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“Second Viewing” - true story!! Part 1

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By *dgedelegance OP   Woman 2 weeks ago

Bordon

By the estate agent who wasn’t expecting what came next…

I didn’t think twice when the viewing was booked in again. Same buyer. Same house. It happens all the time — people wanting a second look before making a decision.

What I didn’t realise was this one had nothing to do with the house.

He’d viewed the week before. Polite. Engaged. Gorgeous, but in that quietly confident way — not flashy, not obvious. The kind of man who makes you feel like the only person in the room when he looks at you. But I hadn’t given it much thought. Work was work, and I kept things professional.

Still… I’d noticed how he lingered a little longer in the kitchen when I’d leaned over to pick up the brochure. And the way he’d held eye contact when he thanked me for showing him round.

But nothing prepared me for how he was at the second viewing.

He arrived exactly on time, but everything about him felt different. More direct. Still polite, still composed… but his gaze was bolder. Like he already knew something I didn’t.

“I wanted to see it again,” he said, stepping inside. “Felt like I missed something important the first time.”

The tone of his voice sent a tingle straight to my stomach.

I unlocked the door, stepped aside, and let him in. “Well, you know the layout. But I’m happy to walk you through again.”

He nodded, but didn’t move right away. Just looked at me — a quiet, loaded pause. “I’d like that.”

The house was warm from the sun, the air a little thick, like it was holding its breath.

I walked ahead, giving the usual spiel. “Open-plan, lots of light, bifolds to the garden… you can imagine summer evenings, drinks out on the terrace…”

I felt him behind me. Close. Closer than last time. Not inappropriate. But present. Very present.

In the hallway mirror, I caught his reflection. He was watching me, not the house. And something inside me fluttered.

“You’ve made it sound even better than before,” he said softly. “You always talk about houses like you live in them.”

I smiled, turning slightly. “That’s part of the job — helping people feel it.”

“I feel it,” he said.

There was a beat too long between us. And in that silence, everything changed.

In the upstairs bedroom, he leaned against the doorframe while I talked through storage space and dimensions. I could feel his eyes on my back. On my neck. Down to the sway of my hips as I moved.

“So,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt, “any thoughts second time round?”

He stepped inside.

“I do have one thought,” he murmured. “And I’ve been trying to ignore it since the first viewing.”

My breath caught.

He moved closer. Not touching me, not quite — but the heat between us was undeniable.

“You’re… very good at your job,” he said, eyes locked on mine. “But there’s something else here, isn’t there? Something we’re both pretending not to notice.”

His hand brushed mine — lightly. Just a graze. But the charge from that one touch made my skin sing.

“I came back,” he whispered, “because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. The way you move through a space. The way you looked at me. I don’t know if I’ve crossed a line, but—”

“You’re not imagining it,” I said quietly.

He didn’t kiss me.

Not right away.

He just looked at me for a long moment, like he was committing me to memory. Then, slowly, he reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear — fingers lingering at the curve of my jaw. My heart was hammering.

“It’s not the house I want to explore,” he said, his voice a low promise.

And when he finally did kiss me — it was soft, slow, and deep enough to ruin me.

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By *nflagrantiMan 2 weeks ago

Bournemouth

Very hot start!

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By *j47Man 2 weeks ago

limerick

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By *dgedelegance OP   Woman 2 weeks ago

Bordon

Part 2: The Shagpile Moment”

His kiss still lingered on my lips as he stepped back, breath slightly uneven, eyes flicking from my mouth to my eyes — checking, asking, inviting. The air between us had shifted. No longer agent and buyer. Now… just man and woman. Wanting. Knowing.

“I probably shouldn’t have done that,” he murmured, voice thick.

“You definitely shouldn’t have,” I replied — but I didn’t move away.

We stood in the principal bedroom, bathed in afternoon light, the silence around us interrupted only by the faint buzz of a bee outside the window and my pulse roaring in my ears.

I turned slowly, walking further into the room, giving us both space — or pretending to. “So… what do you think of the carpet?”

It was cream. Deep. Soft. The kind that your feet sink into. Shagpile. Luxurious. Almost decadent. A completely unremarkable detail — until I saw the way his eyes darkened.

