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A blazing sunset painted the far horizon as the young real estate appraiser drove toward the western edge of the county where she had an evening appointment.
“Please be careful, hon, you know it’s dangerous out there,” her husband had reminded her at lunch.
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll be all right,” she had said. “I can take care of myself. I’m not exactly helpless, you know.”
Dana was dark-haired and confident, somewhere in her mid-30s. Sometimes, she was afraid. She would have to admit that. But not very often. In her purse was a potent can of pepper spray, which she would not hesitate to use if the situation ever called for it. Also in her purse was her trusty cell phone, which was like an extention of her right arm. She used it often and had massive bills at the end of each month. But where would she be without it?
The two-lane road seemed to grow more and more deserted as she neared her destination, the old Remshaw place, which was about 10 miles past the last gas station and over a steep hill near the edge of the national forest.
She hadn’t seen another vehicle for miles, not since she had finally been able to pass the dilapidated logging truck, which seemed to be near death. It had been creeping along at a snail’s pace.
Just when she thought she would never get there, Dana spotted what had to be the old Remshaw place. It might have been an attractive piece of real estate, had it not been so neglected. But in its present state, the seller would be lucky to get half of what it could be worth with just a little effort.
About a quarter mile off the main road on a slight rise at the end of a winding dirt road, the old Remshaw place was an imposing site with its two stories, expansive front porch and towering live oaks flanking the sides.
Dana didn’t think anyone was home, at least that was her understanding. The boards creaked as she stepped on the front porch and opened the envelop that old man Remshaw had given her. Inside it was the key, which was a bit cankered. Without bothering to knock, she turned the lock and opened the front door.
A musty smell greeted her, permeating from the dim interrior, which was lit only by the sinking sun and would be dark in a few minutes. Old man Remshaw had told her to look in the front closet for a keresene lamp, which should provide her with more than enough light to perform her inspection of the rambling old Southern home.
Right away, Dana noticed that the floorplan was a bit odd.
“Yeah, when I got bored, I just built another room,” old man Remshaw had bragged. “Did it all myself, I did.”
Making notes, she walked through the living room with its high ceiling and massive esenyurt escort fireplace. Who wouldn’t like this, she thought. With a little work, this place could be really nice.
Suddenly, she was a bit startled. She thought she heard a noise coming from one of the back rooms, but it was probably nothing. It’s probably just somebody’s cat prowling around, she thought.
This might be a good investment, she decided. Maybe she would recommend it to her uncle who bought and sold real estate. Or maybe she would even mention it to her husband. They had talked about one day moving to a more private location with a little more room. This place certainly qualified as private and the rooms were even larger than she had imagined.
Walking down the hallway, she thought about how the place could be decorated. If it were hers, she would probably choose a folksy, country decor to create a laid-back, downhome atmosphere, something just plain everyday people could enjoy after a hard day’s work.
Continuing to jot down notes on her pad, she checked each bedroom. They had no closets, but they were larger than what one would find in most more modern homes.
Then, it was time to check a room that jutted off oddly to one side near the rear of the home.
When she opened the door, for a moment, she could not believe her eyes. She screamed, then dropped her notebook. To the rear of the room in a far corner was an unshaven, naked man in a whirlpool.
He looked even more surprised than her, as his jaw dropped.
Not knowing what to do, he jumped up, splashing water everywhere.
Then, as if he had forgotten that he was naked, he covered his private parts with his huge hands.
“Just who the hell are you,” he said, squinting just a bit.
Red-faced and trembling, Dana tried to regain her composure. She had never had anything happen like this before. The home was supposed to have been vacant since the last renters moved out a couple of months ago.
“Uh, hi there. My name is Dana … Dana Smith … Mrs. Dana Smith. I’m a real estate appraiser from the city. I’m here to give a fair-market appraisal of this home. Uh, who are you?”
“Well, well, well,” said the man, who appeared to be about the same age as Dana. “You don’t say.”
Appearing satisfied with her explanation, he took his hands down and walked toward her.
“Now, uh, just wait a minute. Don’t come any closer,” said Dana, who picked up her notebook and held it in front of her as though it were some kind of magic shield. “Look, I didn’t know anyone would be here. You, you…there wasn’t supposed to be anyone here.”
“Oh, don’t be so afraid, baby,” avrupa yakası escort he said. “I’m just going to get my towel over here.”
Glancing to one side, Dana noticed that there was indeed a towel, lying heaped in the floor just a few feet away.
“Well, OK,” she said, taking a deep breath.
