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Rental Property -- Part 2 of 2
By JiMC
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright (c) 2000 with
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story ("Rental Property").
The following is a work of fiction (actually, "FANTASY"). Any
resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental and
rather farfetched, if you ask me.
This is a story that describes some sexually explicit situations (albeit
not too graphic) in a fictional (remember fiction?) setting. The target
audience is adults (people over the age of eighteen) with broad minds.
This audience is getting harder and harder to find each year.
Final disclaimer -- I doubt that any of the people would act in the way
described herein. This is just fantasy, and should be treated as such.
This fantasy takes place in the late 1970s or early 1980s.
* * *
[Continued from Part 1]
I turned her around. Her eyes were still closed, and her breathing
was getting slower again. I put my hands on her backside.
Her eyes opened. She looked at me, and there was some emotion in her
eyes. Her head nodded just a bit slightly, as if to give me
permission. I kneaded her buttocks through the panties, and then
moved my hand to the top of her panties and started to pull them down.
As her panties came down, I started to see her pubic hairs. They were
soft and brown. I almost lost control and started to touch them, but
remembered that I only owned the clothes... not her!
I moved my hand between her thighs and felt the material of her
panties right below her crotch. It was a bit moist -- not wet. As I
pushed up, just a tiny bit, I heard a slight gasp from her. I looked
up at her face; her eyes were closed again. I thought I could detect
the slightest moan.
I touched her again, rubbing gently. The moaning was a little more
pronounced. I squatted down to her pussy level and moved my hands to
the top edges of her panties. With a sudden move, that caused her
whole body to jerk, I had moved them down her legs, her knees holding
them up.
I inhaled the aroma of her pussy. It smelled pungent with a slight
whiff of perfume and talc. I closed my eyes, inhaling her for a
minute or so.
She moved her knees closer, causing the panties to fall to her ankles.
I took that as a cue, and brought each foot out. Bobbie lifted each
leg in turn to free the panties. I deposited them on top of her bra.
I put my hands on her backside, and slowly guided her to the love
seat, being careful to not have her sit on the clothes. As she sat
down, I removed each of her sandals, and placed them on top of her
clothes.
I looked at her sitting there, totally nude. Her eyes were open now.
I wondered what she was thinking... Did she think I'd force myself on
her?
After drinking in the beauty of my nude co-worker sitting in the love
seat, I reluctantly turned my attention to her... rather, my...
clothes. I put the sandals on Don's desk, and then picked up each
item of clothing, folding them carefully.
I walked to the other side of Don's desk, and sat down in his chair.
She was looking at me curiously. What was I going to do next? I
smiled to myself, another inspiration hitting me.
* * *
I opened one of the side drawers in the desk, and found a couple of
empty grocery bags that Don kept there. I pulled out one, and opened
it. I put her sandals into the bag, followed by her jump suit, when
Bobbie decided to talk for the first time.
"Jim... what are you doing with my clothes?"
"What do you mean, YOUR clothes? You sold them to me. Don't you
remember?"
She looked at me in astonishment. She had thought that the deal was
that she would undress (or be undressed) and that was it. A look of
concern started to wash over her face as she realized that I had
intended to KEEP the clothes!
"But... but... I cannot go out of the office... like THIS!" she
said, looking down at her nude body.
I shrugged. "A deal's a deal. You agreed to sell them, didn't you?"
Panic started to cross her face. "But... Henry will KILL me... I
cannot leave here NAKED!"
"Hmmmm... we have another quandary here, don't we?" I said, looking
her straight in the eyes.
She thought about the $800 that she had in her purse. "OK. I'll buy
them back for $100."
"No, Bobbie. I bought them for $800. And I don't want to sell them.
Ever!"
"$200?" she asked.
I shook my head. "Not even for a thousand. I've always loved seeing
you in that jump suit. And now, whenever I look at that jump suite, I
will remember you out of it. This is a memory that I will cherish!"
"$300?"
