Paying the Landlord

"20, 40, 60, 80..." She whispered to herself as she counted out the stack of notes on the kitchen counter. Her anxiety increased as the stack got thinner but the numbers weren't close enough to her rent.

"320, 340... FUCK!" she hissed, setting the last £20 down on the pile. She was still £100 short for the rent on her room.

Lizzie lived in a house shared with her landlord, Andrew, and his wife Melissa. She had moved in there shortly after starting her second year of university, after her time in halls ran out. The space was comfortable, and Andy and Melissa were good people; she knew she had lucked out to only be paying them £460 a month. She worked part-time as a waitress in a local pub alongside her studies, but lately she had had less shifts and smaller tips, which had led to her current predicament.

Biting her lip anxiously, she paced the room for a minute until she heard a key turn in the front door. Peering round the corner, she saw Andy locking up behind himself and took a moment to brace herself to explain her situation. As she did, she found her eyes roving over her landlord.

Andy was tall, late-30s man with a well-maintained beard and artfully tousled brown hair, streaked with hints of silver. He had his own contracting firm, which was currently working on structural restoration of the local cathedral and as he shrugged off his hi-vis work jacket, she noted the cords of muscle running up his arms. He wore blue jeans, boots and a dark-coloured t-shirt, that clung well to his toned body.

Not for the first time, Lizzie felt wetness pooling between her thighs at the sight of him.

It was rare for him to be home before Melissa, who worked as a teacher at the local primary school and was usually home by 4, but she had mentioned at breakfast that it was parents' evening that night and that she would be home much later than usual.

Shaking her head to clear the sudden lust-fuelled brain fog, Lizzie reminded herself of her current predicament and braced herself for the inevitable favour she would have to ask of her handsome landlord -- an extension on the rent.

Stepping back into the kitchen, Lizzie ran her hands over her round breasts and flat stomach, smoothing the wrinkles from her soft t-shirt. She adjusted the waistband of her shorts and tugged the hem down from where it had become lodged under her wide, rounded bum. Her legs stretched out before her as she leaned back casually against the counter and took a deep, steadying breath.

Andy came into the kitchen, raking a hand tiredly through his hair. He almost startled at the sight of Lizzie in the kitchen, seemingly not having realised she was there and she watched as he raked his eyes over her, dragging his gaze from her bare feet, up her legs, over her hips and stomach, resting for a split second on her ample breasts before finally meeting her eyes.

"Ah, hi Lizzie" he said, greeting her with his deep, rich voice. The sound of her name on his lips was enough to send another wave of moisture between her thighs and she couldn't help but rub them together slightly as he spoke. "Sorry, I didn't realise you were down here."

"Hi Andy" she replied, trying to keep her voice steady and not relay to him the way he made her feel. "Sorry, I was just sorting my rent money out for you. I... I have a bit of a problem this month"

"Oh?" he frowned a little, taking a step towards her in concern "What's wrong?"

"Well, work hasn't been giving me as many shifts lately and so my base pay and my tips have been really bad this month -- I'm £100 short. I was wondering if I could have an extension?" She asked, giving him the best puppy dog eyes she could.

She watched as he swallowed hard, averting his gaze to the counter where her money sat.

"I think the problem with that is that Melissa needs that money for the mortgage -- she can't be late on that, or we have to pay extra fees." Andy replied, glancing back at her apologetically.

She sighed in despair, tears welling up behind her eyes as she felt the anxiety inside her rising again.

Seeing this, Andy continued hurriedly "But... I mean... I could cover the extra £100. But you would need to do some work for me to earn it."

Hope filled Lizzie again as she looked up at him, the last tear tracking down her cheek "Really? Oh Andy, that would be incredible -- I'll do anything!"

He cleared his throat awkwardly, averting his gaze again "We have some filing you can do at the office -- 2 days' work should cover the £100. Are you free to start tomorrow?"

"Yes, oh yes! I'll be there! Thank you so much, Andy! I won't forget this!" She beamed at him happily and leaned up to peck him on the cheek. As her lips connected with the scruff of his beard and her breasts rubbed against his chest, she felt him tense and suck in a large breath. Still smiling, she bounced out of the room and up the stairs, leaving Andy to collect the £360 she had left on the side.

