This story follows on chronologically from 'Charlotte & Her Landlord' but can be read as a separate story.
My fifty-plus year old, grey haired landlord, who had just given me the two best orgasms of my life, had just cum in my tight twenty-two year old pussy.
It took me a while to realise what was happening though but it seemed as though a switch had been turned off in Mr. Whitehead and the atmosphere had rapidly changed.
"I'll get you a taxi now," he snapped, irritably, handing me my clothes and shoes as he started punching in the number on his phone.
"What?" I said, struggling to come to terms with the new post-sex mood in the room, despite it still smelling of sex, it was clear he wanted me out, "why?"
"Look, you can't stay here," he snarled, "you must leave."
I tried to protest, I wanted an explanation but I wasn't getting anything out of him apart from a dismissal and a journey back to my house.
I felt tears rolling down my cheek as I sat in the taxi, making my way through the darkened streets of the city, trying to piece together the events of that evening, sending a stream of messages to Mr. Whitehead, all without reply, in search of a meaning for this sudden rejection.
Back at my shared student house, I had a late night shower and cried myself to sleep.
I didn't bother to set my alarm, I made the decision to skip classes the next day to instead mope around the house by myself.
It was well past midday when I emerged from my room and went to get some coffee and cereal from the kitchen.
"Hello, sorry, I didn't realise anyone was in," it was Ray, the builder, who greeted me with a massive smile, clearly pleased to see me as he was carrying out work for Mr. Whitehead, our landlord, "I would have turned my radio down if I'd known."
"Oh no, no, seriously," I fumbled my words, "I didn't even hear it, I was fast asleep."
"It's my last day today," he said, "I'll be out of your hair for good then, sorry, if all of this work on your house has disrupted your studies."
"Please don't worry Ray, it's hardly affected me at all. In the day, when you've been here, I've nearly always been out at uni. I'm just about to make a coffee, do you want one?"
"Thanks Charlotte, but, I'd rather have a tea, if you don't mind."
"Sure, how do you take it again?"
"Strong and dark, no sugar, the ladies say I'm sweet enough already," he joked.
I actually laughed at this, breaking my mood.
He made his way back to where he was working as the kettle boiled and I then made his tea to bring out to him.
"Are you okay," he said, "not being at your university today and all that?"
"Hmmm," was all I could muster, obviously my unhappiness was reflected in my face and body language.
"Sit down," he said, really nicely, "pretty thing like you can't have too many worries in this world."
"If only."
"I bet you've got boys queuing right down the road, just to talk you. I'm guessing it's boy trouble?"
"Almost," I replied, I could feel a tear building up, "except he's a not a boy, he's a man."
With that, I burst into uncontrollable tears, I was really sobbing, my heart ached because of the confusion I was feeling from the last night and the rejection from Mr. Whitehead after such an exhilarating high.
Without thinking, I was quite literally crying on Ray's shoulder. The man employed by my landlord, Mr. Whitehead, to do the building work on the shared house I lived in.
"There, there love," Ray had his arm around my shoulder and was patting my head, "if you want to talk about it, I'm told I'm a good listener."
"I don't know how to explain it," I said, finally, as my tears relented and I could get out some words, "but I thought I'd found someone who could really make me happy but he's just completely rejected me and I don't know what to do. I feel terrible about myself. Like I'm not good enough and never will be."
"Look at me," he said, "fifty years old next week, overweight and not a lot of great opportunities coming my way, compare this to you, how old are you, twenty-one?"
"Twenty-two."
"Oh, that ripe old age. I was going to say you've got so many opportunities in your life but that was when I thought you were 'only' twenty-one."
I laughed at this.
"But seriously, Charlotte," he continued, "you think what's happening to you now is a big deal, but promise me, it won't seem quite so big, even in a few days, maybe a month, this time next year it'll probably all be forgotten."
I spoke to him calmly, I explained a few of my problems, I omitted the details: explicit and personal, no names and so on and he was right, he really was a good listener. Chipping in with a few choice bits of advice, no judgements.
I realised that I was sat next to him on a sofa, cuddling into him and he was right, he was carrying a bit of extra weight, but he made me feel better and safer. I was still wearing my coconut white satin pyjama set with little shorts exposing my long legs and nothing underneath the matching top.
I just needed to feel wanted again and as I cuddled into him, I thought it must be the outline of his erection forming a tent pole in his work trousers. I didn't stop to think that two men, both old enough to be me father in just two days, probably wasn't the best idea but I just couldn't help myself.
