By now she was reaching for the door to the building my office was in and I was walking to greet her. "Are you Helen?" I asked.
"Yes, I am," she replied
"Great," I responded. "Are you ready to see what I've got prepared for you?"
"Sure, but are we going to be able to see the one I asked about as well?" she asked.
"Absolutely, you will be happy to know the couple that lived there moved out to Boston about a month-and-a-half ago and the house is ready for immediate occupancy," I said testing the waters a bit to see how quick she would be willing to move.
"Great," she followed up. "Let's go see that one first."
"No problem," I responded, throwing my freshly printed map in the trash and grabbing my briefcase. Then I opened the door out for her and we walked toward the parking lot.
"Nice car," I commented.
"It's a rental," came her response.
"Oh," I stammered.
"I know," she said, "we match. The girl at the counter thought that was funny too."
I could not help but chuckle a little at her disgust. She soon realized it actually was a little funny and had a good laugh too. "You want to ride with me or follow?" I asked.
"I'll just follow," she replied. "That way you don't have to bring me back."
"It's really no problem," I countered.
"That's okay," she called back, as we separated and went to our respective cars.
The whole drive over to the house all I could think about was how young she looked and how she was the total opposite of what I expected. "She did sound good on the phone," I thought, but I learned a long time ago that rarely ends up the way you expect. I guess this time was the exception.
After about a twenty-minute drive down country roads we pulled into the driveway of the house she had been inquiring about. It was not what I would have expected a woman like her to have picked out. It was off the road a ways, backed right up the woods, which gave a sense of privacy and seclusion without the necessity of a fence. It was a simple 1600 square-foot ranch with a walk-out basement. The house was built only a couple years back by a builder known for building fantastic smaller homes. It had 2 bedrooms, 2.5 baths, a beautiful kitchen that opened up to the great room, and a completely finished basement, but she wanted to walk around the outside first.
I followed closely behind as she trekked around the house looking over the landscaping and checking out the hot tub for a brief moment. It did not take long before I noticed she was obviously getting cold and offered to show her around inside. "I turned the heat on yesterday while I was here, so it should be much warmer inside," I said, gesturing towards the front door.
"Good idea," she responded with a shiver, and stepped inside as I opened the door.
I gave her a little time to get the lay of the land and take it all in. The house looked quite a bit bigger on the inside than you would have expected from the outside. The vaulted ceilings and the open floor plan were a real plus, and the stone fireplace seemed to excite her as well. "Wait 'til you see the basement. It's great for entertaining. I know you said that was something you wanted to be able to do."
She headed down the open staircase almost immediately. She took a quick walk around, checking out the little kitchenette as well as the full bath. She conferred that it would in fact be a great place to entertain. She especially liked the fact that the porch walked right out to the hot tub. "It wasn't on my list of 'must haves'," she admitted, "but I've always wanted a hot tub. Now let's go finish the tour of the main level."
I followed her up the stairs which put her tight little ass right at eye level as I took each step. I shook my head and must have coughed a little as I hit the top step. She turned and caught me looking and asked me what I was thinking.
I was thinking, 'Damn, that is one fine ass,' but there was no way I was going to tell her that. So, being the quick thinker that any good sales man has to be I told her, "I'm sorry. I was just thinking about our phone conversation the other day."
"Yeah, what were you thinking?" she asked.
I scratched my head, "I guess I am just a little surprised how young you are. Maybe that sounds bad, and I apologize, but you have to be the only Helen I have met that is our age and I guess I associate 'widow' with an older age group." I paused for a second. "Like I said, 'I'm sorry' I shouldn't have said anything. Losing your husband had to be hard."
"Don't worry about it," Helen responded. "First off Helen was my grandma's name, so that's where that came from. I actually like it."
"Don't get me wrong, it's a beautiful name," I interrupted, "I just wasn't expecting you."
"I will take that as a compliment," she smiled. "As for dealing with my husband's death, it really hasn't been that hard. He was a workaholic and a creep. I had long since forgotten why I married him in the first place. But he made a ton of money and I liked spending it, so I stuck around. He died about a month ago when he drove off the road and hit a tree after another night of drinking late. Frankly I wasn't surprised." She hesitated for a few seconds. "Wow, that must've sounded really heartless."
"Not as much as you might think," I said. "Let's take a look at the kitchen. This is my favorite part of the house." I quickly tried to change the subject before she realized how terrible that really did sound.
As we stepped into the kitchen I tried to point out some of its better features, but in the back of my mind I was just glad I got her to believe that I wasn't staring at her ass by telling her I thought she would have been older. She must have bought it. She also must have finally warmed up because she decided to take off her suit jacket and drape it over one of the stools surrounding the bar in the kitchen.
I tried to act like I did not even notice her perky tits encased in the silky white blouse she was wearing as I continued to show her the stainless steel appliances and the dark cherry cabinets, but frankly I don't know if what I was saying made any sense because I was far too distracted. Finally I gave up on the kitchen and suggested we check out the master bedroom.
"Actually this is half the reason I wanted to see this house," she responded. "I had looked at it in an online tour and really liked it; so I saved looking at it 'til last to make sure I liked the rest of the house." Then she stepped inside and looked around.
The bedroom was naturally lit with a couple skylights as well as had a romantic feel about it. The bathroom tapered off into the corner and contained not only a beautiful multi-head glass brick shower, but a whirlpool bathtub as well. She also loved the sophisticated look of the two sinks and the mirror that looked as though it came straight from a Hollywood dressing room.
Then she passed through the bathroom to the enormous walk-in closet. As she looked through it I thought, 'I don't remember seeing an online tour for this house, but I guess I could have missed it,' and then I followed her in. I watched as she opened the drawers on the built in island and admired the closet space. Then I watched her walk to the end of the closet and pull on some shelves that I thought were attached to the wall.
"This is my favorite part," she said, as she opened a secret door hidden behind the shelves.
"How did you know that was there? I didn't know that was there," I said, as I followed her in.
"I told you, 'I saw it online'," she chimed, innocently.
I could not believe my eyes. The room looked like a dungeon from the dark ages. There was an old beat-up bench in the corner, and an old wooden chair next to it. There were chains hanging from the faux stone wall, as well as old-fashioned stocks, and other bondage devices spread about. I looked up at Helen as she looked around like a kid in a candy store.
"Tell me where exactly did you see this online?" I asked.
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