Full Inspection

Young and Old,

I could tell she was desperate.

No not desperate to get into my pants and suck my cock.

She was just young and pressing and needy.

No, not for a dogging—

Her fixed aim was a rental place way out of town.

A place I thought that was difficult to access.

Even if the outside view was world-class —

Still, Ms Shelby May, eighteen, signing the lease agreement was worth repeated looks.

Her alternative jewellery was pleasantly distracting, but the loose, relaxed, unconventional tie-dye clothing was annoying.

She was young and lithe, but I really couldn't make out her small pixie shape.

She was very petite- under five feet in stature.

But attractive- because she had the type of body you knew you could lift and support and bend and fuck easily in any position in any location.

Four foot ten and probably not much over fifty kilos clothed.

God, she had heels to compensate and strutted well as she left my office, far south coastal house keys in her hand.

She turned and waved them at me at the door, smiled, and said, "Thanks, Mr James."

Not Mark, I realised —as I had introduced myself.

You're too old for her— besides — your wedding ring.

Maybe she wouldn't thank me when she got to the place.

You really shouldn't lease — sight unseen.

The place was cheap and available because the house had been vacant for nine months.

Initially owned by a successful reclusive artist, but now by the estate of the deceased painter. The relatives wanted to sell it but couldn't.

If they tried, the council and the state government would have cause to demolish it. The natural granite getaway- then turned dwelling- was technically inside a National Coastal Maritime Park. Still, the place had papers making it legal before permit restrictions were introduced fifty years ago.

It could stay but couldn't be sold.

Difficult to lease till Ms Shelby was so sure it was her.

An artist of sorts, jewellery making.

Nine months ago, I had only driven down there once for the initial appraisal.

I was determined my junior colleague, Clarence, would take the long drive if we ever leased it. It would take the best part of a whole day: going, a brief check, and the long drive back.

Oh, there was no phone, no mobile tower in range, a real black spot, and the place had a generator.

An artist's retreat, alright.

The lass said she made natural costume jewellery to sell at weekend markets.

Well, it seemed genuine enough by the stuff she was wearing.

But I expected the boyfriend and sub-leasing to hippy friends once we left her alone.

They would probably grow weed, have wild sex orgies on the beach and stroll around the house naked in her jewellery …yeah dream on.

Why a single lass wanted such an isolated place: who knows?

I didn't care.

I was on a financial commission and monthly performance report to regional headquarters. I needed the place leased.

She had paid the full security bond deposit and the first month's rent in advance. She had a car, a cute VW beetle, parked outside our office in town, so the lease was hers.

I gave her a tenant checklist for the property's condition, and off she went.

I told her Clarence would be down the coast sometime next week to photograph the place, finalise a conditional report, and collect her conditional report notes that would form the basis of the full lease and the bond conditions.

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I ended up driving down the coast. Annoyed to start with but finally relaxing. The view was summer stunning. I enjoyed the curvy road, a subtle change of pace to town.

My car window was down; it was muggy, but a slight breeze was coming off the ocean to my right, south-east of Bremer Bay.

I loosened my tie and undid a couple of shirt buttons; life was okay.

Clarence was forgiven, too, for having to travel interstate on family matters.

The vista, at times, was breathtaking. Sky, sea, dunes and coastal heath combined faultlessly.

I was in the nature zone moment; I missed the turn-off.

Dirt road, unsigned, no Road Side Delivery box etc.

I had to reverse up two hundred metres.

I noticed the access road had deteriorated. Maybe last winter's rain. It was corrugated but still standard vehicle drivable; the key was to do it slowly.

I eased off the accelerator and took in the coastal heath and granite boulders. It was exceptional scenery.

Then cock throbbing stunning scenery.

Ms May's body greeted my eyes, washing her car next to the natural stone and timber dwelling.

She had on those super sexy self-cut jean shorts. Her pink T-shirt was tied above her navel. Her chest was water-soaked, and her nipples and curvy breasts were fully and sexily defined.

I had to concentrate and stop my car before I hit her bright, shiny yellow VW.

"Oh, excuse my look; I didn't know it would be today or it would be you, Mr James."

She was politely facing me front on, talking, but I was focused on her stunning nipples.

"Oh", she said, but not embarrassed, "Do you want me to change."

"No, it's okay; I shouldn't be staring; I'm here for the inspection. Clarence couldn't come, and we can't contact you by phone, as you know."

"Okay; do you want to go in and start? I need to finish up here."

I said: "Right, O. Join me when you're finished."

I headed for the open front door. Just inside, I turned for a peek at her.

Her arse was so shapely in those torn-off jeans; she was just so small.

She caught me out but smiled and got back to polishing.

I was caught out by myself wanting to polish her butt.

I had my routine condition report sheets —room by room —and started in the hallway, then the lounge, kitchen, and bathroom. These latter two always take a long time as you have to record every frickin scuff mark or chip and do the general photographs.

Next, in the master bedroom, my head was down, turning the condition report page.

I was ready to inspect; I got to inspect alright. I got to see every indentation and crevice truly exposed.