I continued to shake my head. "Bobbie. I promise you, I'm not
interested in selling these!" I shook the bag with my new
acquisitions.
Her eyes had a pleading look.
"What do you want? Another kiss? I liked that last one," she
pleaded.
I shrugged. She decided to take the initiative. She got up off the
love seat and walked around to the other side of the desk. She bent
down and kissed me. I kissed her back, and our tongues played with
each other again. It was as if they had missed each other in the ten
minutes they had been away.
Emboldened, I reached out and cupped her buttocks. She shook a
little, and then let out a bit of a sigh. Her tongue never stopped
playing with mine.
The position of my head was such that I could only see her left
breast. Her nipple was standing out, erect. I brought my right hand
off her butt and gave the nipple a tweak. She let me play with her
nipple, giving me another soft moan.
Suddenly, she took her head away from mine, and took my right hand and
placed it back on her ass. She then moved her left breast to my lips.
She pushed it into my mouth and I started to suck.
I flicked the nipple with the tip of my tongue, and started to knead
her backside at the same time.
I was in heaven. Here I was, sucking the breast of a woman who just
twenty minutes ago, refused to sell me six kisses for $100 each!
I pulled away from her left breast.
"Well, Bobbie, you can be pretty persuasive," I told her.
She went to pick up the bag with the clothes in it, and I stopped her.
"Wait. I didn't agree to sell you these!"
"But... but, you just kissed me! I thought you'd sell them back for
a kiss. And I let you touch me..."
"No! I didn't. You just asked me what I wanted and then started
kissing me. I never agreed to anything more."
She looked like she was ready to cry. "Huh???" She sniffed a bit, and
her eyes actually started to tear. It was a look that almost broke my
heart. "So, what do you want. You KNOW that I cannot leave here
without my clothes!"
I closed my eyes. I made it look like I was thinking deeply.
I felt her lips on mine again. I opened my eyes, and she pulled back
slightly, and said, "That's OK. This is for free, Jim."
She kissed me again. Our tongues did their little dance once more. I
enjoyed the sensations, savoring her taste.
I felt a tug on the zipper of my pants.
My eyes shot open.
"Is THIS what you want? I can tell that it's excited!" She continued
to pull the zipper down. "If I suck you, will you give me back my
clothes? Huh? I'll suck you today, and any other time you want to do
it!"
My dick got even harder, if that was at all possible. It was
straining against my boxers already. She already had the zipper open,
and was starting to unbuckle my pants.
"Wait, Bobbie! No! Wait!" I couldn't believe I was hearing myself
turn down a blow job from a gorgeous co-worker. My dick was
incredulous as well, but remained hard, hoping against hope.
"Listen, Bobbie. I really want those clothes. I wasn't lying to you
when I told you what they mean to me."
She was getting desperate. "What do you want? Do you want me to fuck
you? I'll fuck you. C'mon, Jim!"
"No, Bobbie. We can't do that. Please, wait!" She looked at me. The
tears started to well up in her eyes again.
"What?" she asked. Her whole face was about to explode into a cry.
"I have a compromise! I'll keep the clothes AND you can still wear
them."
Her forehead crinkled in confusion. "Huh??? What are you talking
about?"
"You want to buy back your clothes, right?"
She nodded, still very confused.
"Well, what if I rent them to you?"
"What do you mean, 'rent them?'" she asked, suddenly wary.
"Exactly what it sounds like. I keep ownership of these things," I
said, tapping the bag. "And you get to wear them... for a price."
"What price?" she asked.
I thought for a moment. I closed my eyes, thinking of how to word
this properly. I had done very well so far, and didn't want to fuck
things up completely now.
"OK," I started. "I told you before that I wanted that outfit so that
I could remember what happened today. I meant it. Whenever I see
that outfit, I will remember today. I'll remember taking it off you,
and I'll remember you kissing me." I stopped, not wanting to get into
things that would embarrass her, but I had to continue.
"Now, you offered me oral sex, and even intercourse, 'as often as I
want,' if I remember correctly."
