The following term after Leo had left, was one of the most exciting times I had, as the owner of a small, student boarding house. I have my late husband to thank for the situation I now find myself in.
The scenario was a familiar one. I waited, for that time, one month before term was to start, when the college informed me of who would be boarding with me. This time, it was as if I were waiting for a long expected birthday present.
The brief, written résumé was of young man called Charles, usual college age, but the attached photograph was of a dark haired youth of around twelve years of age with unkempt hair and wearing glasses. I thought to myself that the college must have got the wrong photograph, or the wrong paperwork, time would tell.
On the appointed day I dress conservatively. I had given the matter some thought and had come to the conclusion that I shouldn't come across as a "cougar", a phrase that I had picked up from the internet, meaning a predatory, middle aged female who will throw herself at any male under 25!
Was I surprised when Chuck finally turned up on my doorstep in the pouring rain. He certainly bore no resemblance to the nerd that I had seen in the photograph. The black hair, wet as it was, was the only recognizable feature of the young man.
"You must be Charles?" I said
" Quickly, come in out of the rain."
"Thanks, and you must be Carol. The cab dropped me off at the wrong place further down the street, and friends call me Chuck." he replied, brushing his dripping hair back with his fingers.
"I must say, you don't look much like your photograph Chuck." I enquired.
"I didn't have a recent one, that was taken years ago."
"You had better get changed into some dry clothes; I'll show you to your room."
This was a heaven sent opportunity to familiarize myself with Chuck, I thought, as I led him to his room. After leaving him at the door, I quietly entered my bedroom and flicked on the laptop. Chuck was drying his hair and unpacking a large bag. He tossed various items onto the bed and proceeded to select some jogging bottoms and a t shirt.
Grabbing a towel, he went to the bathroom. I watched, as I always did, with my pussy, wet with anticipation. I was not disappointed. Chuck was muscular, well tanned without a trace of fat on his upper torso. I could not believe the size and shape of the bulge in his white briefs, as he dropped his pants. He pulled the front of his skimpy briefs down and his manhood flopped out.
It was narrow at the base, thickening, towards the enormous head which was encased completely in its foreskin. He entered the shower and began to wash himself. I watched fascinated, as he soaped himself and worked up a lather. He was working me up into a lather as well, as he soaped and stroked his odd shaped cock. I watched in awe, as each time he pulled the foreskin back, it grew in size. It was visibly swelling in front of my eyes. The head was now completely uncovered and swelling with each pulse. It was still growing in size and swelling to the size of a plum, and pretty much the same color. The end of Chuck's cock was so large that it could not gain full height. It was erect, but still hung in a downward arc, too heavy to straighten.
Chuck took it in hand and began to slowly masturbate. My pussy was sodden, as I watched him pleasure himself. I squeezed my thighs together in order to heighten my own pleasure as he quickened his pace. The large bulbous head of his cock was now quite swollen as he closed on his climax. I watched transfixed, as it ejaculated into the shower. String, after long string of semen arced down into the base of the shower. It was not surprising, as I now noticed, for the first time, the size of his ball sack. In keeping with the size of his cock, it was large to say the least.
I quickly composed myself and returned to the kitchen. It was not going to be too much of a challenge for me, I thought, to seduce this young man. There was no way that I was going to allow a cock like that, to slip through my fingers!
After dinner I told Chuck that I was going to shower and have an early night. It had after all, been a long day, preparing the house for my new visitor.
"Feel free to use the TV, or choose a book from the shelf if you wish, I'm going for a long, well earned soak in the tub."
I could feel Chuck's stare, as I crossed the room. It made me feel horny, as my still wet pussy squished silently as I climbed the stairs. On entering my room, I quickly glanced at the PC monitor. I saw Chuck lounging back on the sofa, his hand busy rubbing his groin through his pants, while shaking his head, together with a knowing smile on his face. Something told me that I wouldn't have long to wait.
I watched as Chuck rose from the sofa and slowly crept towards the stairs. I quickly made sure that my door was ever so slightly ajar, nothing too obvious, but he would have to open it further than it was, to see anything of consequence. I began to slowly remove my blouse. I unbuttoned the cuffs and starting at the bottom, began to release each button deliberately slowly, all the time watching the door via the mirror on the vanity unit. Slowly it moved, I shrugged off the blouse and undid the clip on the side of m skirt, letting it fall to the floor.
I could make out a foot at the base of the door. He was there. I began to tremble as I sat on the edge of the bed and removed my stockings and garter belt. I tossed them casually onto the bed, over my shoulder. As I reached to my back, to release the clasp on my bra, I could see Chuck standing against the wall on the far side of the passage way. His hand was inside his pants and he was clearly stroking his cock. I shrugged the bra off my shoulders and tossed it too onto the bed. I stood and moved towards the ensuite, making sure that Chuck got a good profile view of me. My nipples were as hard as acorns as I entered the little room. I faced the mirror and cupped my breasts, teasing the nipples as I did so.
I turned on the shower and hummed to myself. I chose a towel and returned to the bedroom and carefully placed it on the bed, bending as I did so. Turning towards the vanity, I bent to remove my panties, all the time watching Chuck. I could not describe how I felt, knowing that Chuck was getting a clear view of my swollen, wet pussy.
