenants who could do most of the maintenance and take care of the mature gardens.

The landlord was this super lovely gentleman who charged us next to nothing for this place, and for a decade it was truly a case of it was cheaper to rent than buy.

But then he went and died.

Sad day for us because his family wanted to sell the property and although we considered buying it ourself, when I calculated the total maintenance and repairs annually, it wasn’t at all appealing.

Old houses, and by old, I am talking the 1450s, require a lot of maintenance.

So we started looking for a new home and not far from the Medieval place, I found a house online and made a booking to view it.

My husband couldn’t make it so I went alone to meet the agent at the property one evening at 7pm.

To say I was pleasantly surprised is an understatement and not at all because of the property, but because of the Estate Agent.

Blond, I’d say mid 30s, about my height at 5’9”, fit, well dressed, nice ass, filled out his suit pants nicely, had an amazing smile and was downright pleasant to chat with.

As I say, the property was underwhelming for us but I found myself chatting with this guy for a long time after the viewing was over.

We stood in the empty living room and chatted about all sorts of things.

It felt a bit like a date even and he was really interested in our Medieval property.

“My ex boyfriend had a dog and we used to walk by that place all the time and I always wondered, ‘who lives there,’ and just once, I wish I could have gone inside.”

I don’t remember the exact words but I think I said something super cheesy like, “Well, if a cute man like you had you knocked on the door, I would have definitely left you in.”

He giggled in response and we continued our chat.

It was probably going on 830pm and although I was really enjoying the chat, I said to the agent, “Oh man, look at the time, I am probably keeping you from  another viewing.”

“Oh shit,” he said while starting to laugh, “I am totally late for a viewing! Fuck, I better run!”

We shook hands, said our goodbyes and parted company.

“If I get any other properties, I’ll let you know!” he shouted as he got into his car.

Fast forward two or three months, the sale of the Medieval property was languishing so we were basically staying there rent free and just waiting for the official notice from the Landlord’s family.

We had been viewing other properties here and there but nothing appealed to us and then one Friday morning I got a phone call from the that sexy Estate Agent.

“Hey, how ya doing?” I asked.

“Great thanks, as promised, I wanted to let you know about a property I think you’ll like and you’d be the first people to view it as its not even gone on the market yet.”

He explained all the details, sent over some pics and a floor plan and instantly, I thought to myself, definitely a place we could move into.

“You have a good memory for detail remembering all our likes and must haves,” I said.

“Well, how could I forget our chat, not all my clients are so charming and handsome.”

I could feel my face blushing from that comment but I agreed with him that our last meeting was very memorable.

As we were setting a time to go see this new property he asks, “I know this is so random and probably against the ethics but as you are leaving the old place, would you mind if I came by sometime for a look? You did say that sexy men are welcome, and as I said last time, I have been fascinated with the place and would do anything to have a peak. That’s cheeky of me isn’t it?”

I laughed but was not about to pass the chance to have more time with this very cute and sexy Estate Agent.

“If you’re free this afternoon, pop around, hubby is out of town, but I’m here all afternoon.”

You could hear the excitement and enthusiasm in his voice, “Oh my god, thank you! This is so cool, you know you’re a real estate geek when this excites you! Is 5pm ok?”

“Yeah that works for me, see you then.”

Promptly at 5pm, the gate buzzer rings and on the camera there is my smiling Estate Agent.

He was dressed to impress I think.

Tight fitted dress shirt which highlighted his pecs and these checkered dress pants that were very nice and tight showing off his ass and nice bulge in the front.

I gave him a tour of the place inside and out and like before we had a really nice banter going, flirty and again, it felt like we were on a date.

In a couple of spots in the house, we had to squeeze past or around each other and just touching him barely felt so good and got my dick throbbing.

On more than one occasion, he would grab my forearm when he had a question about the building and the physical space between us seemed to get smaller and smaller as the tour went on.

We finished up the tour and he was so cute and delighted to have seen the place.

“Want a glass of wine?” I asked while we stood in the kitchen.

He said yes, and while sipping our wine, we were still in the kitchen, I was leaning with my back against the sink in front of the big kitchen island.

He was off to the one side of the island, took a drink, put his glass down and moved toward me.

I think I was a bit shocked at what was about to happen, but he slid up to me, put his hands around my waist and planted a very sensual kiss on my lips.

“I have wanted to do that since I met you the first time.”

I don’t remember what I said in response, but this cute estate agent and I stood in the kitchen for a long time making out.

I grabbed a handful of his very nice ass and he let out a moan.

The sort of moan that betrays what a gay guy wants.

“Didn’t peg you for a bottom” I said as I cupped his bubble butt.

Grabbing my crotch he bit my lip and whispered, “Fuck me.”

Clearly this was a boy ready to fuck!

We didn’t even get naked, I just turned him around, pulled down his suit pants and to my delight, he was wearing a jock strap underneath.

I bent him over the kitchen island, spit on his smooth hole and slowly worked my 8.5” dick into his pretty little ass.

He didn’t protest being barebacked and I didn’t ask for permission so I fucked him hard right there in the kitchen and blew a load up his ass while he begged for more.

Dirty little slut but such a fucking cutie with a great ass.

As he was putting himself together, he had a huge smile on his face, “fuck that was worth the wait.”

I couldn’t agree more.

What was so nice about this particular fuck though is that he and I became regulars after that.

He would often call me and say “Hey, found a great property, up for a viewing tonight at 9pm?”

Now keep in mind, hubby and I already had found a place and we weren’t on the market, so these were just booty calls.

I’d head over to whatever the place he was showing was, sometimes viewers would just be leavings as I walked in.

I’d often fuck with him standing against the wall in some empty room.

I’d push up behind almost rough-like and fuck him while pinning him to the wall as best I could.

A few of the places were furnished so on occasion, we’d fuck on a sofa and for some strange reason, he got super turned on fucking on a tenant or owner’s bed.

Aside from him being my cumdump fuck buddy, he and I got to know each other really well.

Sometimes it was just a hot fuck, but other times, we’d hang out after or get a drink.

Suffice to say, I have a new appreciation for the real estate market.