Desperate Thoughts: The Gift (10 page)

When two weeks had passed and Ethan still hadn’t heard from Victoria, he drove to her house. Discovering that a moving truck was parked in front, his face sank. Two movers carried boxes to the back of the nearly full truck. A For-Sale sign was on the lawn and a real estate agent stood by the sign attaching her name placard under it. The agent, Rebecca, was in her late forties; she wore a little too much makeup, but was very attractive with large breasts, but proportionally wide, curvy hips. Ethan parked his car in the driveway and approached the smiling woman. "I love the house. Did it just go on the market?"

"Yes and there’s an open house this weekend if you’d like to see it. I’m Rebecca Wright by the way."

"I’m Ethan, Ethan Listwood… Is the owner still here?"

They shook hands. Rebecca held his a few seconds too long as she said, "No she left last week." He sighed and then put on a fake smile as she continued, "I had to arrange for the movers to pack everything up and ship it out to her. Actually, the owner is a good friend of mine. She left in a hurry."

"So you know her…If it’s not too personal, can I ask why’d she leave?"

She gave him a sympathetic look. "Her husband died over a year ago. He was a professor at the college. The house held too many memories for her and she wanted a fresh start. She moved to the west coast."

"California?" He asked, concerned.

"Sorry, no I meant the west coast of Florida – Tampa Bay."

He nodded, relieved, as Rebecca eyed him up and down hungrily. Then she asked a little skeptically, "What price range are you looking in?"

After giving her a self-conscious look, he paused. "I, uh…can I be honest with you?"

She grinned. "That would help."

"Actually, I’m not in the market for a house. I’m very interested in becoming a realtor and I’m kind of looking for a mentor. When I saw you, I thought, what would be even better than a mentor would be a gorgeous one." Looking at her, he realized he was only half lying. She was sexy, and although his mission was to find Victoria, there was no harm in flirting with this good-looking woman.

Rebecca batted her eyes at him, flattered. "Listwood? That name sounds…Do you live off Brierhill Lane?"

He nodded. "1219."

"Martin and Lucinda right?" she said, with her face lighting up a bit.

Smiling back at her, he nodded again.

"I was the listing agent when your parents bought that house…what five years ago?"

"That’s right it was about five years ago."

"I remember them, a wonderful couple. You have a younger brother also?"

"Yes, Eli. He’s a freshman now," he said, grinning and realizing this was his in.

One of the movers approached Rebecca with a clipboard. Rebecca said to Ethan, "Excuse me a second." She turned to the man. "All done?"

"We are. Could you please sign?"

Grabbing the clipboard, she signed the form and gave it back. The mover tore off a copy, handed it to her and said, "We’ll be delivering this tomorrow afternoon."

Rebecca smiled. "Great. I’ll let Mrs. Wilde know."

The man turned away and Rebecca returned to Ethan. He tried to catch a glimpse of the address on the form she held, but didn’t want to look too interested. She folded it in half, and he frowned a little. Shaking her head, she smiled. "Sure, I could show you the ropes."

He grinned, "Like I’ve never even seen a listing contract. I’d love to take a look at one and I’d love it if I could pick your brain a little."

"Absolutely, I work out of my home. My files are all there. I was heading home now if you wanted to follow me."

Rebecca unlocked the door and eyed Ethan’s legs as he walked into the foyer ahead of her. After placing down her purse, she took off her jacket to reveal a silky blouse covering her large breasts. She pulled the mover’s form out of her purse and walked into the office. He watched as she opened a file drawer, bent over, and slipped the paper inside a folder. As she closed the drawer, he was momentarily sidetracked by how sexy she was with her curvy ass and shapely hips. Turning to him, she noticed his eyes locked on her body and smiled. He looked away quickly. "This is a big house."

"It’s too big for just me."

"You live her all alone?"

"Since the divorce, yeah. The kids are off at college. I’m hardly ever here. All I do is work."

Grinning, he eyed her skeptically. "You only work? You don’t exercise, because it looks like you do?"

"Well, sometimes I, uh…" she began.

"Well, you look amazing."

She smiled at him with her lips parted. "Can I get you a drink?"

"Yeah, I’ll take a beer if you have one."

With a spring in her step, Rebecca left Ethan in the office. Opening the drawer, he quickly scanned inside. He located the Wilde file, glanced into the hallway for Rebecca, then returned to paging through the folder. Hearing footsteps, he quietly closed the drawer, and pretended to gaze at a picture on the wall. She returned with a beer for each of them. He turned to her and smiled. She handed a bottle to him and they both took a sip. Slipping off her shoes, she moaned with pleasure as she dug her toes into the carpet. His eyes trailed down her legs to her feet and he watched her, a little turned on. She noticed his stare. "Sorry, it’s been a long day and those shoes were killing me."

He nodded with a grin, and she moved a few steps closer to him.

"So you like working in real estate?" he asked.

"At times, yeah…" They shared an awkward silent moment as she stood eying him. She shook her head, until suddenly her eyes widened. "Oh, you wanted to see that listing contract." Placing her beer down, she opened a drawer and pulled out the folder. She located the contract and placed it on the desk. He moved next to her, took a sip of beer, and glanced at the top page. They stood together, leaning over the desk with their bodies touching. She could feel the heat of his skin and closed her eyes for a moment as she savored it. He scanned the page for an address and could not find one.

After taking another big sip of beer, her eyes trailed along the muscles in his arms before she asked, "Are you still in college?"

"Yeah, but I graduate in a few weeks," he said while staring at the contract, unsure whether he should flip the page.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Not really, I just kind of broke up with one actually."

