Chapter 34. Jon S. (September 1987).
The first thing I did on returning to the family home from London was look for a flat. My parents assumed I would live at home but I had other ideas and wanted my own space.
I looked at a few flats in town and eventually found a part furnished one which at first seemed ideal. It was just the state of the lounge carpet, which had a copious amount of what seemed to be chewing gum marks and sundry other stains, that put me off. Even the letting agent agreed that the carpet let the place down.
"I'd take the flat like a shot if it wasn't for the state of the carpet," I told him. "Couldn't you persuade the owners to replace it."
Squatting down, I pointed out the various blotches despoiling the carpet and dropping down likewise the letting agent agreed the carpet needed replacing but doubted the owners would agree to the expense.
I was wearing a figure hugging blue dress and with the hemline inevitably riding up my thighs when squatting I saw the letting agent eyeing my legs.
"I'd be really grateful if you could persuade them," I smiled sweetly and turning to face him, parted my legs slightly in the process. "Couldn't you turn on the charm for me?" I pouted.
The letting agent was a quietly spoken, good looking guy in his late thirties, dressed in suit and tie despite the hot late summer weather.
Having extracted his promise to do his best about the carpet, we parted company.
A few days later the letting agent rang, sounding excited as he told me the carpet had been replaced. Could I meet him that evening to see if it met with my approval. Luckily my parents were out for the evening and I could borrow my mother's car; my father was in the process of buying me a brand new car, partly as a reward for successfully completing my studies but also because I would need one for my new job.
I dressed in the same figure hugging blue dress but this time over some of the sexy lingerie I kept in a locked suitcase. I had made the excuse that it wouldn't be worthwhile to unpack completely as I'd soon be moving out again when asked about the locked suitcase. The truth is that I didn't want my rather prudish mother to see the large collection of sexy underwear Pravin and his brother had given me.
Both brothers had been very generous in giving me presents, mostly money as other gifts might have been difficult to explain to my parents who would have wondered how I could have afforded them. Same with the sexy underwear, although another reason for concealment was the thought of their disapproval. Both parents being straight laced, invariably avoided any mention of sex or sexuality.
The new carpet looked great and kneeling for a closer inspection I told the letting agent so.
"I hoped you'd be pleased with it," he said.
"I'm very grateful for all your efforts on my behalf," I told him, sitting on the carpet and stretching my legs out in front. "I'll definitely take the flat now."
Jon, for that was his name, looked a little tense as he knelt and asked how grateful I was, on a scale of 1 to 10.
"Oh 10! You've been absolutely marvellous to put yourself to so much trouble for me," I gushed.