“I like it,” he said. “Feels indulgent. Like the kind of flooring you’d want to lie down on.”

“Tempting,” I said over my shoulder.

I felt the shift in the atmosphere like a storm about to break.

He crossed the space between us with just a few strides and reached for my wrist — not forcefully, but with a quiet intensity that sent sparks shooting up my arm.

“Tell me to stop,” he said.

I didn’t.

Instead, I stepped backwards… letting myself fall gently onto the plush carpet, propped on my elbows, looking up at him with a sly smile. “You wanted to explore,” I said. “So explore.”

He didn’t need more permission.

In one fluid motion, he knelt beside me, hands moving to the hem of my blouse, fingers grazing my skin like he’d waited days to know what it felt like.

The carpet cushioned every shift, every gasp, every arch of my back. It was impossibly soft beneath me — a velvet stage for the tension finally snapping between us.

He took his time — not rushing, not claiming, but learning. Every reaction, every sound I made. His mouth found the hollow of my neck, his teeth just grazing the edge. He smiled against my skin when I let out a sharp intake of breath.

“You’re beautiful when you try to stay quiet,” he whispered, lips brushing my collarbone. “But I don’t want quiet.”

Neither did I.

And when I finally let go — let myself move with him, against him, through the kind of breathless, building rhythm that neither of us was supposed to want — it wasn’t just the carpet that was ruined.

It was my ability to ever show that house again without remembering this moment.

Afterwards, he lay beside me, one hand laced in mine, the other tangled in my hair. No one said a word. The carpet, still warm beneath us, cradled a silence thick with something new — not just heat, but connection.

“I’ll be honest,” he said eventually. “I don’t really care about the house.”

I turned my head to look at him. “No?”

He smiled. “I care about you showing me more.”

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By *dgedelegance OP   Woman 2 weeks ago

Bordon

Part 3: Off the Clock”

It had been a few weeks since that afternoon.

We hadn’t spoken since. No messages. No “accidental” check-ins. Just a lingering, electric memory that haunted the edges of my thoughts — especially when I passed that particular house. Especially when I caught a faint scent of cedarwood and citrus.

And then I saw him again.

Not at a viewing. Not at a property. Not in any context where I was polished and professional.

No. We bumped into each other in the most unlikely of places — a boutique hotel outside the village, where a friend’s birthday dinner had spilled into late-night drinks and a slightly wilder crowd than anticipated.

I stepped out of the powder room, and there he was — leaning against the bar, glass in hand, black shirt open at the collar, hair slightly messier than I remembered. That same calm confidence. That same spark when his eyes found mine.

Neither of us said anything at first.

He took a slow sip of his drink, then set it down deliberately. “Well,” he said, mouth tugging into a knowing half-smile. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

I tilted my head. “You stalking me?”

“No,” he said, stepping closer. “But I’m not about to pretend I’m disappointed.”

We weren’t touching. But the heat between us said otherwise. His gaze dropped, briefly, to the line of my collarbone, then back to my eyes — testing. Teasing.

Someone brushed past us in the crowded hallway, and the movement pushed us just slightly closer. His hand settled on my lower back, like it belonged there. Like he knew exactly what kind of effect he had on me.

“I’m here with people,” I said, breath caught between protest and provocation.

“So am I,” he murmured. “But they’re not you.”

A beat passed.

Then another.

And then I turned, walking ahead — not fast, not coy — just leading. Trusting he’d follow.

Down a quiet corridor. Past the kitchen doors. Into the corner of the building where no one was watching. Where the walls were narrow and the noise of the party dulled to a hush.

He caught up with me just outside the staff cloakroom — a ridiculous, almost laughable place to end up — but the moment didn’t feel funny. It felt wild. Tense. Real.

I was pinned before I even realised it — not by force, but by sheer presence. My back against the cold wall, his body just inches from mine, his voice low and rough at my ear.

“You know,” he said, fingers ghosting along the inside of my wrist, “I’ve thought about you.”

“Is that right?”

He nodded, brushing my hair back. “Wondered if that day meant anything… or if you just ruin people for sport.”