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The next day, Lizzie dressed in her best office attire. She had a fitted white shirt that hugged her breasts and revealed just a hint of cleavage and a soft, grey pencil skirt that clung to her shapely bum. Her long, blonde hair was clipped up in a claw clip and she had added eyeliner, mascara and her signature red lipstick before slipping into a pair of black heels and grabbing her simple, black handbag. Andy was already waiting by the front door when she came down the stairs, and when he looked up at her she could have sworn she saw lust in his gaze. She squeezed past him in the hallway to go to the kitchen and grab some fruit for her breakfast, greeting a bleary-eyed Melissa who sat tiredly at the kitchen table nursing a steaming coffee mug. Melissa's reply was closer to a grunt of acknowledgement, as her eyes remained fixed on the coffee and Lizzie recognised that the woman had not long been awake, so did not take offense to the greeting.

Heading back out of the kitchen, she met Andy by the front door and gave him her most grateful smile.

"I'm ready. Thank you again for this! You're an absolute lifesaver." She said warmly, noticing that today he was wearing a white button-up shirt and navy-blue tie, indicating that he would be based in the office today rather than on site.

"No problem" he replied gruffly, seemingly unsure about how to process the gratitude being directed at him by the young woman. He cleared his throat awkwardly and unlocked the front door "Let's go. Bye Mel!" he called out to his wife.

"Bye!" A tired reply sounded from the kitchen and the pair exited the house and made their way to Andy's work van. Ever the gentleman, he opened the passenger side door for her and helped her to climb in, hands grazing gently over her hips as he helped her up. She tried to ignore the way her nipples hardened at the feel of his hands on her and crossed her legs to try and absorb as much of the sudden dampness between her thighs with her lacy thong as she could.

He closed the door behind her and made his way round to the driver's side, hopping in next to her. His eyes raked over her crossed legs before he hurriedly looked away and focused on getting them to the office.

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"Okay, so here's your desk for the next couple of days -- we have a stack of purchase order forms that need to be submitted to the suppliers over there. Just look for the name of the supplier in the directory, scan in the form and attach it to an email for them and send. Got it?" Andy leaned against a wooden desk in the office, gesturing to a chair and computer.

Lizzie looked around the small room -- there was a desk, a chair, a computer and a small waiting area with a 2 seater sofa outside another door which held Andy's name. The entrance door was between the sofa and her desk and there was a small kitchenette to the rear of the room. One last door with a toilet symbol on it indicated the w/c. It seemed as though she would be working alone!

"Our usual secretary, Sheila, would do this normally but she's off with covid at the moment and there's only so much I can do on top of my other duties." Andy added "So it's actually great timing for both of us -- I need the help and you need the money!"

She smiled back at him, setting her things down by the desk "Thank goodness for that then!"

He stood and nodded, before turning towards his office "If you need anything, I'll be in here -- if the phone rings, just take a message if possible unless it's Melissa. If it's Mel, transfer her straight through using the transfer button and then press '1'"

"Sure thing... boss" she winked at him and he chuckled, before heading into his office and leaving the door ajar so he could hear her if she needed help.

The morning passed quickly and by lunchtime she had taken several messages, sent off about a third of the purchase orders and was about to eat her banana when the phone rang again.

"Good afternoon, Miller Construction, how may I help you?" she answered smoothly, setting the fruit down on the desk and picking up a pen in anticipation.

"Lizzie? It's Mel! How are things going? Hope Andy isn't being too much of a slavedriver!" the familiar voice drifted through the phone and Lizzie chuckled amusedly.

"Oh, hi Mel! It's not too bad actually -- lots of purchase order forms to send off but I'm in a good flow with them now. Are you after Andy?"

"Yes, is he around?"

"Absolutely, let me transfer you real quick. See you later!"

"You too Lizzie, thanks!"

Lizzie put the call on hold, pressed transfer and then 1 and the phone rang in Andy's office.

"Andy, it's Mel for you!" Lizzie called, letting him know who was on the other end.

"Ah, thanks Lizzie!" he called back and she heard him answer the phone to his wife.

