Moving Day by Werner7890

My name is Jim. The last thing I wanted was to lose my job. The last thing I wanted after that, was to find another one in a different state and have to move. Well, that’s how the dice rolled and it seemed like my life was going to be uprooted and plopped down somewhere else. Stranger still, I ended up out in the woods looking for a place to live, following a line of homes that looked more like a failed fishing resort than a neighborhood. What was this? I wasn’t an outdoors-man at all and have never even picked up a fishing pole, but this was it? This was all there was? According to the real estate office, this is where you lived if you wanted to work in town, so what’s a body to do? At least there was Raquel. Raquel was my real estate agent and she proved to be the only bright spark in my otherwise unenthusiastic new world. She was perhaps ten years older than me and she sure had more patience than I did, diligently taking me through the small amount of rentals available, and slowly guiding me through the wisdom of financing a home. Thing was, she was coaching me to buy one of these cabin places, since the rental scene was a disaster, and with as much decorum as she dared, she was trying to tell me to loosen up and accept my fate.

After all, who could complain about a cabin in the woods? Me. I was a real city kid. All through college I aimed at the big time in even bigger office buildings. Chrome, glass and steel, valet parking and doormen to penthouse apartments. Fine wine and dining and up scale shops to please up scale girlfriends. You might spend a weekend at a log cabin for the novelty of a getaway. You didn’t live in one. These lacked even the charm of having logs and fireplaces. They were just simple rural cabin homes.

Yet seeing Raquel waiting for me by her car, standing on the gravel driveway and visibly brightening upon seeing me, always made my stomach tingle. She alone made me keep coming back to give it another try, because Raquel was hot. She was a stunning, tall brunette with deep brown eyes that matched her honey brown hair down to the middle of her back, and a face that made many a man look twice. More subtle than that, in this cooler weather she almost always kept her tan overcoat tied tight around her, but all this showed was the fact she had a proper hour glass figure, topped off by long legs in her usual dark nylons with a pair of matching suede ankle boots to complete the look. She looked both earthy and professional all in one go and the effect only grew with time spent around her. Back in town, she was unmatched. In the big city, she would have been wrapping men around her little finger.

She was always ready to show me another one of these musty cabins and extoll their virtue of being a great location out in the fresh air, but quite quickly it was more about feigning interest on my part just so I could spend a little time with her in the afternoons. After that? Back to my hotel room for another slow night filled with thoughts of her, masturbating sometimes up to three times. It was fine for the moment, since I didn’t start my job for two weeks and all my stuff waited for me in rental lockers back home, but my cash money wouldn’t last forever. Picking a place meant less time with Raquel and for now I guess I was willing to play it out.

Sometimes we had lunch together. Sometimes she took off that coat. While I fapped away at my dick at night, I pictured what she must look like naked, longing for it, and cumming on myself from my hotel bed like the horny young man I was.

Today though, she seemed less bright, and kept her hands in her overcoat pockets as we headed up the small flight of steps to unlock the cabin’s front door. Normally she went over every room inside in fine detail, making each step through the place a presentation, and allowing my eyes a healthy time to feast on her. Never could see much with that overcoat on, but you could enjoy her bust-line well enough. The sexy line of her neck, her small waist and the swell of her ass, her perfume, her hair, and naturally her well toned calves and knees as she walked ahead of me in her ankle boots.

Not now, though. She hardly said a word, and when her hands weren’t shoved in her pockets, she was hugging herself, her dark brown eyes flashing deep like she was disturbed about something. Or angry. Making a show of looking through the kitchen cupboards, I could see her standing in the empty dining space on the other side, her feet planted and hugging herself as she looked out through the cheap aluminum storm windows.

“Raquel are you…angry with me?”

She started as I spoke, turning to see me come around the counter and step up next to her.

“Hmm? What? Oh, no. No. Why would you say that?” she asked, her face troubled.

“You look upset. I know I’ve been taking a lot of time. Dragging my feet finding a place.” I indicated the cabin around me. “I must be causing you…”

She raised a hand to halt my timid confession and let out a long sigh. Taking a glance behind her, she opted to step back and sit down on the built in benches that ran along the windows, crossing one leg over the other and resting her hands on her knee. She looked back out the windows at the view of the trees from here.