I leaned in, lips near his jaw. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

We were on the brink again — that same delicious edge from before, but sharper now. Charged with everything unsaid.

I kissed him first this time. Deep and slow, tasting heat and challenge, pushing us both into the kind of tension that felt impossible to ignore.

And just like before, we didn’t cross every line. Not here. Not quite.

But it was messy. Frantic. Hands in hair, teeth grazing lips, hips pressed close enough to make promises neither of us quite kept. Not yet.

When we finally pulled apart, flushed and breathing hard, he rested his forehead against mine.

“This isn’t over,” he whispered.

“No,” I said, fingers still twisted in his shirt. “It really isn’t.”

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By *ilverFoxOralLoverMan 2 weeks ago

Where ever I lay my hat

I hope you are going to give us more 🔥

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By *dgedelegance OP   Woman 2 weeks ago

Bordon

Part 4: Under Review”

The morning started like any other. Inbox full, coffee lukewarm, and a handful of back-to-back appointments to get through. I was already two minutes late for the 10:30 interview — not my usual style, but admin had booked it in last-minute.

No big expectations. Just a junior associate role — someone to shadow me, handle paperwork, help with viewings. I hadn’t even looked at the CV.

I opened the door to the meeting room, apology halfway out of my mouth — and froze.

Him.

Sat there, calm and collected in a navy suit, no trace of the wild heat that once had me pinned against a hallway wall. His legs were crossed, hands folded neatly in his lap — but his eyes… oh, his eyes smouldered. Controlled. Knowing.

“Morning,” he said smoothly. Not a flicker of recognition in his voice, as if I were a stranger.

I cleared my throat. “You’re… James?”

“Indeed.”

He offered his hand, formal. Polished. But when our palms touched, that familiar charge rushed up my arm like an electric jolt.

I sat across from him, legs crossed, clipboard in hand. Trying, desperately, to appear unfazed.

“I wasn’t aware you were… changing industries,” I said cautiously.

He smiled. “I wasn’t either. But sometimes, something sticks. A house. A moment. A person.”

There it was — the challenge. Subtle. Sharp.

I flicked my gaze down to the notes in front of me. First-class degree. Real-world sales experience. Strong references. A clean record — well, on paper.

“You’re aware this role reports directly to me?” I asked, tone deliberately cool.

“Crystal clear.”

“And that our company has a strict policy on professionalism?”

“Absolutely,” he said. “Wouldn’t dream of overstepping.” A pause. “Again.”

Something about his delivery made my stomach tighten — not with dread, but anticipation. This wasn’t just flirtation. He’d come prepared. Composed. Ready to play the long game.

I asked every standard question. He answered with disarming ease. Knowledgeable. Articulate. Perfectly appropriate.

And that made it worse.

Because I couldn’t stop remembering how his mouth had tasted. How it had felt to lose control with him — how little I’d cared about consequences, just for those few glorious, reckless minutes.

And now here he was, across the table, offering me competence. Discipline. The complete opposite of the man who’d made me forget my name against a staff cloakroom wall.

At the end of the interview, I stood, extending my hand once more.

“You’re a strong candidate,” I said, measured. “And I’ll be honest — the circumstances are… unusual. But I’ll discuss it with the team and let you know.”

He stood too, buttoning his blazer. “I respect that. Whatever decision you make.”

Then he leaned in — just close enough for me to feel his breath against my ear.

“But just so we’re clear — I don’t want this job because of you. I want it in spite of what we’ve already done.”

My breath caught. He straightened, met my eyes, and left the room.

And I stood there, clipboard pressed to my chest, pulse thundering in my ears — wondering how in hell I’d stay in control if he actually got the role.

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By *oneyandbearCouple 2 weeks ago

Dundee

Very sexy story so far

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By *dgedelegance OP   Woman 2 weeks ago

Bordon

Part 5: Probate”

“Can you be ready in ten?” I asked from the office doorway, already shrugging into my coat.

James looked up from his desk — a modest corner tucked beside the filing cabinet. He stood instantly, polite, deferential. “Where to?”

“Valuation. Empty probate property on Bracken Lane. Thought it’d be useful for you to shadow me.”

He nodded, grabbing his notebook. “Sounds good. I’m all yours.”

