This story follows on chronologically from 'Charlotte Goes To A House Party' but can be read as a separate story.
As a student in my last year of university I was mainly focused on my studies and having a boyfriend from my home town meant that I wasn't constantly out partying and looking to hook up with guys, although I had let my faithfulness slip on occasions, I consoled myself with the thought that it was never premeditated or planned it just sort of tended to happen.
Since I'd last cheated on my boyfriend at a house party I vowed to be faithful but wouldn't rule out lust taking over me as long as it didn't have a long-term impact on my relationship, or at least, when I did slip up I was fortunate that he never found out.
I was working on my dissertation when I heard a knock on the door of my shared student house. On opening the door, I found it was my landlord. I thought it was very courteous of him to knock, since he had the keys he could have let himself in. Since it was our last year in the house he had come round to discuss his plans for next year and how this would affect us all.
Mr. Whitehead, our landlord, was easily in his fifties, the grey hair and his physique placed him firmly in the silver fox category and whilst all of us girls had commented on this on all of the occasions that we'd seen him, today was the first time that I'd really got to talk to him. His mature attitude and conversation proved to be a welcome change to the silliness of the boys my own age.
"Hello there," it was my housemate Tammy, that spoke as she joined us in the kitchen, breaking my conversation with Mr. Whitehead.
Realising I was annoyed at being interrupted served to make me come to terms with very real fascination and intrigue I had for my landlord, the man who was older than my own father. I tried to tell myself that it was just the intimacy of our conversation being disrupted that irked me.
I knew that there was a Mrs. Whitehead, since I had met her previously and I knew they had children that were now grown up and actually older than me but as I played with myself in bed that night, my fingers and vibrator brought me to climax with the thought of an illicit liaison with Mr. Whitehead lodged firmly in my head.
I cast these thoughts aside though, for the time being, continuing with my studies as a lack of contact meant that my landlord was no longer occupying my thoughts.
That was until, about a fortnight later when Beth and I came back to the house after a run, just as Mr. Whitehead was at the doorway about to leave. Again, I measured my attraction to him by the level of disappointment I felt that he was leaving.
"Sorry girls," he said to us, "I was just telling Tammy that I'm going to have to do some work on the house but I'll do my very best to minimise the disturbance to you for your finals."
"Well thanks for being kind enough to let us know," it was Beth that gushed at him. This wasn't surprising since we all admitted our old man crush on him.
"I've got to dash though but I'm sure Tammy can fill you in on the details," he said, as he got into his Jaguar to leave.
We went into the house and as I turned to wave him goodbye I caught him eyeing me up and down in my tight lycra gym set. Just his look sent a bolt of electricity through my body.
"Bet he'd be fucking great at licking you out," Beth told the girls, we were all giggling. I recounted what had happened, in my head, my fantasy played out again, safe in the knowledge that nothing would ever happen between this older, married man and me, the younger than his daughter, tenant. It was just a bit of fun. For the moment.
A week or so later, as I approached my house after a long day of hard studying in the university library, I got a thrill just by catching a glimpse of Mr. Whitehead's Jaguar parked up outside our house again. I questioned just exactly what I was doing and hoping to achieve as I found myself in the toilets of a local pub quickly changing into my tiny gym shorts and sports bra, luckily nestling in the bottom of my bag, so that I could enter the house wearing something as revealing as possible. Unfortunately, it wasn't quite warm enough to wear the top on its own so I had to wear a hoody but I figured this could always be removed once inside the house.
As I entered the house in my tiny shorts I was met by Mr. Whitehead but disappointingly he was accompanied by his builder. I had hoped to give Mr. Whitehead a good look at my long legs in a bid to win his approval but where I couldn't be certain of his thoughts, his builder companion left no doubt as it looked as though his eyes were about to pop out of his head at the sight of my exposed flesh. I was glad that I had my hoody on because I think it may very well have pushed him over the edge if his reaction to my legs was anything to go by. His staring was so obvious, Mr. Whitehead seemed very much aware of this and swiftly moved the builder into another room away from me.
Although I was disappointed that I'd not had the chance to speak to Mr. Whitehead alone again, I liked the fact that he'd acted protectively towards me and the builder so obviously ogling me didn't actually disgust me but made me feel desired as well.
"Sorry about earlier Charlotte, I promise there won't be any more problems or stares from Ray & let the other girls know as well. If there is though please let me know," my phone lit up to a text message from my landlord, Mr. Whitehead.
"No problem, Mr. Whitehead," I replied in a message, "I don't expect any of us will be here much in the daytime but thanks anyway x."
I put the kiss out of habit, but I knew I wouldn't be disappointed if this escalated. Playful fun, I thought.
"Thanks for your understanding but please call me Alistair x," he replied.
"Okay Alistair, we're all happy to help you & you've been a good landlord, we'll all be sad to leave at the end of the year x."
I wasn't really sure where the conversation was heading and I wasn't sure how to proceed with a married man who was old enough to be my father and all while I still had a boyfriend. We continued to text each other back and forth through the evening but I couldn't quite tell if it was flirtatious or not as we spoke, mainly about my plans for after university.
Ray, our builder started work on our house a week or so later and under strict instructions from his employer, he tried as best as he could to not disturb us, or perve on any of us either. I didn't want him to feel unwelcome though and offered to make him a cup of tea on his first afternoon of work that coincided with me being in the house, to which he readily accepted.
I was also glad to have the opportunity to text Mr. Whitehead again, just to update him on his builder's progress on the house, of course.
As our text conversation continued throughout that week, I thought about how to push the boundaries with my older man, who was rapidly becoming the only thing occupying my mind.
"Sorry for all of the disruption, again this week," he messaged me.
"I'm sure you could make it up to me, somehow, Mr Whitehead x," I replied. I suddenly panicked as there was no response, I'd taken it too far I thought. The minutes passed by with no response and I felt stupid.
Relief, though, as my phone pinged and I saw he'd replied. Although with some trepidation, I opened it.
