Category : Adult

Sub Category : Erotic

It was the Friday of her first week at the estate agents, so Sarah was feeling happy that she had survived the first few days - and was in fact enjoying some parts of the job more than she had imagined she might. In her mind it was a summer holiday job really - just something to get the money together she desperately wanted to go off travelling after having graduated a few weeks ago - but she still wanted to do well.. They had got her doing the paperwork no one else wanted to do most of the week, but she had enjoyed working with most of her colleagues. Her supervisor seemed a bit hard to please, but hopefully once she had proved herself she would lighten up. There were a couple of the male sales guys who were very full of themselves - a bit full of themselves but very fit also, which helped pass the time. Everyone in the office dressed very smartly, and she did her best to do the same. It seemed to get her noticed - her supervisor had told her last thing on Thursday evening that on the Friday morning she should go straight to a flat they had just been instructed on, and take photos for the website. There was something about getting a picture of the shared garden too apparently, which the client had specifically  requested. She'd been handed the keys then and there, and told that as the client had told them they must do the photos before 10am, she may as well go straight there and do them before coming into the office.
After leaving the office she remembered that a smartly dressed, impressive woman,  probably in her thirties, came in earlier in the day and overheard her say that under no circumstances should anyone enter her flat until after 10am - but she didn't know if it was this one - they had been getting lots of new instructions that week.  She didn't want to start second guessing her seniors yet, anyway. Hopefully if she did this task well with no fuss, they would let her out if the office and do more photo taking, or even viewings.
Arriving at 9:30, a bit later than she planned, she hurriedly lets herself in the external door of the building, and takes the stairs to the second floor. Without thinking she slips the key into the lock of the flat door and opens it. She checks herself, realising she might need to check if anyone was in. But the place seems quiet, so she walks straight in, though carefully closing the door behind her. Subconsciously moving a quietly as possible  she firstly takes a picture of the hall. It looks like a typical newly decorated rental. There's still no sound from anywhere, so she continues into the kitchen. There's no sign of occupancy there either. After having taken several shots of all possible angles, she goes back to the hall to find the main bedroom. The door is slightly ajar, so she strides straight in.
In the middle of the king sized bed that dominates the room, on top of crumpled sheets, lies a naked man, motionless. She gasps and freezes in shock, and for a moment just stands there. He is on his side, his muscular back towards the doorway. His ribs move slowly as he breathes. "Oh god I'm so sorry..." she almost whispers, starting to retreat back to the hall - but he doesn't move - she realises he must be deeply asleep. She stops still again. What should she do? While deciding she may as well take the opportunity to admire his body. His back is muscular and hairless, his waist slim and perfectly connecting with his firm looking arse. His legs are splayed on the bed with his hips angled slightly away from her, the leg on the bed straight, the upper one bent at the knee. The sheets only cover one leg from half way up his solid looking calf. Self consciously, she can't help but gaze intently between the top of his thick thighs and his cheeks, where she can plainly see his balls but his cock disappointingly remains hidden. Perhaps the base is just exposed - it looks as though he must be quite impressively endowed she thinks, guiltily.
She fights to tear her eyes away from his body, scanning quickly over the rest of the room. It looks very tidy, no signs of activity except on the bed. His clothes are piled neatly on the floor. 
To be continued...