Simon Jillson: Real estate saleswoman

The wait for her ring to be answered increased Judy's nervousness. She wished she was certain of the time. Her watch had quit working and she couldn't afford to have it fixed.

Reluctantly, she pressed the rectangular ivory button a second time.

There was a sound and Judy fought the urge to step back another pace. Determinedly, she held her ground as the door swung open.

"Good morning, Mrs. Penncroft."

Judy took in the man's robe, his dark hair plastered flat on his head with water. Had he just been in the shower? "I'm sorry," she stuttered, "I thought you said…"

"I did," he assured her calmly, his voice, a baritone, giving the impression of restrained power. "Please, come in, Mrs. Penncroft."

"If it's inconvenient, Mr. Shein, I could come back later?" Judy suggested timidly, mentally berating herself for her shyness, and for getting off to such a bad beginning.

"Now is convenient," he said decisively. "Come in. I was just enjoying my morning workout. We can talk when I finish it."

"Is-Is Mrs. Shein here?" Judy asked. She followed the man reluctantly, having the feeling that the entire visit was getting off to a disastrous start. She had never been comfortable with Steven Shein. In spite of his physical size, only about five foot six, something about him was intimidating. He had a raw power about him that had always made her nervous.

"My wife is out for the day," he answered, leading the way to the glass doors that opened out on the pool and the deck.

Adding to Judy's discomfort was the sight of Mr. Shein's bare calves below the knee-length robe. Thick curling black hair was plastered against his well-tanned skin. His powerful muscles flexed with every step.

"Maybe I should come back some other time?" Judy ventured again.

Mr. Shein slid the glass door open, stood aside, and motioned Judy through. "Might as well talk with me right now," he replied. "Paula will go along with any decision I make."

Judy blinked against the glare and tumbled to get her dark glasses out. The house, built in the shape of a horseshoe, perched on a steep hillside. The open end hung out over a void.

"Help yourself to some coffee," Mr. Shein suggested. "I have only a few more laps to go." He waved her toward a coffeepot on a table off to one side.

"Uh, thank you." Judy hoped having coffee would give her an opportunity to regain her composure. The fine bone china cup clinked softly on the saucer from the shaking of her hand. A loud splash from the pool almost made her drop it. She carefully focused her attention on adding sugar and cream, then turned toward the sound of Mr. Shein sprinting the length of the pool.

Coffee scalded her thumb as the cup lurched, spilling the hot liquid. Judy wrenched her eyes away from the swimmer, trying not to stare. Then she couldn't help it, and looked again.

He was naked. His discarded robe lay on a lounge near the pool. His buttocks, hard and muscled, rolled slightly with every powerful arm pull, flexed strongly with every kick. Those hard globes of muscle were only slightly less tan than the strong shoulders and back. It was obvious he often "worked out" in the nude.

Judy's hand was shaking, making the cup rattle loudly. She looked around for some escape, and found none. She wanted to leave, but didn't dare. Her potential customer had made it clear he wanted her to stay. If she left now she would lose all chance for a sale – and the kidney machine.

Still shaking, she perched nervously on the edge of the lounge. She tried not to stare at the naked man as he swam but failed. Her eyes tracked him steadily from one end of the pool to the other. His quick, efficient racing turns at the end of each lap sent a glittering shower of water high in the air and displayed a quick flash of trim ass.

Somehow sensing that he was almost finished, Judy set her cup down and picked up his robe. She wanted to head him off, to keep him from getting out of the pool and walking straight toward her to get it.

He touched the end of the pool and stood up smoothly. The edge of the pool cut just above his groin – all Judy could see was his bare muscular torso. Desperately, she advanced on him, the robe extended ahead of herself like a shield.

Mr. Shein placed his palms on the edge of the pool. Just before she got to him, he vaulted smoothly out. A wave of cool water sloshed across the deck, soaking Judy's feet, making her dance awkwardly and ineffectively in an attempt to keep her sandals dry.

"Thanks, but I'm not done yet," he informed her, brushing the robe aside. Picking up a towel, he quickly dried his face. He seemed oblivious of his nudity.

Judy wasn't. She tried to keep from looking at the man, but couldn't. He was solid muscle. Thick black hair coated his body. His relaxed cock was short and stubby. Even limp it had an impressive diameter. Its skin was dark, its head a dusky purple.

Judy wrenched her eyes away, hoping he hadn't noticed her staring. Clutching the robe tightly in both hands, she went back to the lounge where she had left her coffee. Picking up the cup and saucer she turned her back.

"Now – what was it – exactly – that you – wanted?" Mr. Shein huffed between exercises.

"I wanted to ask you to list your house with me," Judy stuttered.

"Sorry – I can't – hear you," he responded.

Judy bit her lip and turned around. Her eyes focused immediately on his cock where it dangled below him as he did push-ups. The muscles in his arms, back and shoulders flexed powerfully as he dipped toward the deck, then rose smoothly. She repeated what she had said about getting the listing. She was feeling hot inside, and her legs were suddenly very shaky.

Judy's discomfort was anything but eased when her client stopped exercising and turned to sit facing her, his legs spread and his arms hooked around his knees. Her gaze went straight up between his legs to where his cock and balls nestled between his thick, hairy thighs.

"You think that I am interested in selling this house?" Mr. Shein asked.

Judy knew he had seen where she was looking and flushed. "You are, aren't you? You indicated the other day that you were."

"That I might be," he corrected, lying flat on his back on the deck and putting his hands behind his head, "if the price is right."

"But…"

"Would you hold my feet?" he asked, interrupting her.

"I'd rather…"

"I still have to do my sit-ups," he informed her. "Just hold my feet."

Judy took a tight grip on herself. She had to have this listing! All the man had asked was for her to help him do his exercises. If being nude in front of her didn't bother him, why should it bother her? She knelt on the deck, the hard concrete bruising and scraping her knees. Hesitantly, she leaned forward and gripped the man's ankles. His skin felt warm. Her eyes focused on his bare groin. His cock was rolled slightly to one side over the lumps of his balls. Droplets of water still gleamed in the thick, black bush of pubic hair.

"If the price is right," Mr. Shein repeated as he began his sit-ups. "Paula and I bought this place two years ago for a half a million."

"I know," Judy responded, trying to force her eyes away from his penis, and not succeeding. She felt a trickle of sweat start down from the base of her throat toward the valley between her breasts. She was suddenly conscious of her lack of a bra and her nipples stiffened.

"How much do you think it is worth now?" the man asked, his head sweeping up, then down as he forced it to touch his knees.

It was a jolt when Judy realized he could look straight down the neckline of her blouse and see her gently swaying, naked breasts.

"W-well over a million," she muttered. Her eyes were still glued to Steven Shein's cock. It seemed to be swelling and expanding.

"Minimum a million and a half," he informed her.