Man-oh-man, the master bedroom was an awesome sight.

It presented an A+.

Shelby May was full frontal nude, checking out herself in her full-length antique standing mirror, combing her thick dark pubes.

She was tiny, but what a pubic V.

It was devastatingly eye-drawing and cock raising in the same instance. It was my fastest full boner since college.

I stood there looking. I knew she had to be able to see me from the mirror, but she kept brushing — the petite vixen.

Her furry carnality dominated.

I don't think she had the power to stop. She kept raking her brush over her beaver pelt; believe me, that phrase is apt here.

"I'm ready for your inspection, Mr James; would you like to start with my garden?"

Like a dumbfuck I stood there just taking in her nipples, curvy white breasts, little body and her twat thicket.

Behind her was the world-renowned Southern Ocean Coastal view of Western Australia, out through the open French doors, a view that brought international photographers from all corners of the globe.

A vista that had earned the artist who lived here once — international fame.

All this was second-rate in the immediate instance.

Natural, naked, youthful beauty; has no physical peer.

Shelby's hair, breasts, navel, pubes and thighs combined flawlessly.

"God, never seen the full unshaved bush before, Mr James," she said.

"Well, yes, but no. Not like you, Shelby."

She was close to me; she emptied my hands of papers, lobbed the camera on the big bed and filled my hands. One hand over her nipple and one hand guided into the cleft covered by her personal fuzzy curly fleece.

If I thought she looked wet outside washing her car, it hadn't prepared me for her sopping slit. It was dewy wet. It was a filmy, fleshy delight to my fingers.

And she moaned because my touch gave her pussy that initial burst of tingly pleasure.

"Ooh, ooh, yes, there, just there, ooh, my, Mr James, ooh, ooh! "

The desire — the situation— went mutual very fast.

She released my trapped cock, into her hand after dropping my trousers and jocks.

We kissed and groped with our fingers for a few minutes. It was leisurely but rising randiness for two. The pre-game entertainment if you like.

The main fixture came fast, as it often does.

We were on the floor.

Only the greedy double feast of the sixty-nine could satisfy both of us.

We both had to receive and take pleasure at the same time.

Shelby was sucking cock with the belief her life and mine depended on it. I was slurping through fur to her clit and pink lips, intent on giving the petite minx an orgasm.

Shelby had my cock rigid to bursting for her pussy. I had her moaning as she arched her back and tried to close her legs as she had her first orgasm of the afternoon.

"Aagh, aaghh," she released.

She was sitting up on the floor with that female intent look of having to be filled with cock. It is the moment when pecker is in demand.

And God, it was my cock in the room.

The question was how I would take her.

She didn't seem to care.

I felt she would have moaned under a decent missionary fuck.

I rolled her over and got behind her, raising her legs and telling her to do a handstand.

Fuck I'd seen it in porn; no way my wife of twenty-five years could do this or I could support her weight, but lithe petite Shelby was made for this.

The standing wheelbarrow is doggy sex with extra benefits, as I quickly found out.

She seemed to know what I planned; maybe not; however, she was just so flexible and willing and frickin trusting and open to try.

My hands were on her hips; her legs somehow locked around my butt; fuck she was supple.

Her own hands held the rest of her non-weight on the floor; all I had to do was thrust into her wet hairy coochie. I was in deep, and the angle wasn't doggy; it was sensational and new.

Fuck it was a sweaty calorie burner too.

I was in her pussy like I'd never been in a pussy. Not just because it was her pussy; the angle had my cock and mind wild.

"Shelby…Shelby…Shelby," I screamed out her name as she went the vaginal muscle squeeze on my over-excited cock.

I thrust as fast as I could. We moved forward with momentum like a summer camp wheelbarrow race.

This was despite Shelby trying to hold firm with her hands on the floor.

Fuck we were both in orgasmic delirium; the great world closed off beyond our doubled genital delight.

She squealed and shrieked gutturally and yelled my name…sort of…

"Oh Mr James…you fucking beast…Oohh…, Mr James, you dirty dog, Oohh."

I fucking yelled out her name," Shelby…Shelby."

We combined body gyrated, genitals glued, and shuffle-shanked across the bedroom floor.

We nearly smacked into her mirror.

She somehow stopped before she toppled.

Shelby really dug her hands wide and flat on the floorboards and watched her face and looked at mine too in the mirror; as I jizzed her so frickin deep, as her pussy worked its muscle magic around my throbbing cum immersion.

I was fucked out, as only a male can be.

She was fucked up as only a female can be.

She sat in front of the mirror.

Bounced into a seated position, too easily, like our Kama Sutra sex was just a yoga class move.

I was down, too, cradling her from behind. Kissing her shoulder, her neck and her ear.

It was over. I was calm like I had never experienced after sex.

So intense.

Yet now so calm.

The petite Ms May had her legs open, her fur box revealing its treasure trove of flesh. I saw it in the mirror, and she saw me watching as my cock juice seeped out of her sweet insides onto the floorboards.

"Inspection complete, Mr James," she said.

I replied, "Yes, that's the full inspection."