"That’s too bad," she said. "I’m a little lonely myself." Leaning against him, she pressed her body into his a little more. He could smell her perfume as she added, "It was hot out there today."

"Yeah, it was," he replied nervously.

She took a step away and turned so she could look at all of him. He leaned up from the contract. "I really appreciate you letting me take a look. Is this a standard contract or…"

He watched as she ran her finger over the rim of the beer bottle then slowly brought the bottle to her lips. She sipped from it as if she were sucking on a hard cock, making his own expand with excitement at the thought. Stepping toward him, she leaned in, and planted a small kiss on his lips. She pulled away and they both placed their beers on the desk. Returning to him, she kissed him again, but hungrily this time. He returned the kiss and her hands began exploring him everywhere. She pulled up his polo shirt and placed a hand on his tight stomach. He lifted his arms and she removed his shirt off him completely. She kissed his chest and slid down to her knees and began kissing all around his belly. His cock expanded more and she eyed the bulge in his shorts as she ran her fingers around it, gently teasing him without actually touching his hardness. Exhaling deeply, he looked over to the contract and began to feel a little guilty. God, what she was doing felt good, and she was really attractive, but he needed Victoria’s address. He had to find it.

He tore his eyes from the contract just before she looked up to him. She asked, "Do you want to take a bath?"

He nodded without saying a word as she stood smiling. "I’ll go run the water. You can keep looking at the contract and I’ll call you in when we’re ready. If you have any questions, we can go over them later."

She rushed away and he quickly searched through the pages. He could hear the sounds of water filling the tub, but the only address he could find in the listing contract was the one in Miami. Sighing, he grabbed the folder, and went through it. He searched through the papers until he found the moving company form, which included the delivery address. He smiled, then opened up the desk drawer, pulled out a blank piece of paper, and wrote down the address. Folding up the paper, he placed it in his pocket. He put the form back in the folder and stood thinking for a moment. He put on his shirt, walked out of the office, and headed toward the front door until he heard Rebecca yell out, "I’m back here. Just down the hall."

He stood there contemplating for a moment then decided to go back and make up some excuse why he needed to leave. He walked down the hall into the master bedroom then spotted her in the bathroom sitting in a large tub filled with bubbles. He stood just watching her as the water continued to fill the tub. She smiled at him. Her hair was pulled back, her make-up was washed off and she looked beautiful with the suds barely covering her full breasts. She turned off the water. He looked at her, torn, then stammered, "I’m not sure if…I think I’m still in love with, uh…and I mean you are gorgeous and everything, but…"

She looked at him a little disappointed then she kneeled up in the tub and put some body wash on a sponge. She said, "I understand if you want to leave. I just thought since we’re both unattached at the moment that we could, you know…" He eyed her bubble-covered waist and hips. Running the sponge slowly over her breasts, she squeezed it sending clear water down her body rinsing the bubbles away from her. His mouth opened wide as he could see her shapely hips and slightly hairy pussy with only a hint of suds remaining. He watched as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her own hands gently caressing her body. He could feel the heat boiling up in his loins as he stood there rubbing his chin and thinking.

Dropping the sponge in the water, she slowly began running her fingers all over her pussy. She slipped a finger between the soft pink folds, parting them, while she stared at him with her tongue barely visible from her lips. She had a look on her face that said she knew how to please a man, or at the very least she would give it her all. For a guy who had, up until a few weeks ago, only had sex with college girls who barely knew what they wanted or were doing in bed, these last two mature, experienced women were a mind-blowing change.

As he watched her, his cock continued to grow in his shorts. He shook his head slowly as he said, "Whoever left you should seek some professional help." Then he paused and added, "And I mean this as a compliment; you should wear less make-up. You’re gorgeous."

She beamed. She wanted him even more now. Staring into his eyes, she continued rubbing her pussy while leaning back a little to give him a better view of her swollen lips. The bulge in his shorts grew uncomfortable and he adjusted it with a grimace. Rebecca’s eyes locked on his shorts as she said in a sexy voice, "I could help you learn about real estate, but I could really help you with that."

Swallowing hard, he suddenly realized he really did need help with it. He quickly stripped off his shirt and the rest of his clothes then stood just outside the tub with his half-hard cock waving in front of her.

Gazing at his manhood, she said, "We don’t have to do everything, but we could just have some fun." He stepped into the tub. It was almost unbearably hot. Covering his cock and balls with his hands, he gradually slipped himself into the water. He gasped as he let his body adjust for a moment then he slowly pulled his hands away. She eyed his firm pecs as she said, "Let me wash you."

She moved back, placed her hands on his shoulders and guided him between her legs and facing away from her. He slipped back and she wrapped her legs around him. She pulled him to her until his back was pressed up against her breasts. Reaching down, he ran his hands along her thighs and felt her shudder at his touch. She poured body wash on a sponge then brought her hands in front of him, and he watched as she worked the soap in, seductively. Moving the sponge to his shoulder, she gently rubbed him clean from one side, to his neck and then to the other side. He bent his head forward and groaned softly. It felt fucking amazing. She moved to his arms then slowly washed his chest.

Sliding his hands down her legs, he ran his fingers under her sensitive knees and slowly pulled them up tighter around his waist. Her clitoris pressed up against his lower back and she paused a moment, captivated by the feel of his body touching her too long neglected pussy. She gazed over his shoulder as the tip of his hard cock stuck out of the water, covered with bubbles. Wrapping her arms around him, she slipped the sponge into the water and worked his cock and balls with it. He shut his eyes tight, basking in the feel of her touch and the hot water against his straining erection.

He leaned his head back and they kissed at an odd angle, struggling to connect. He reached under her and began running a finger into her pussy as she lifted her ass off the bottom of the tub to accommodate him.