“You…” she stressed the word. “…have been doing so as an excuse to come out to these places so you can be around me.”

She couldn’t have shocked me more, pinning me in place with one sentence and revealing everything in it’s greedy, grubby, horny little light. She didn’t even look at me.

“You’re infatuated. It’s cute seeing how you adore me, but you’ve never made a move and I’ve never encouraged you.”

I rubbed one hand down my lower face, and with a sigh sat down on the other bench running along the opposite wall, as far from her as I could be.

“Well. Uhh, I’m old enough to know that I’m…I’ve been pretty obvious.”

“And still you never made a move.” she said it as a statement, her eyes wandering over the scenery outside, her voice mild.

“It’s not that I…I don’t want you to think…” I stared at her, nervous, rubbing my hands down the thighs of my jeans. “I don’t know what I want, but you’re right. You never encouraged me so…so admiring you was all I had.” I said, my heart skipping a beat.

She looked at me then and gave me a sad smile. “Even now, you lack all sleazy intent. I didn’t know they made city boys so respectful. Or sincere.”

“Not so sleazy as you would like to think.” I held up my hands with a self deprecating laugh and gave the front door a guilty look. I looked back at her. “You’re like a drug I want to overdose on. I’d happily go broke and keep sleeping in hotel rooms if we could just keep…doing this.”

“Why, Jim. It sounds like you’re a romantic.”

Was she offering me a chance here? An opening?

“And you’re beautiful.” I replied.

A woman like her obviously got the fact that a guy like me, admitting to his adoration, must have himself in hand over her more than once a day. At any other time she might have been flattered and wrapped me around her little finger, but instead she just smiled and shook her head, looking back outside. I sighed, deflating a little.

“Besides, all this time you’ve pretty much held up a riot shield. You know, with talking about Ron so much?” Ron was her boyfriend. A real small town macho asshole complete with that cliche of having been a football star.

“Yeah. Him. And that’s the irony here.” she sighed, her eyes pained.

“Has something happened?”

“Ron happened. Him and that slut from the bowling alley.” she looked back at me. “Welcome to small town USA, Jimmy.”

“Umm.” I said, feeling young. This kind of thing was common in the city. This kind of thing was common everywhere, but somehow I kept my mouth shut. Raquel went on.

“Thing was, before I found that out, he tried to pin it back on me. Everything we just mentioned, he was saying it’s all BS. That I show off all the time. That I sell houses this way. That I coax men to follow me around and get their eyes full until they would sign anything just to see my tits. He brought you up. The weeks we’ve been spending out here looking at places.”

“None of that’s true.” I frowned.

She gave out a little laugh and looked up at the ceiling, dabbing one tear away from the corner of her eye. “Yeah, more’s the pity.”

I realized I had added insult to injury here and I didn’t know what to say.

“Doesn’t matter. He said all that just so he wouldn’t feel guilty about cheating on me first.” she looked back outside.

“For that matter, I think he only feels guilty about being caught.”

A long moment drew out and I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, tapping my fingers together and puffing out my breath, wondering what to say.

“You’re still not going to make a move on me?” she said suddenly and I started. I looked back at her where she held me with those beautiful brown eyes.

“I, uh, I think you’re feeling vulnerable right now and…and any anything from me would be…”

“What if I don’t care? About it being wrong? What if I wanted to prove a certain somebody right in what he said?” she arched one immaculate eyebrow.

“You mean Ron?”

She nodded slowly and I swallowed a little, my mouth dry.

“So you want to get even with Ron by…”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“I think so.” I strangled a little on the words.

“You would. You’re too good for this place, Jim. You’re too good for me.”

“That sure isn’t the case. I didn’t mean to make you feel like you were trashy or something. For wanting to get even with Ron. Times like this? No one can blame you.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have suggested it. It insults us both, but…”

“But?”

She sat back with a sigh and slid her hands into the pockets of her coat, she uncrossed her legs and slid them out straight in front of her, crossing her feet in her stylish dark ankle boots.

“Maybe he was right. About me coaxing men along.”

“If you do, you do it naturally.”

“You think?”

“Easily. You’re not a tease, Raquel, you’re just so sexy you can’t help it.”