It had been over a year since Irene had left him and almost 3 since the death of Tiffany, his only daughter. For Terry things were looking bad. Although Janine had been with him for some months as his lodger but as she was so young she was often out clubbing and besides, the age gap meant they shared very little in common.
While Terry sought the companionship of a good woman, Janine was solely motivated by money and there was very little she wouldn't do if the price was right. In fact he had only kept her around because she reminded him so much of his beautiful Tiffany who he missed so much.
Terry as usual had spent he night drowning his sorrows in the Vic and as Peggy rang the bell for closing time, he fell off his stool and staggered out into the square, contemplating returning home to his house to spend another night alone in his big empty bed. As he turned the key in the lock and entered the hallway, he noticed that Janine was home as her coat was on the hook next to wear he had just hung his.
He entered the living room and shouted Janine, as he wanted to ask her if she fancied anything from Ian's Chippy. There was no reply, and he thought she must have gone to bed early. He decided to go for a pee and turn in himself before doing the same again the next day. He slipped off his shoes and stumbled towards the bathroom.
As he approached he heard singing and the gushing of water, She must have been in the shower. If he had been sober, he would have waited for the bathroom to become vacant and waited patiently for his lodger to finish.
However, he wasn't sober, and the alcohol in his bloodstream affected his thinking. He pushed open the door slightly and was about to enter when he suddenly became frozen to the spot. From his position peeping through the slightly open door, he could see 18-year-old Janine in the shower; she was naked and covered in soap with her back to the door.
Terry felt a stirring in his trousers, it was a long time since he had seen a naked woman in the flesh, and although he had seen plenty of gorgeous big-titted slender models in his collection of porn magazines which served as sexual relief since Irene left, the sight of this chubby plain-looking teenager washing herself in his bathroom caused him to become more excited than he'd been for some time. He stood and stared, watching as her hands glided over her soapy thighs and ass. His cock was really getting hard now in his pants and he put his hand in his pocket and began to touch himself as he watched.
Janine dropped the soap in the cubicle and as she bent over to pick it up, she unknowingly gave him a perfect view of her big round behind sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine.
Then he heard the shower being switched off and quickly fled away to his bedroom so she wouldn't spot him. He reached under his bed and pulled out a big pile of adult magazines and rifled through them looking for one magazine in particular.
Then he apparently found what he was looking for and quickly fumbled at his belt before dropping his trousers and underpants and frantically beating his rock hard erection, never taking his eyes off the picture.
After a couple of minutes of frantic wanking, he grunted and his buttocks clenched. With a quick jerk of his hips, his dick jumped twice and sprayed his hand with thick gooey cum. He lifted the magazine to his face with his freshly soiled hand and kissed the picture whispering "I love you baby", before cleaning himself off with a tissue and drifting off to sleep.
When he awoke in the morning Janine had already gone out and Terry stumbled out of bed nursing an almighty hangover. He sat in the kitchen for a while and consumed a cup of coffee and a couple of aspirin, before heading out into the square for a walk to try and clear his head. After an hour or so, the fresh air had had the desired effect and he decided to head home for some lunch.
When he arrived home Janine had returned from wherever she had been, her presence again being given away by her jacket hanging in the hallway.
Terry hung up his coat and entered the kitchen shouting to Janine, wherever she was, whether she wanted some lunch with him. "Just a minute Terry…." Came the distant reply "…..I'm in the shower, I'll be out in a moment." Although he was now sober he still remembered how horny the sight had made him the night before and he once again crept over towards the bathroom door.
Very carefully, he turned the knob of the door and pushed it open just slightly, congratulating himself for never putting a lock on it. Again he was greeted with the sight of Janine's naked body. This time he had a side view and was able to watch as she rubbed her soapy hands all over her young perky bosoms.
The same vision produced the same result and Terry's dick sprang to attention inside his grey corduroy pants. Janine's arm reached up to turn off the shower and again Terry scurried off to his room to attend to his growing hardon. However, as he looked around on the floor, searching for the picture he had used the night before, expecting it to be in the place he had left it (beside the bed) the previous evening. As his cock throbbed in his trousers, his search became more frantic.