"You really are so lucky Charlotte," he said to me as I was still in his arms, "clever, at university, probably going to get a great job, leading to a nice house and all that, you've got lovely long hair, it smells delicious, you've got the best pair of legs I've seen in many a year, soft, smooth skin, I've seen more fat on a butcher's pencil, as they say, and you know what, you're a nice person with it as well. Your nose isn't stuck up in the air like some people's."
I looked up from cuddling him and into his kind eyes and I couldn't help but kiss him on the lips. It was Ray that actually held back at first but as I pushed my lips into his again, my mouth parted to be met by his forty-nine year old tongue. I was actually enjoying this and appreciated his roving hands on the outside of my pyjamas, touching my body through the material and the exposed skin of my legs.
I thought, maybe the hangover from too much alcohol last night may have contributed to the situation as well but there was no doubting I was horny and I felt the desire for the touch of a man.
"I mean this Ray," I said, breaking off the kiss to stand up, "I want you to come with me."
My slender fingers, soft with carefully manicured nails, felt wanted as I held his hand, his fingers willingly wrapping around mine, the contrast of his rough hands against the softness of mine as I led him to my bedroom.
"It turns me on that you want me Ray," I told him as I shut my bedroom door behind me, knowing we had the house to ourselves for the afternoon.
"I knew there was something special about you Charlotte, right from the first time I saw you, all of those weeks ago."
Standing in the entrance to my bedroom, Ray placed his hands on my hips as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him in for a long, lingering and passionate kissing embrace.
I certainly wasn't attracted to Ray because of his physique or good looks, but I was overcome by his eagerness to please and his gratitude. He kissed me as though he hadn't kissed a twenty-two year old for at least twenty odd years, which afterwards I reasoned, he most probably hadn't. He seemed to savour each moment he had with me and when his eagerness took over he managed to pull back a bit. If his tongue went too far into my mouth, he seemed to realise and retract it slightly. I closed my eyes and enjoyed being wanted again.
As our bodies touched while we kissed each other I could feel some hardness as I pushed my body into his and he got to grips with light strokes and gropes of my body through the satin pyjamas set I was still wearing.
We continued kissing, our lips locked as we fell to the bed and rolled around all over each other.
"I haven't done anything this exciting for a while, I'll tell you that Charlotte," he said, as we continued to embrace, kiss and playfully touch each other moving over my bed.
"Do I turn you on Ray? Is my body enough for you?"
"You're so gorgeous love, your body's incredible."
"Stay there then," I instructed him, pointing to the bed as I moved back to the floor.
I put on some music and started to sway my hips in time to the rhythms. The way he looked at me so intently, with such lust, made me feel sexy again.
I rubbed my hands over my body, through the material of my satin pyjama set as I danced in front of Ray, facing him, as he made his way to sit on the edge of the end of my bed, parting his legs so they were even wider apart, I moved into the space turning my back to him to rub myself for the first time over his crotch, feeling his rapidly enlarging cock through his trousers.
With my back still to him, I bent over in front of Ray, my tiny pyjama shorts riding even higher exposing even more of my long legs. I put my finger to my lips and turned to look at Ray.
"You've definitely done this before Charlotte," he encouraged me from his seated position.
Then I turned to face him, lowering myself into a squat position. Moving to sit on his lap, I lightly pulled at the material of my pyjamas but left them on. Dismounting him, I stood and held one leg high in the air, this time exposing my slit for a grateful, nearly fifty-year-old builder.
I fixed my eyes on Ray's as I undid the buttons of my top, one-by-one, casting it to the side, leaving me in just my satin shorts. Moving forwards to between his legs again, I lent forwards, to put my chest near to his his face, close enough for him to breath on my perky nipples but moved back, teasing him, so that he couldn't suck them yet.
Swaying my hips from side to side, I continued to touch myself all over my body, as I worked my arse towards his face, bending forwards so my backside was almost touching Ray's nose. Still facing forwards, I backed into him and ground into his lap. As I continued to grind my arse into his crotch I let my long brunette hair, that was tied up in a ponytail, fall to one side offering my neck to Ray's lips to lightly kiss before quickly standing to my feet again.
Looking at Ray, over my shoulders, I licked my lips as I shifted my shorts down to my ankles to step out of them. I covered my tight and bald pussy with my hand and then spun round to face him again, gradually removing my fingers to show him my pussy in full for the first time that afternoon.
A totally naked, 22-year-old, tight, toned, long haired brunette then straddled the 49 year-old man. I was much smaller than him so she had to move back on to the bed to push my body towards his face. I pushed one of my perky pierced nipples into Ray's mouth for him to suck, flicking my ponytail away from one side of my head to the other.