She grimaced as I said this. I continued.
"Now, intercourse is TOTALLY out of the question. You told me when
you first came in here that you didn't want to cheat on Henry, and I
don't want you to cheat on him. You have my assurance on that."
She looked a little more relieved now.
"You still need something to wear tonight, and I don't want you to get
in trouble with the police or with Henry, so, listen to my next
proposal:
"First, I retain ownership, plain and simple. That outfit is MINE. I
bought and paid for it. Agreed?"
She nodded her head. This didn't sound too bad. Yet.
"Next, you want to wear the outfit home, or Henry will know something
is up. I don't want you to get in trouble. Still with me?"
Another nod.
"OK. I'll let you wear this outfit, which is mine now, home. I still
want to be able to see that outfit. You can satisfy this requirement
by simply wearing the same outfit... the EXACT SAME OUTFIT... once a
week or every two weeks -- sort of like how you do now"
She looked at me, surprised that I knew her dressing habits. It
didn't really really hit her until then that I REALLY liked that
outfit. This may be weird, but it didn't sound too bad yet. She
nodded slightly.
I continued, "However, since the outfit is mine, every time you wear
it, I retain the option, as the rightful owner of the outfit, to
'inspect' my property. To make sure it is in, um... good condition,
of course." I winked a bit at her. She smiled back, self-consciously.
She then realized that she would have to undress... or be
undressed... again. She wasn't nodding as much now.
She had a thought. "But... Don will be back in this office on
Friday. We won't be able to do this again."
I smiled. She was actually considering the idea. I decided to
continue.
"We can do it wherever it is most convenient for the both of us. Some
place where we can have our privacy. It will be my responsibility to
come up with an appropriate place, and you have to approve the
location or offer another suitable location as an alternative. OK?"
She nodded again, still a bit unsure.
"And we now come to the rental fee..."
She was now really unsure. She didn't think of fees... just a little
harmless undressing occasionally. "What do you mean by 'rental fee?'"
she asked.
"Within the bounds of what we agreed to before, about you and I both
not wanting you to cheat on Henry, you will grant me one wish each
time I perform an 'inspection' on your outfit."
"One wish?"
"Something that you will agree to, within the bounds that I mentioned.
A kiss, perhaps. A suck on your tit. Remember that you already
offered to suck me before. Something that you and I agree to at the
time."
"I have approval as to what you can wish?" she asked, still not quite
trusting.
"Yes. If you don't approve of something, you can suggest something
else, until we both agree on something. OK?"
"That doesn't sound too bad."
"OK. Final terms. We both know that this cannot go on perpetually.
The outfit won't last forty or fifty years, for one thing." We both
smiled at that. "So, let's just guarantee a rental period of three
months, and we can renegotiate after that for a longer period."
"Renegotiate?" she asked.
"Yes. Things can change. I want us both to be able to think of
better and different terms."
She nodded. It made sense.
"And, at the end of any three-month terms, you may cancel the rental
contract completely by returning the outfit, and undergoing one final
'inspection,'" I said.
"You make it sound like a legal contract," she commented.
I nodded. "Well, as far as I am concerned, it's legally binding. I
would expect that your pride and honor would make you live up to your
end of the deal."
"OK. You have a deal, Jim," she said.
"One more thing. Our friendship remains. Despite this rental
agreement, and any other future agreements, we both must agree to
remain friends, or else this contract is terminated right here and
now. I don't want to lose your friendship, which I cherish more than
anything else."
"Awww, Jim," she cooed. "You are so sweet. It's a deal, then!"
"Deal it is," I responded. I automatically offered a handshake to
seal the deal.
"No handshake, buster!" She smiled at me. "Let's seal this with a
kiss!"
I smiled.
She said, "Close your eyes, Jim!"
I closed my eyes, expecting her lips to meet mine, and our tongues to
resume their wicked dance. My lips were already parted. All of a
sudden, I felt a warm tickle on my lips, and I puckered up, expecting
to give her another kiss.
