He snaps the pictures with his phone and sends them off as instructed. He waits. Dark circles of sweat already forming on his red polo shirt. He looks out the tiny window in the small space he rents. Some months, he actually makes the rent payment. The landlord says nothing as the building is old and the air conditioning barely works and she wants to present a somewhat full building to prospective renters.
He sees the number, knows what the call is. He answers. A few questions and a promise of a call back.
Fifteen minutes after he's sent the pictures and filled out a very short application, he's told he can get $400 in cash at a nearby store. He says yes.
His phone tells him the nearest location is just over a mile away. He walks in the July heat as driving would mean giving up a treasured parking spot.
He returns and finds that the air conditioning on his floor is now working. He removes his shirt and uses napkins from the men's room to pat his body down. He stands near the vent and shivers as he is cooled.
He takes off his belt and leaves his shirt untucked. Opens the laptop and finds something resembling work to do.
A knock.
She's here. They never kiss. She doesn't like kissing.
He sits back behind his desk, she sits in the large, comfortable chair across from it.
Her voice. It is her voice that draws him in. Arouses him. He can't explain it, but when she talks, he is moved. His body reacts.
She is fifteen years younger, blonde curly hair, large breasts.
She's on her knees now, rubbing his thighs. He unbuttons his khakis, she unzips them.
Massaging his cock through boxer briefs, pulling it out.
He stands, pushes them down.
His cock is hard and the head is glistening with precum. She strokes it as he watches and smiles.
Teasing him with her tongue, tasting the saltiness.
He reaches down, urges her up and she removes her dress. His lips on her breasts, hungry, desperate.
She moves back down, his cock on her body.
He's back in her mouth, she's devouring him.
Hand in her hair, eyes closed, he's letting go. For one or two minutes, he allows himself to let go. As he becomes absorbed in the experience, his cock grows larger, pulses in her mouth.
He holds her head close, holds her still, thrusts and explodes and more and more. She's steady. When he removes his cock from her mouth, she licks it, uses her fingers to wipe up the cum, licks more.
He pulls up his pants, zips. He sits in the chair behind his desk.
His head light and fuzzy and wonderful. He looks at her, she smiles.
She makes up some reason she needs to leave and at the door, he hands her a small envelope with a crisp one hundred dollar bill inside.
She's there and gone in fifteen minutes.
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