I had been working in the city for nearly a year having moved down from a small country town to take up a position as an Accountant. My job was well paid and I liked the people I worked for, all except for one guy Josh, an arrogant ex-public schoolboy who had made it clear from day one that he hardly considered me worthy of his attention. If he needed to talk to me because of work then he would do so as curtly as possible. Making every request seem like an order. Most of my colleagues were of a similar opinion to myself, except for a couple of the younger female accountants and secretaries who fawned about him with barely concealed lust in their eyes. He had the kind of dark, intense looks that seemed to reduce the legs of several of the girls to jelly. Thankfully most of the women considered him as arrogant as the guys and we spent many an hour down the local winebar sharing stories of Josh's latest antics.
After some months working at the firm I had saved enough money to put a deposit down on a house and move out of rented accommodation, the joy of having my own place was however offset by the fact that I had overstretched myself in buying an attractive 2 bed semi in a nice suburb of the city with a large lounge and a small garden out back. That and the fact that I had gone a bit overboard on the decorations and furniture had resulted in my going overdrawn at the bank. My financial situation was starting to look a bit uncomfortable to say the least. There was really only one thing I could do. I would have to get a lodger for a short while until I got myself in a more stable financial position.
I put an add in the classifieds and within a few days the phonecalls began. I had clearly put in the flat at too low a price because the phone was ringing non stop. In the end I decided to see 5 people that Saturday, 3 guys and 2 girls, then I would choose the person I got along with the best and offer them the room.
The room itself was a downstairs room by the front door, it was facing onto the street and there wasn't much of a front yard so privacy was not too great but then whoever got the room would have the freedom of the rest of the house, including the luxurious lounge and since with my work commitments I wouldn't be around too much they should have plenty of privacy.
The first two to arrive were on the Saturday morning, they were pretty similar, easy going guys who looked like they would be good fun to have around. One was a surveyor and the other an engineer. They had both moved into the area recently and were looking for a good flat. I got on very well with them and really I felt that either of them would have made a great flatmate, if anything the engineer came out top because he was a keen sports fan and I had visions of us spending Sunday afternoons watching the football on the large TV in the lounge with a few beers.
The next potential flatmate was one of the girls, small and slim she hardly said a word, grunting clearly unimpressed at every room she was shown before pronouncing that the bedroom was far too small and that she had wasted her time coming to visit. I wondered what she expected for the price but was glad to show her the door.
The last guy came at 7pm, the second girl had never turned up, this was infuriating, she could have called to say she wasn't going to make it, that would have prevented me having to stick around the house for 2 hours on a Saturday afternoon. He was OK but didn't have the same charisma and easy going nature as the two guys who
I had shown round in the morning.
For me it was clear who I was going to offer the flat to. The engineers name was John and I went through to the lounge to get his number so I could give him a call. At that moment the doorbell rang, wondering who it could be I answered the door.
The sight before me will stay with me forever, my immediate impression was that the girl before me was far and away the most beautiful I had ever seen. For a split second I stood stunned, taking in her beauty. Maybe she was used to this reaction from men because it was she who broke the silence. Smiling a stunning white smile she said "Hi, my name's Nicola, I've come to see the flat. Sorry I'm a bit late."
"Oh hi!" I mumbled, managing to find my voice at last, "Err, come on in and I'll show you round!"
My earlier annoyance at her not showing up disappeared. I showed her round the house, taking the opportunity to look her over as I did so. She was about 5' 5", maybe a bit shorter than average with long straight dark hair. About 23 years old her face was classically beautiful, she looked like she might have had some Italian or Spanish heritage from the olive colouring of her slightly tanned skin. Her eyes were big, brown and piercing, sucking you in when you looked at her straight. Her cheekbones were high and her lips were very full and red, she seemed to have a natural pout which made her look incredibly sexy.