I was surprised to find something else there... a nipple. I opened
my mouth a bit more, and started playing with the nipple with my
tongue. I could feel her chest move with each breath she took.
I felt another stirring in my loins. My eyes were still closed, and I
was basking in all the sensations once more. This was heaven.
Her nipple left my mouth, leaving my mouth puckering for more.
I kept my eyes closed, trying to remember each an every taste and all
the sensations.
Then I felt her hand surround my cock. I didn't remember my cock
being out... did she pull it out while I was sucking on her breast?
A new... warm... feeling wrapped around my cock. It was exquisite.
My dick felt wonderful... more wonderful than it had ever felt
before.
I felt her hair against my thighs as her head bobbed up and down,
sending wonderful chills throughout my body.
A stirring started in my loins, and I realized that I didn't have too
long to go. I didn't know if she wanted me to cum in her mouth...
and I was too mesmerized by the experience to get a word out.
She seemed to know what was cumming... and she increased her tempo,
sucking deeper and harder. I erupted into her mouth. I wasn't
watching to see if she had swallowed it all; I promise you that it
really didn't matter at the time.
I must have passed out from the sensation, since the next thing I
know, I saw a goddess wearing a lovely white (with black and red check
stripes) jump suit and sandals.
"Wake up, Jim!" She shook my shoulder.
I was on the love seat... how did I get from the swivel chair to
there?
I glanced at my watch. It was about 6 PM. I couldn't remember
anything past about 5:20 PM.
She gave me a small kiss. I cringed inwardly, suddenly remembering
that she had swallowed my jism before, but gave her a tongue in
return. I didn't taste anything different... just Bobbie. Her
tongue waved bye-bye to my tongue.
"See ya tomorrow," she said, as she unlocked the door and left the
office, shutting the door behind her.
I saw the grocery bag still on the desk, and went around the desk to
return it to Don's drawer. There was something still inside it. I
reached in, and found her panties and bra, as well as a note:
Dear Jim,
I still think you are the sweetest man that I've ever met.
Keep these as souvenirs.
You can pay a visit to your new purchase next Tuesday.
Love,
Bobbie
I smiled, and put them all back into the bag, folded it up.
I walked out of the office and turned into the hallway that led to the
elevator. Bobbie was just entering the elevator car. She held the
"door open" button for me, and I ran to catch it.
The car was empty, as it usually is on a weekday evening. And it was
notoriously slow making its nine floor crawl to the main lobby.
She had a cold look in her eyes. She said, with a stern warning in
her voice which made my heart sink.
"Jim, if I EVERY catch you alone with me again..." she started, "I'll
SCREAM if I don't feel your hands on my tits, ass, or pussy within ten
seconds. Nine. Eight..."
It took another couple of seconds for what she said to completely
register. I grabbed her ass with my left hand, and her left tit with
my right hand. She started kissing me while rubbing my once-again
hardening member. I counted the rings as the elevator passed the
seventh floor... sixth...
We were both hot and bothered by the time the second floor bell rang.
We rearranged ourselves just in time for the doors to open in the main
lobby, where a security guard, looking bored, was sitting, waiting for
us to sign out.
She signed first, and as I picked up the pen, she called back to me.
"See ya tomorrow, Jim. And remember our project on Tuesday."
* * *
Epilogue
I would love to be able to say that we stuck to that "rental
agreement" for the next few years, but that would be a lie.
When I met Bobbie the next Tuesday, I was surprised during my
"inspection" that she was wearing the jump suit and sandals, and
nothing else. Bobbie told me that since I still had possession of her
panties and bra, she felt that it would be "going against the spirit
of the agreement" for her to wear other ones.
Our rental agreement did last for the first three month period, and we
both enthusiastically agreed to another three-month extension.
However, just a month into the second rental period, I was given a
great job offer at another company that I couldn't turn down. It was
very hard deciding between the better pay and benefits, versus the
"special benefits" I was earning with Bobbie, but in the end, even
Don, my boss, urged me to take the other job... it was just a better
milestone in my career path.