The words landed heavy. Too deliberate. Too easy.

I said nothing, but as we walked out, I could feel him at my side — just close enough to brush elbows, just distant enough to be professional. Barely.

The house stood at the edge of woodland. Edwardian. Detached. Shrouded in overgrown hedges and that particular stillness old probate homes seem to wear like a heavy coat.

I unlocked the door. The smell of dust and time seeped out. No lights. Just that grey, filtered daylight slipping through gauze curtains.

“Right,” I said briskly. “Always start with kerb appeal. Then layout, condition, value markers…”

My voice faded as I turned to see him already watching me. Not leering — listening. Attentive. But that undercurrent was still there, humming low.

We moved through the house — each room echoing with our footsteps and a silence that thickened with every minute. I talked through square footage, ceiling heights, potential yields.

And then in the sitting room — with its threadbare shagpile carpet and an antique mirror hanging slightly crooked — I turned to find him standing just a little too close.

“Noted,” he said, tapping his pen to the paper. “But I have a question.”

“Go on.”

His voice dropped a register. “When you said I’d be working directly under you… did you mean that literally?”

The air between us snapped taut.

I took a deliberate step forward. “I meant,” I said slowly, “you’d be representing me. Which means knowing exactly where the line is. And never, ever crossing it.”

He tilted his head. “And if I’m already at the line?”

“Then you wait. Patiently. Until — if — I decide the timing is right.”

His throat flexed with a swallow. “And if I’m struggling to wait?”

I stepped even closer, eyes on his mouth now. “Then that’s your problem.”

I brushed past him — but not before my hand lingered at his belt, just long enough to make his breath hitch.

And then I left the room, clipboard in hand, voice back to business. “Come on. Upstairs next. You’ll want to see the ceiling height in the master.”

Behind me, I could hear him exhale — quietly. Tightly.

The game had shifted.

And the next move? Was mine.

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By *dgedelegance OP   Woman 2 weeks ago

Bordon

Part 6: Unseen”

We wrapped the valuation in professional tones — notes double-checked, questions answered, measurements taken. But the air between us was taut, buzzing with every unspoken word. I could feel the heat of him behind me as we walked through the final room. Still restrained. Still behaving.

Just.

Back at the door, I turned the lock with a quiet click, stepping out into the brisk afternoon.

“Thanks,” James said, slipping his notebook into his satchel. “Useful.”

I gave him a curt nod. “You held it together.”

He arched a brow. “Did I?”

I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. The knowing twist of his mouth said it all.

As we reached the car, I glanced back toward the house. Something made me pause.

A flicker. Movement. A glint of light in the upstairs window?

I frowned, scanning the glass — but it was still. Empty.

Back at the office, I ran through the valuation notes alone. My pulse had settled, but something didn’t feel right. Not about him. About the house.

An hour later, my phone pinged.

No Caller ID. One image.

I stared.

It was a photo. Grainy. Slightly blurred. Shot from inside the probate house — angled just enough to show me, standing in the lounge… with James behind me.

Too close.

Too intense.

Whoever took it had been upstairs.

Watching.

There was no message. No signature.

Just the photo.

My stomach flipped.

James was still out, doing leaflet drops. Blissfully unaware.

I closed the image, locked my phone, and leaned back in my chair.

This wasn’t just flirtation anymore. This was a warning. Or worse — a message.

And yet… I couldn’t ignore the pulse between my legs, the rush of adrenaline that came not from fear, but thrill.

Someone had seen. And for one brief, breathless second — I didn’t care.

I stared at the door, thinking of James. Of the fine line we’d already danced over. Of the rules I’d bent. Of how very close I was to breaking.

This instruction wouldn’t be ours. The moment had passed.

But was it worth it?

Every delicious second.

Yes.

Yes, it was.

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By *dgedelegance OP   Woman 2 weeks ago

Bordon

Final part

The Reckoning”

The office was empty — the faint glow of the late afternoon sun filtering through Venetian blinds, casting long shadows that flickered like silent witnesses to what was about to unfold.

James shut the door behind him with a deliberate click, the sound resonating like a starting gun. His eyes bore into mine, dark and electric, stripping away the last layers of restraint between us.