I could feel myself getting aroused just standing and talking to her. As she was looking at the lounge I stood behind her so that I could get a good look at her fantastic body without her catching me. She was wearing a t-shirt and loose jeans with no makeup but she was still sexier than any stripper I had seen in the city's lapdancing clubs. Her body was flawless with long slim legs , a beautifully rounded bum and a tight, slim waist. Her wide shoulders suggested that she spent a lot of time exercising or doing sports and her breasts were full and sat high on her chest, they were straining against the front of her t-shirt suggesting that they were at least a D cup. If anything they were a little large for her small frame but you wouldn't hear too many guys complaining about that.
As I showed her the different rooms she became more excited, this was easily the best place she had seen she claimed. I took time to find out a bit about her. She had arrived a couple of weeks ago from Australia she said. She had managed to get herself a job as a temp at an office in the city which had meant that she could move out of the tiny bedsit she had been living in and into somewhere nicer.
I asked her if she had come over with anyone, trying to find out if she had a boyfriend. No, she was from a tiny area she said and hardly knew anyone at all. The last few weeks she had been really homesick but the guys at the place she worked were really friendly and had taken her out a few times. "I bet they were!" I thought to myself, the men at the office must have thought they had gone to heaven when she came in to work one morning.
The possibility of offering the room to John the Engineer was disappearing fast. I finally, showed the room on offer to Nicola, she seemed impressed, apparently it was much larger and nicer than the room she was living in now. I asked her when she could move in and she mentioned that she would be keen to move in as soon as possible. "Well, in that case I would like to offer you the room" I said, perhaps she saw the look of lust in my face or perhaps she was just used to getting her own way with guys. "Well", she began, "it is a little bit more than I can afford, if you could reduce the rent by £10 a week then I would move in tomorrow, oh and I won't be able to afford any deposit". I was taken aback by this, why was she looking at a place that was out of her price range? And the lack of a deposit was very strange, everyone paid a deposit! I was ready to show her the door but then looked up into her pleading brown eyes, she was so heart-stoppingly beautiful I was already lost, she moved her chest forward a little, almost imperceptibly, pushing her breasts towards me. That was it, I was lost. "OK" I said. She gave a big smile and my heart melted.
I helped her move in the next day. We got along fine, I started leaving work early so that I cold come home and see her more. She walked around the house in some incredibly revealing outfits as though she had no idea of the effect that her body would have on men. Sometimes I couldn't help staring at her especially when she wore a low cut black top that gave her incredibly firm, high breasts a deep cleavage that would draw my eye like a magnet making it almost impossible not to stare.
On the occasions that we went out together for a drink at the local bars or to a club she would attract the stares of every guy in the place. If I went to the bar or to the men’s room I would return to find her smiling at another admirer who had taken a chance and offered to buy her a drink or take her for a dance. But she always politely said no and turned her attention back to me. I felt like the luckiest man alive and kept hoping that maybe something could happen between us, but as time went by she seemed to treat me more like a friend or brother than a possible lover. After one night when she claimed she had heard a prowler outside the window to her bedroom during the night she begged me to swap rooms with her.
She even offered me an extra £5 to take the master bedroom rather than the far smaller spare bedroom. At first I was reluctant to give up my room , but when she told me that she may have to move out I quickly gave in, I couldn't bear to idea of not having her around. So I moved all my stuff into the room downstairs and she moved into the master bedroom with en suite bathroom. I now had a single bed while she had the huge king sized pine bed in my old room. I sometimes lay awake at night after that thinking about her all alone in that big bed, wondering what she would do if I went up to her and told her how I felt, how I lusted after her and would do anything for her. But instead I would take my achingly hard cock in my hand and masturbate, thinking about her big firm tits and perfect ass, her flawless skin and full pouting lips.
She didn't seem interested in finding a boyfriend. When I asked her about it she said that she had had a couple of boyfriends back home in Australia, but that she was enjoying the single life and didn't want to get tied down with a jealous boyfriend right now. But neither was she going to jump into bed with any old guy she was very picky as to who she went for, he said, and was happy to wait for a special guy to come along.