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   OPEN HOUSE

   It was a bright and sunny Sunday, and although I wasn't looking for a
new home, visiting Open Houses had become an avocation of sorts.  It gave
me ideas about decorating, remodeling, and design, although I was not
prepared for any of the ideas I was to experience that afternoon.

   It wasn't a planned stop on my list from the local newspaper.  The
homemade FOR SALE sign indicated that the owners were selling the house
themselves.  I thought I remembered seeing this house up for sale before,
many months previous.  Curiousity got the best of me, so I pulled my car
over and parked.  Maybe it was the style of the two-story house, or perhaps
it was a sixth sense making me aware of an experience that awaited me
inside.  Whatever the reason, I approached the door and gently knocked.  A
woman's voice told me to come on in, so I wiped off my shoes and stepped
into the front foyer.

   A beautiful woman greeted me with a polite handshake and introduced
herself as Rhona, ostensibly the owner or maybe just a friend helping out.
I was still picking my jaw up from the floor.  Rhona was dressed in one of
the sexiest outfits I had ever seen, especially at a house showing.  Much
of her was showing as well, and she delighted in my reaction.  The first
thing I noticed was her face, almost childlike in the shape and features,
framed by flaxen-colored hair.  Next her blouse, which was silken and
unconstricting, based on the movement of her breasts I witnessed as she
shifted her weight from leg to leg.  But the most noticable of all were her
legs.  And what legs they were.  With only a swatch of material that passed
for an ultra mini skirt, her tan, shapely legs went "all the way up" as we
used to quip in high school.

   She showed me around the main floor, and the house turned out to be
nothing special, at least not as special as the person escourting me
around. We moved as one to the staircase, to see the rest of the house, but
I was looking forward to seeing something else.  Rhona led the way, and I
followed close behind to get the best possible view.  Her body swayed as
she ascended the stairs, probably at the same rate something was ascending
in my pants.  The view of her panties and wisps of pubic hair were just too
much for me to remain in complete control.  I'm sure she was aware of just
how closely I was following, but gave no outward indication.

   Upstairs, she pointed out the bedrooms, but did not lead the way nor
follow me in to any of them.  It was just as well, because by that time I
would have thrown her to any of the beds in a fit of pure lust.  She must
have noticed the larger than slight bulge in my slacks, despite the fact
that I kept looking at her over my shoulder when we talked.  With the
upstairs tour finished, I started down the stairs first.  About halfway
down, Rhona asked me if there was anything else I'd like to see.  I turned
to give her a polite "No thanks" when I saw that she was standing at the
top of the stairs with her miniskirt bunched around her waist, and one
dainty finger poised at her pouting mouth.  I didn't need a written
invitation.  I scurried up the stairs as she slid her panties down those
long legs and sat on the top step, legs still spread.  I started kissing
her legs at the ankles, and got the sweet smell of sex just about the time
I passed her knees.

   Rhona moaned as I passed my tongue quickly around her lower lips, and I
teased her clitoris just to get a reaction.  She reached behind my head and
drove it into her crotch, nearly smothering me in the process.  As my
tongue did its thing, Rhona began to shake and tremble, and I could have
sworn she shot a load of juice into my mouth as she came.  Meanwhile, my
hands had moved up to her pair of firm and round breasts, freed from their
flimsy covering by a little deft button work on my part.  The nipples were
very extended (my favorite kind) and I played with them as they grew harder
and harder.

   It was time for the big finish.  I scooped Rhona up in my arms and
carried her to the first bedroom I could find, placed her on the bed, and
finished removing her clothes, what there was of them.  Rhona worked at my
belt and buttons at the same time, and in a matter of seconds were both
stripped and ready for action.  Rhona didn't want any more foreplay, and
neither did I.  I climbed above her while she took my penis firmly in hand
and shoved it into her cunt.  Immediately we stared humping in rhythm,
mouths and tongues intertwined, hands caressing every inch of each others
torsos.  The orgasms came too soon, and we laid back on the bed, hand on
each others' sex, exhausted but happy.

   I figured we were done, but Rhona's actions indicated otherwise. 
Slowly, using her tongue, she stroked my body, starting with my chest and
ending at the intersection of my legs, where she came to rest, lips around
the head of my deflated penis.  But not for long.  Her licks and sucks and
movement got me erect a lot sooner than I thought I was able.  I responded
by gently guiding her into a position where I could apply analygous
stimulation.  After a couple of minutes, I turned Rhona onto her knees,
with her legs spread just a little, and saddled up behind her.  The contact
was electric, as I stroked her breasts and pushed deep again into her cunt.
She bucked like a wild stallion.  The rhythm was erratic, but all too soon
the excitement became too much to bear and I exploded again within the
warmth of her.

   I guess we never thought about other Open House visitors, and
fortunately for us none showed up during our liaison.

   We washed up in the master bathroom, side by side, still only patially
dressed.  She certainly was the most beautiful and sexiest woman I ever had
the pleasure to meet.  It was only sheer willpower that prevented me from
taking her back to the bed, my desire for her was so strong.  As we got
dressed, I asked Rhona about the house.  łOh, its not really for sale.  I
just use it to lure horny men like you into the sack.  It worked, didn't
it? And, if someone actually made an offer at my asking price, I'd have
enough to buy a nicer place for cash.˛ I was completely surprised at her
answer.  So it wasn't my charm after all.

   When we finally went back downstairs, another visitor had just come in.
I shook Rhona's hand and gave her a wink.  After all, I might want to see
the house again, on some random Sunday.

   An Original H M Tale