In keeping with our agreement, my "wishes" during this period were
usually pretty simple... a kiss (my tongue had a longing for hers)...
a massage (sometimes she was receiving, sometimes it was me)... a
relaxing suck on her breasts. Occasionally, she would veto a request,
and instead make me agree to oral sex (both giving and receiving), and
the last time before I moved to my other job, we "said our farewells"
with a classic sixty-nine.
I did see Bobbie after that. I paid the old office a visit once or
twice, and even though I never had planned or announced any of those
visits in advance, each time I visited, Bobbie was wearing that same
jump suit and sandals. And she'd insist on having lunch with me, and
asking, no... demanding me... to "inspect" her -- once in a
semi-public place -- and I must tell you that she was never caught
wearing any underwear ever.
When we talked, I knew that Bobbie and Henry's marriage was still
going strong. She had a profound love for him, even though she seemed
to have an equally profound lust for little ol' me.
I never really had any girl friends, devoting most of my time to work.
I had found an accountant that help me invest most of my savings into
good investments, mostly in tech and software stocks, which gave me an
unbelievable rate of return... I figure that I will be able to retire
in luxury at the age of forty-five... unless I still feel like
working!
I received Christmas cards from Henry and Bobbie every year without
fail (even though I never send them out myself). Bobbie always wrote
about the things that were happening in her life, and usually put in
some cryptic message about our rental agreement. I wondered if Henry
ever knew what she was talking about.
A couple of years ago in May, I received a card in the mail from
Bobbie. I was surprised, it not being Christmas season. It was a
simple card telling me that Henry had passed away after his second
heart operation, and wondering if I could pay my last respects to him.
His funeral was only a couple of days away.
I was shocked. Bobbie had never told me anything about Henry's
declining health, and it made her coy sexual references in her recent
Christmas cards seem rather callous. But despite that, I really
wanted to see Bobbie again; I had only met Henry once or twice before,
but never after we started our rental agreement.
When I got to the funeral home, I saw Bobbie, dressed in a black suit
(I must admit to you that I had fantasized that she'd be wearing that
white jump suit the the check lines...). She talking with some
friends or relatives. I walked up to her and offered her a handshake
in consolation, but she grabbed my hand and turned it into a kiss
(even poking at my lips with her tongue). I was shocked at this
display at her husband's wake!
I broke off the kiss, and she smiled at me. I saw Sam, a person I
knew from the old office, and made some small talk with him.
Apparently, Sam had known of Henry's failing health. Bobbie came
over, and took Sam away, talking about something or another.
I was feeling out of place, and a bit guilty. Bobbie came over, and
clasped my hand like an old friend. She quickly reached into her
jacket pocket and pulled out another card that had my name on it. She
asked me to read it while she attended to her other guests.
The handwriting wasn't Bobbie's. I opened up the letter, and read:
Dear Jim,
My wonderful Bobbie has told me all about you. She is a
wonderful doll, and a joy to be with, as you must know,
yourself.
You see, the day that she arrived home late from work, she
told me all about her financial arrangement with you. She
wanted to borrow money from you, but you wouldn't hear of it
and offered to give it to her free and clear. She also told
me that she could not take something for nothing, and then
explained about the rather unique purchase/sale and your
equally interesting rental agreement. I must say, her
description of what happened got me excited and we had the
most wonderful sex we had ever had. I won't bore you with the
details, though.
She was also very forthcoming about each of your little
rendezvous ever since. I knew whenever she wore that outfit
that I was going to be in for some hot times that night.
Apparently you have never failed her -- or me!
I know that I am in ill health, and the doctors haven't given
me that much longer to live. I just wanted to let you know
that I have appreciated everything that you have done for
Bobbie, and that you had done some wonderful things for me as
well!
Fondest wishes, Henry
I was stunned, to say the least. I stood up to visit the casket, and
pay my last respects to this interesting man. I knelt at the casket,
and found myself at a complete loss for words. There were tears in my
eyes.