She also noticed that the man had a nice smile and other nice features as well. He appeared strong, with well developed muscles. Maybe he was some sort of weight lifter, she thought. He had especially nice shoulders and thighs.
And then there was his dick.
She was sure it was a little bigger than her husband’s. It flopped around as he walked over and picked up the towel.
“Don’t worry about this,” he said with a wink. “It doesn’t bother me, if it doesn’t bother you.”
Turning her head out of modesty, Dana couldn’t help but glance back as the man leaned over to pick up the towel. It was just as she had imagined. He had one fine rippling ass.
“Uh, are you an athlete?” she asked. Oh, boy, what a stupid question, she thought, no sooner than it had left her mouth. He made her feel like a sophomore in high school again as she looked at his firm, toned body.
He smiled, revealing a set of white teeth that would be the envy of any guy who had ever meant to try out for a toothpaste commercial.
“Well, as a matter of fact, I am,” he said. “Well, sort of. I used to play some minor league baseball until my injury. Now I’m here working out, trying to get back in shape. I hope to try out for the team again next spring. By then, I should be ready.”
“You…you seem to be in pretty good shape,” said Dana.
Oh, she couldn’t believe the things she was saying to him. She really should be leaving. What would her husband think? Could this guy be trusted? Was he dangerous?
All kinds of questions, some fearful, passed through her mind, yet she lingered.
“Was there something more you wanted,” said the man, an air of confidence in his voice.
“Uh, no, not really,” said Dana, her faced flushed more than ever now.
“Well, I think there could be,” said the man, grinning. “You may not realize it, but I haven’t pumped it yet today.”
“Excuse me,” said Dana.
“Oh, I mean I haven’t pumped it, you know. Pumped iron.”
He laughed loudly.
“What did you think I meant?”
“Well, I wasn’t so sure.”
“Hey, how much do you weigh?”
“That’s a bit personal, isn’t it?”
“You look to be about the right size.”
“The right size for what?”
“Just come here and I’ll show you.”
A bit hesitantly at first, anadolu yakası escort Dana walked toward the man.
He embraced her, squeezed her ass quite firmly with his strong fingers and gave her a deep tongue kiss.
“Oh, my,” said Dana, gasping for breath. She felt her body begin to give in. She didn’t often cheat on her husband. She wasn’t sure why she was doing it now. But she was sure of one thing. She wanted more.
Gently, the man begin undoing the buttons on her navy dress and a moment later it fell to the floor. Before she knew it her bra and panties followed, also falling to the floor.
There she was, stark naked before this perfect stranger with a body like those she had only seen in magazines or the movies. Seeing it in the flesh and now actually touching it was a different experience all together.
“Come here, baby, I think you’re going to like this,” said the man in a low tone.
He cupped his large hands and put them on her ass. The next thing she knew, he was lifting her like a set of barbells, then fitting her on his erect dick.
“Ahhhhh, what a workout,” he said. “This beats weight lifting, anyday.”
Repeatedly, he raised and lowered her up and down his cock, as though she were a human set of bar bells.
The feeling was sensational, like none she had ever had.
How long could he do this, she wondered as he went on and on, raising and lowering her to the pleasure of them both.
“Oh, baby, I can do this for … almost forever,” the man said, almost in a moan now. “How long can you stand it.”
“Oh, just keep going…just a little longer now,” said Dana,breathing deeply now.
On and on it went, the clinging and jerking until finally he exploded inside her and they collapsed onto the floor, her boobs flopping all over his face.
“Oh, God, that was great,” said Dana.
“Yes, it was,” said the man. “Like I said, you’re just the right size. Just perfect for a good workout. You’ll have to come back sometime.”
“Well, maybe I will,” said Dana. “Maybe I will. Maybe there will be a few things I’ll have to come back and check on. You know, to make my report more complete.”
“Right,” said the man with a laugh. “I know just what you mean.”
“Just who the hell are you, anyway, if you don’t mind saying,” said Dana.
“Well, pleased to meet you,” said the man, extending his massive hand. “I’m Todd Remshaw, old man Remshaw’s oldest son. “My dad doesn’t know I’m here. I didn’t want to worry him. I just thought I’d come here and workout until I recovered from my injury, then return to the team. And now, I’m glad I came.”
“Well, you know what?” said Dana. “I’m glad you came, too. As a matter of fact, I’m glad we both came.”
They laughed together like a couple of new-found friends, before Dana had to return home.
“I’ll be waiting for you, whenever you can make it again,” said the man. “You know I need to workout regularly.”
“Sure thing,” said Dana with a broad smile. “I’ll see you again one day soon.”
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