Lizzie grabbed her banana and her phone and moved to the sofa to eat her snack and take a short break from the computer. As she sat there, scrolling through her phone and peeling the banana, she was unaware of Andy's gaze on her. Moving from the desk to the sofa had put her directly in his line of sight through the slightly ajar door, and he watched as she alternated wrapping her pillowy lips around the banana and chewing idly on her lip as she focused on the small screen in front of her. He hummed an acknowledgement down the phone to his wife to make her think he was still listening as he watched his young lodger and could not help but imagine her wrapping her lips around something more local to him. He felt his cock stirring in his trousers and he reached down to adjust it as his wife continued rambling on about something to do with her class that morning, inputting the occasional "hmm" and "ahh" to make it appear that he was listening.

He watched as Lizzie set the banana peel on the arm of the sofa, only to accidentally knock it to the floor with her elbow. She set her phone to one side and crawled up onto the sofa on her knees, leaning over the arm to pick up the fruit peel. He was treated to an unobstructed view of the university student's ass wriggling as she bent over, and almost unconsciously his hand drifted back to his cock to give it a squeeze as he imagined cupping her ass with his hands and squeezing the soft flesh in his palms. He shifted his palm against the bulge of his erection, almost bucking his hips against the feeling.

"Babe? Have I lost you?" Melissa's voice asked in his ear and he jolted his hand away as if he had been scalded.

"S-sorry babe, an email came in from a client and I got distracted for a moment!" he hurriedly answered, hoping that she wouldn't somehow know he had been seconds away from taking his cock out and stroking it to the view of their hot, young lodger bent over the arm of a sofa.

"Ahh, I'm sorry! You're busy, I shouldn't be talking your ear off!" Mel apologised "I need to get back anyway -- I have photocopying to do before my next class starts. I just wanted to check in with you. I'll see you tonight babe -- I love you!"

"Love you too" he mumbled back, before hanging the phone up and raking his hands ashamedly through his hair. He had a loving wife who had a heart kinder than anyone else he'd ever known, how could he be such a scummy bastard to even consider wanking himself off to another woman? He shook himself in annoyance and stood to close the door fully.

Lizzie looked up as the door clicked, entirely unaware of what had just elapsed for Andy. Glancing at her watch, she stood and returned to the desk, dropping her banana peel into the bin on the way before spending the afternoon engaged in more purchase orders.

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The phone didn't ring again until 3.30PM - Lizzie answered the same way again and was surprised to hear a slightly frantic Mel on the other end of the phone.

"Lizzie? It's Mel. I don't have time to talk to Andy, but could you please let him know I'm going to be late home today? We've had a call from OFSTED today and we need to stay late to devise an action plan."

"Oh no! Of course, Mel, I'll let him know! I'm sure he'll understand." Lizzie replied soothingly.

"Thank you, Lizzie, you're a star. Tell Andy to get you both a takeaway tonight -- it's unlikely I'll be home for dinner. I'll see you later!"

"Bye Mel!" Lizzie replied, hanging up. Smoothing her skirt, she stood and made her way over to the door of Andy's office and knocked.

"Come in!" The gruff voice of her landlord/temporary boss called out.

Twisting the handle, she pushed open the door and found him hunched over at his desk making hurried notes on a file. He didn't look up as she entered.

"Hi Andy, I have a message for you from Mel."

"Mel? I thought I asked you to put her straight through?" He frowned, finally setting down his pen and looking up at her.

"She said she didn't have time to talk, she just wanted me to let you know that she won't be home until late because they've had the OFSTED call and she needs to plan with the team." Lizzie blurted, not wanting him to be displeased with her.

"Ah, ok. That makes sense." He shifted in his seat, not meeting her eyes "Anything else?"

"She said we should get a takeaway tonight as she's not going to be home for dinner." She watched as he gripped the edge of the table, almost as if in frustration, and took in a deep breath through his nose -- he seemed upset.

"Actually, I probably won't be done here for a while. You might want to get a taxi home." He said, staring fixedly at the desk. "I'll give you the money. Sorry."

"Oh no, it's alright -- I'm not actually hungry and I'm nearly done with the first stack of orders. If I stay a bit longer then I'll definitely get them all finished by end of day tomorrow and you'll be in a good place for when Sheila comes back!" She interjected hurriedly, not wanting him to be alone when he was clearly stressed. "Plus, no offence Andy, but you seem stressed. If I can get this work done, that's at least one thing you don't have to worry about!"