I was aware of somebody else next to me. I didn't look, but in just a
few minutes, I recognized Bobbie's memorable perfume. I heard her
say, in just a whisper, "Here he is, Hank. Now he knows that he made
the both of us very happy."
I was too dumb struck to say anything, so I got up silently and left.
I attended his funeral the next day, staying in the back and keeping a
low profile. I decided to not go to the cemetery.
* * *
A few months later, I received a registered letter for me from some
attorneys whose names I didn't recognize. In the letter, they asked
me to contact them about an inheritance.
I thought this was a scam, but the registered letter looked official.
I looked up the attorneys' names in the phone book. They had a
listing, but there was no large advertisement. I was still a bit
unsure when I got the great idea to call my accountant at home (I was
a rather profitable customer, so I was afforded those kinds of
luxuries). Yes, my accountant had heard of them. They were a very
high-brow partnership, usually dealing in personal matters.
I decided to call the number. I was a bit surprised when the lady at
the other end answered by telling me my full name by way of a greeting
(even including my middle name, which I no longer use).
"That would be me," I answered.
"I have an unusual bequest here from an inheritance. I am supposed to
read this bequest to you. I can do this on the phone if you will
verify your identity to me," said the lady at the other end of the
phone. "Alternatively, I can visit your house to read it to you in
person, or if you would prefer, you can visit our offices and I can
read it to you there."
"I have not had a relative die recently. This cannot be about me," I
answered.
"I assure you that it is, if your full name is -------," she answered,
giving my full name again.
"That is my name, but I am not aware what you are talking about."
"It says here that you will understand when you hear the bequest," she
answered.
"OK. Who is my benefactor?" I asked.
"I'm afraid that I am not at liberty to tell you that. In fact, this
part of the will was appended as a special codicil that was
specifically requested not be made public to anybody except the
beneficiary, which would be you, and the executor of the will, which
would be me," she replied. "I can also assure you that this codicil
does not in any way enhance nor negate the remaining value of the
estate, so it will not be challenged."
I decided that I'd play along. Who knows what would happen?
"Thank you. The bequest states: 'To the one person that offered me
and my family money without any strings attached, and from whom I
refused that offer, I leave a rental property, for him to do with as
he chooses. He will know what I am referring to,'" the lady quoted.
"Is that it?" I asked.
"Well, sir, the rental property in question has no liens on it, and it
comes with no strings attached. You do not need to do anything if you
wish to exercise your claim. If you do not wish to exercise your
claim, the property becomes available to anybody interested, with no
income or penalties to be assessed to the estate or the beneficiary."
It still sounded like a scam. Offering somebody something, but not
telling him what it is. People like me with lots of money tend to get
these sorts of 'proposals' all the time. 'Just send some money and
get your inheritance.' It's too good to be true. Only, I didn't hear
the request for money yet.
"Is that all? Nothing else?" I asked.
"Yes, sir. You will receive no more communications from me or the
estate whether or not you wish to exercise your claim," she said.
"You will be informed shortly on how to exercise your claim, if you so
desire."
"Well, thank you very much. I'm sure you have made somebody's day," I
told her in a slightly annoyed voice. I didn't want to play any
games, really.
I hung up the phone.
If this was not a joke, and there was real property involved, I'd
eventually put my accountant onto it. He'd either sell it if it
wasn't a good deal, or keep it. Either way, it was no bother to me.
I started to walk to the kitchen. Just at that moment, I heard the
door bell ring.
I opened the door, and there was Bobbie, in that wonderful jump suit.
"Hi, Jim. I was told to deliver to you the rental property in
question." She looked down at her jump suit and then flashed her
pretty blue eyes at me.
She's been living with me ever since. It was as wonderful as the old
days, and even better... since we are able to do just about anything
and still keep our agreement "to not cheat on Henry."
** THE END **
Hope you enjoyed this -- JiMC
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