There was no hesitation this time. No subtle games.

He closed the gap, his hands firm and possessive on my waist, pulling me flush against him. The heat of his body was a challenge, a promise.

“Are you sure?” I breathed, though the tremble in my voice betrayed me — I was more than ready.

His lips captured mine with fierce, hungry intent. His hands slid beneath my blouse, fingertips tracing every curve, every secret that lay beneath. The thrill of being seen, truly seen, made my pulse race faster.

His mouth moved to my neck, nipping softly before trailing a path of fire down my collarbone. The mixture of danger and desire blurred the edges of reason.

I pressed my hands against his chest, feeling the hard beat of his heart beneath my palms.

The air was thick with tension as his fingers found the waistband of my skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he peeled it down, revealing skin flushed with anticipation.

“Right here, right now,” he murmured, voice low and rough.

I didn’t need to be asked twice.

He spun me around, pressing me onto the corner of the heavy desk. The rough wood scraped against my thighs as he lifted me, legs locking tight around his waist. Our bodies melded together, every inch electric.

His hands explored boldly, stroking and teasing with the expertise of someone who knew exactly how to push boundaries without breaking them — until those boundaries didn’t exist anymore.

The rush of heat, the sharp edge of risk, the forbidden nature of what we were doing — it all combined into a heady, intoxicating storm.

But then — the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching.

Frozen for a breath, we shared a look, a silent pact.

Too late.

The office door swung open, and there she was — the director, eyes wide, shock turning to icy fury in an instant.

“Get dressed. Both of you. Now.”

There was no time to explain, no chance to plead.

The scandal hit the agency like a thunderclap. Two valuable employees caught crossing a line that couldn’t be uncrossed. Professionalism shattered. Trust broken.

We lost everything that day — our jobs, our reputations.

But as we left the building, shoulders squared, hearts pounding, there was an unspoken truth between us:

Some things are worth the fall.

The risk. The danger. The reckless, breathtaking connection that no policy could ever contain.

And despite the cost — despite the world crashing down around us — we knew we’d never forget this second viewing.

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By *yTreacleMan 2 weeks ago

Winchester

Wonderful

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By *adylicker68Man 2 weeks ago

Bristol

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By *asseur_9Man 2 weeks ago

Ballymoney

Awesome x

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By *uiceyfruit99Man 2 weeks ago

malton

Fantastic 👌🔥🔥🔥

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By *uddlesorgasmsMan 2 weeks ago

Aberdeen

Well written

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By *an.handymanMan 2 weeks ago

chester

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By *allandhorny123Man 2 weeks ago

Wirral

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By *dgedelegance OP   Woman 2 weeks ago

Bordon

Thanks so much!

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By *littylicker69Man 2 weeks ago

abergavenny

Great story with an unexpected ending & not just about sex very well written too

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By *onnyrottenMan 2 weeks ago

cotswolds

what a superb story. well done xx

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By *annabe stagMan 2 weeks ago

Purbeck

Love this 😊👍

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By *ritter1Man 2 weeks ago

Dundee

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By *hyguy2360Man 2 weeks ago

renfrewshireish

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By *lderWiserNowMan 2 weeks ago

Kettrin

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By *dgedelegance OP   Woman 2 weeks ago

Bordon

Thanks a lot xx

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By *acksmith22Man 1 week ago

cannock

Great story

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By *imon123Man 1 week ago

Shrewsbury

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By (user no longer on site) 7 days ago

Very well written,

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By *ayyyeMan 7 days ago

ballymena

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By *en4funoxonMan 7 days ago

Banbury

Would not have expected anything less from a fabulous person like you. Great writing….emotive ,arousing, heart touching. Mmmmmmcxxx

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By *aughtymale1Man 7 days ago

Sandbach

A great read, thank you.

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By *evonFbsCouple 7 days ago

Devon

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By *ipplebarnyMan 7 days ago

milton keynes

Wow need to mark

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By *dgedelegance OP   Woman 6 days ago

Bordon

What is the mark 🤣🤣

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By *damskiMan 6 days ago

port solent

Amazing story so sexy thank you x

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