He finally looked up at her, taking in the consideration in her eyes and gave her a soft smile, ashamed of his awkward sexual thoughts about her earlier "Thanks Lizzie, that's great of you. Tell you what, I'll finish up this email and then I'll go grab us some food from the Chinese round the corner -- you might not feel hungry, but you need to keep your strength up if you're going to keep at those purchase orders."

She nodded and grinned, glad that he had relaxed a little. As she turned to leave, she accidentally dropped a pad of post-its to the floor and bent down to pick them up. She heard a muffled grunt from behind her, and peered backwards over her shoulder at Andy, who quickly looked away and suddenly seemed very interested in the email he was reading. A cursory glance under his desk showed her a large bulge forming between his legs and she bit her lip, feeling her wetness (which had barely been contained by her thong earlier) begin to drip down her thighs.

At that moment, she completely forgot Melissa existed and her mind was filled with images of what might be hiding inside those suit trousers and how it would feel to wrap her mouth around it. Silently, she vowed to find out.

Standing slowly and pushing out her ass as she did, she left the room, adding some extra wiggle into her walk as she did, and she heard a rushed exhalation of breath from behind her. She didn't close the door at all on her way out, leaving it wide open so he would be able to see her if he looked up. She sashayed over to the desk, bending over it exaggeratedly to set the post-its back down and when she did finally return to her seat, she made sure to hike her skirt up a little, revealing an expanse of smooth, toned thigh that had previously not been visible.

If she had glanced over, she would have seen Andy staring at her, his hand cupping and squeezing his cock again as all thoughts of his loyal wife left his mind and all he pictured was plunging his length into Lizzie's hot young pussy and making her scream his name.

She sighed prettily and pretended to fidget, uncrossing and recrossing her legs, changing the angle of her chair and acting as though she was uncomfortable. Standing again, she bent down to inspect the chair more closely, presenting him with the view of her ass as she kept her legs straight and bent at the waist to get a closer look. Subtly, she raised her skirt a little more, until the hem sat just below the luscious globes of her ass cheeks and she pretended to be really invested in checking over the chair for the source of her discomfort.

Andy, however, had given in and unzipped his trousers, gripping his large erection in his hand as he watched her show and longing for the skirt to ride up enough to give him a view of her underwear. He stroked up and down as he watched the sexy student examining the chair closely and imagined himself standing behind her, thrusting against her.

"Andy? Can I borrow you for a minute?" She called, still bent at the waist.

He reluctantly stopped jacking himself and tucked his erection back into his waistband, zipping back up. "Sure, what's up?"

"I'm having a problem with my chair, would you mind taking a look for me?" She asked, peeking back at him over her shoulder. He tried not to moan out loud as he imagined her looking back at him as he thrust inside her and instead shook himself, heading out to help her.

"What seems to be the problem?" He asked, as he reached the space beside her.

"I'm not sure, it just doesn't seem comfortable when I sit on it -- would you mind trying it and just seeing if I'm imagining it or not?" she asked innocently.

"Uh, sure." He replied, moving past her to sit in the chair. He positioned his hand in a way that he hoped disguised the massive erection he was now sporting and settled himself against the soft leather. "It seems fi-"

Before he could finish his sentence, she had hiked her skirt up around her waist and straddled him, rubbing herself against the hard bulge in his trousers. His eyes rolled back as he felt the heat from her pussy against his hardness and he gripped her thighs out of instinct.

"Wha-what are you doing?" He finally managed to stammer out, his fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs and hers wrapping around his tie to tug him towards her.

"What we both want." she whispered hornily, dragging his face towards hers. With a moan, she pressed her lips against his as she ground her hips down and he groaned with pleasure as his tongue sought entry into her mouth. She granted access and tangled her tongue with his, pressing her breasts against his chest as she dry humped his cock through their clothes.

"F-fuck" he gasped as they broke away for air "We shouldn't be doing this. I'm married for fuck's sake!"

"Mel never needs to know. We'll just get it out of our systems and then everything will be fine again. We can go back to normal." She murmured into his ear before pressing her lips to the lobe and gently nipping it.