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She was late. I detested people with no respect for others’ time. I stood in front of the new, 30 story apartment development in the city centre. With rising fuel prizes and the fast developing city living trend, I am looking for some city apartments as an investment opportunity.I saw the little black Mercedes crawling down the street. Stop. Do a risky U-turn and perform a 50 movement parallel park on my side of the street – this could only be one of those care free female drivers who are so selfcentered that she is oblivious to the traffic chaos she has just caused!Out popped the petite Mediterranean looking driver. Mobile to the ear. Rushing towards me. Not locking the car. And definitely not bothering with the little things in life …. like putting money in the parking meter. Lazes fair people, floating through life, breaking all the rules and then relying on daddy’s money, or their good looks, to smooth things over, really, really pisses me off !!And this was the estate agent I had to deal with. I hate estate agents – weasely little bastards that worm their way into a position between God fearing investors and hard working Union developers, just so they can cream a couple of thousand dollars off the top, without having done a day’s work in their miserable little lives!She made no excuse for being late. Just walked up to me, flashed a smile almanbahis and started chatting away. I followed her heavy, sweet perfume up the stairs, getting a great view of her legs and arse as she led the way to the first floor elevator.The place was literally crawling with tradesmen and I guess that the finishing touches to the apartments were not yet done. I don’t buy off plan and had made this very clear to her on the phone. At the lift (a bare service lift used by construction types) I had the opportunity watch her in action: She wanted the workmen to take us up to the 6 th floor of the construction site, knowing very well that we did not have the appropriate protective clothing. She wore a tight fitting skirt, light blouse (tight enough to show off her C-cup titties as if they were Ds) and high heeled boots.She walked up to the guy at the lift, all smiles, hips swaying, titties thrust forward and she got close to him, very close. Invading his personal space by a mile. Touching his arm softly and extending a leg in such a way that her skirt rises dangerously high up her leg, she asked with her best little girl voice, “I can’t walk up these stairs in these shoes, can you take us up to the 6 th floor ?” The poor bastard had no chance, his primal man kicked in, testosterone rushed through him and ….. he took us up to the sixth floor.She showed almanbahis yeni giriş me the first of three apartments that I had expressed interest in. An unfinished unit – and I don’t buy off plan! I felt my anger starting to boil. I told her that she is wasting my time as I don’t buy off plan. Suggesting she call me once she learns to listen to her clients, as I was heading for the door.She pouted and jumped into action. Just like with the poor construction worker, she gave a slight smile, moved in close, very close, titties thrust forward, touching my arm saying: “Yes I remember your request, but just come and look at this great view” literally pulling me towards the south facing wall of glass with views of the bay (if one peeks through the gap left between the two buildings across the street).I am a man of the world. I have been in a couple of wars, have seen half the countries on this earth, have made some money and …. held on to most of it. I let myself be pulled towards the window, but was by no means swayed by this little harlot’s use of her sexy little body. She realized her charms were not working that well and literally rubbed up against me at the window – in a very accidental way.This really, really pissed me off !Standing at the wall of glass, her hip touching my thigh and her shoulder touching my ribs, I noticed the construction almanbahis giriş crew on the first floor deck looking at us – 5 stories above them. I decided to see how far I could push her, especially with the crew watching from below.I moved from her left to her right side, slightly behind her, leaning in, literally pushing her against the wall of glass, my left hand past her head leaning against the glass. She faltered, but regained her composure, chatting about the view. I turned on the charm, joining in the conversation, leaning closer, touching her arm as I speak, playing her at her own game.With my face nearly in her neck, the fingers of my right hand slowly circling her arm, working its way up to the sensitive flesh of the junction of fore and upper arm. She was puzzled, but stuck to her gameplan of trying to out-lust me. Pressing into me very suggestively, chatting away in a sweet voice. I upped the game. My right hand traced the line of her bicep, up the arm, over the shoulder, my finger following the line of the collar bone – slowly, very slowly.She went deadly quiet.Sensing she was at the point of breaking and backing off, I wanted a public victory. So I waved at the construction workers, alerting her to the fact that they were watching us with keen interest. Realising it would be a public defeat, she crossed the mental line, she came alive. Leaning backwards, into me, lifting those perky little titties for the world to see.My finger (that had reached the end of the collar bone) started tracing down her chest and into the V formed by her squeezed little mounds.
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