Confessions of a Realtor: Mark

My name is Rosanna Posey, but you can call me Rosie. I’m a realtor and I live in the greater metropolitan area. I’m 32 and single.

I work out two to three times a week in a nearby gym. I have a nice home in the suburbs. And I have a backyard pool, which is a necessity here in the hot southwest.

I’m a successful realtor here in the city. That’s because I know my stuff. I keep up on market trends, and I work hard to match the client to the right house.

I specialize in selling homes with pools, hot tubs and Jacuzzis. Like I say, here in the southwest they are a valuable asset when it comes to owning a home. So I also make sure I’m knowledgeable of my pools and spas when it comes to making a sale.

When I sign up a client with a pool or hot tub, I like to become intimate with the asset, shall we say. This means getting in and getting wet. I let the client know up front so they can understand my sales tactics.

For instance, I once sold a house with a lap pool owned by a couple being relocated by his company. I told them it helps me sell the property if I know all about the pool and have used it now and then. The couple liked my idea and allowed me free use of the pool so long as I kept it up and cleaned up after myself.

Sometimes I swam laps in it when I couldn’t make the gym. I used a part of my commission to pay for the upkeep on the pool to keep the water fresh and sparkling when I showed it off to prospective buyers. The Chestertons did not seem to mind.

Sad to say, I didn’t have it on the market very long. I sold it to a guy named Mark who was really into fitness. So I only got to use it for three weeks.

On the day of the sale my client and I were standing by the water’s edge. The pool guys had just come that morning, and the water was clear and sparkling. It looked so inviting.

Mark was hemming and hawing about the price. I asked him how important the pool was to the sale. He told me it was a really strong selling point, but that he still wasn’t sure.

After spending a few days with Mark, I knew he was one of those guys who likes to take his time making up his mind. So I told him I was going to go for a swim while he thought it over. After all, I’d anticipated his hesitancy and had come fully prepared.

He looked at me in surprise as I started to strip out of my clothes. Underneath I’d worn a red two piece just for the occasion. I suspected he would like it because I’d once caught him eyeing some chick in a tight red outfit that showed a lot of cleavage.

He looked at me as though I was nuts. “Won’t the owners be angry with you for swimming in their pool, Rosie?”

“I have their permission to show off the pool to prospective clients, Mark. I want you to know all about what you may be buying.” Then I dove head first into the deep end where it was seven feet to the bottom.

I began my swim to the opposite end of the pool while allowing Mark to “do his thinking”. When I swam back I saw him standing there looking at me appreciatively. I think he liked my “assets” just as much as the lap pool I was showing off.

I called out, “Well, Mark? Are you going to just stand there? Or are you going to jump right in and give it a spin?”

“Rosie, I didn’t bring a suit with me.”

“You’re wearing briefs, aren’t you?”

“Uh… yeah.”

“Then you’re good to go.” And with that I turned and headed off toward the opposite end to do a second lap.

I reached the end of the pool, turned around and headed back. That’s when I saw him taking his clothes off. He ended up standing there in a pair of grey boxers that were struggling to camouflage his erection and were doing a pretty poor job of it.

I reached the end and paused as I smiled at him. “Well, Mark? Are we going to have a race to the other end or not?”

He dove in head first, and I had to swim off after him. Jumping into the water like that gave him a pretty good head start. I almost caught him, but he was just fast enough to maintain his lead.

We reached the far end where we stopped for a moment at the steps leading out of the water. “So what do you think Mark? Still considering it?”

“Yeah, Rosie; I’m still thinking.”

“Don’t let me rush you, Mark. In fact, I’ll tell you what we can do. Let’s swim some laps while you think of an offer you might want to make to the Chestertons.”

“Fair enough.”

We swam several laps as he “did his thinking”. He was in really great shape, and so was that bulging cock of his. That’s when I began calculating how much of a nudge he might need to push him over the edge.

We got back to the deep end where we paused to catch our breaths. I asked him, “Are you still thinking, Mark? Or did you come up with a number?” That’s when he shot me an amount.

“I know the Chestertons, and that seems just a bit low to me. No problem though. We can still think it over. Besides, I could use another lap after that raspberry Danish I had this morning.” Then I smiled at him before we both started another lap.

When we got back to our starting point I showed him a generous helping of cleavage. Then I asked, “What do you think now, Mark?”

He shot me another number that made me smile. At least he was getting closer. “That’s not bad, Mark. I think I can get the Chestertons to come down a little. But let’s see if I can get you to come up a little more.”

I took a deep breath and then went under where I began rubbing his bulge with my hands while kissing it and blowing bubbles. Then I pulled down his briefs and took him into my mouth. He was thick and tasty, the perfect capper to the raspberry Danish I’d had earlier.

I pride myself on being able to stay down a while. After I got him good and hard I came up panting for breath. I smiled at him as I asked, “Well, Mark? What do you think?”

“I like your negotiating skills, Rosie. The place looks great, and I do love the pool. I might be able to come up another twenty grand.”

“I think that’s a really good offer, Mark. Just for sport, how about I make you a counter offer?”

“What’ve you got in mind, Rosie?”

“I’ve been working on my breath-holding skills. So why don’t I go back down and try again. If I can’t get you off before I need to come up for air, I’ll tell them your offer is good.”

“And if you should happen to, uh… get a mouthful of cum, Rosie?”

“A tasty treat like that should be worth raising your offer thirty grand instead of twenty. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Deal!” And with that I really filled my lungs before I went back down.

I took him into my mouth and gave him my best effort. Sometimes you have to go the extra mile for a client you really like. After all, you want to make sure you match them with the home that best suits them. And I was pretty sure Mark was going to enjoy the Chesterton’s home with their lap pool.

Mark had stamina and self-control; I’ll give him that. But he had no idea what I was capable of when a sale was on the line. I worshiped that cock of his as my lungs began to strain. Then I really started bobbing up and down on it as I cupped his balls.

For a moment I thought he was going to outlast me. Then I felt that familiar swelling in my mouth. A moment later I was gulping down his spurting seed just as fast as I could while my lungs screamed for air.

I waited until I had sucked him completely dry. Then I shot up to the surface with my lungs screaming at me. I gasped deeply for breath as I licked the last of his cum off my lips.

Mark smiled appreciatively at me. “Rosie, I really admire your negotiating skills. Thirty grand it is!”

“It’s going to be your home for a while, Mark. I just want you to be happy here. I can really see you out here swimming laps and enjoying the pool. So I know this place suits you.”

I smiled as we both climbed out of the water. Then I went and got a couple of towels I’d set aside, knowing I’d be in the lap pool every now and then before closing the sale. We dried ourselves off before getting back into our clothes.

I gave Mark’s offer to the Chestertons. They accepted, of course. I even think they would have accepted the twenty grand upgrade over the thirty.

They were so pleased with the sale, they gave me a five thousand dollar bonus. It was more than enough to cover the expenses for the pool upkeep with some left over. Not bad when a lady’s got to put her money where her mouth is, right?

© 2017 (written Aug 27 ’17 by riwa)

(Illustrations are courtesy of JustPaul and are used for illustration purposes.)