My Sexy Landlord
I worked construction, specifically I did mostly concrete work and masonry. I was not a full-fledged Mason, however, though I did do a decent job with brick and block. I was learning to lay native stone, and building real working fireplaces and chimneys. There is so much to learn, many things passed down from centuries ago. Sometimes it was father to son. Sometimes it was just a guy trying to learn a trade. An apprentice. Hey I was trying like hell!
I also did a little framing work, and some finish work as well. I was attending school to become an industrial electrician which might take a few years. That work was scarce unless you were fully certified. You could apprentice with a master electrician, but again the work was scarce in our area. So I did what I did to survive and eventually it would all work out. In the winter, things got really bad, and I worked at a grocery store, just to make ends meet. You gotta do what you gotta do.
But one day, I had no work. One actual day off! I had to pack up my laundry to get to the damned laundromat so everything that was dirty went in plastic bags to make the trip. I had no choice, I needed clean clothes. I don't care for the laundromat, but what are you gonna do?
I had no clothes except for my oriental magic robe. This robe I had bought for my ex-wife and she was going to toss it when we split, but I had paid a good amount of money for the white silk robe, especially with the Chinese dragon on the back! I saved it. It was sorta sexy semi-see-through, and the girls seemed to like it when I wore it sans underwear!
My phone rang.
"DELL WOULD YOU PLEASE COME DOWN AND GIVE ME A HAND. I PROMISE, IT WON'T TAKE TOO LONG." My landlord calling. She was always kind to me. Of course I would help her. She was a widow, and had nobody to help her with stuff guys do, as her son was always busy. He was my friend, but I wish he was more attentive to his mom's needs. I wasn't casting stones here, as I liked helping his mom! Occasionally she feeds me, and the woman could cook! Mmmm hmmm, yummy!
"Sure you know I'm happy to help, but I have nothing to wear. I only have my silk robe on. Is that ok?" I asked her.
"SURE THAT'S FINE, JUST COME DOWN, OK?" She sounded fidgety, or perhaps she was upset.
I went downstairs dressed just in my lucky silk robe. She naturally noticed that I didn't have any underwear on. Oh well, fuck it. It's laundry day! She stared at my crotch. She licked her lips. She seemed to like my bulge. She smiled.
My nice lady landlord needed a hand, usually it was just something she can't reach. She's only 5 foot 4 inches, to my 6 foot 4 inch frame, so I am glad to help her out. As I said, sometimes she feeds me, so I always help her if I can. She's very nice to me as well. She is really kind. I like her.
She became my landlord when I moved in with her son into their upstairs apartment. We split the rent and utilities, but then... Tragic events unfolded. Her husband passed away from a massive coronary. Apparently he died in bed, making love to his kind-hearted wife, but that's a family secret. Her son told me quite by accident, and I will never tell anyone. She was devastated by her husband's passing, and the manner of his passing! She was twenty years younger than he was, but he had no symptoms at all until he died. When he died, she automatically became my landlord. My buddy and I helped her out whenever we could, but she called the shots. But her husband's passing told me, I better get on the stick, or that could be me! I didn't want to have any heart issues. I had to do something.
It was a definite wake-up call for me. I was definitely extremely overweight. I was fat. So I went on a diet and I became a gym rat I suppose, after my last ex girlfriend told me that I was a fat, ugly, piece-of-shit, lousy slob. I was undeserving of her (or for that matter, anyone's) love. That was unkind, even if true. It hurt my feelings badly.
That also hurt me, and it caused me to reevaluate my body, and my way too sedentary lifestyle, and make some BIG changes. Major changes! I am sedentary no longer! When I am not out working, I'm working out. No more TV! None whatsoever. TV sucks the life out of you. Simple strategy, simple plan. I got a bike, and I use it quite frequently, just to get the blood moving and burn a few more calories.
That was last year. I have lost fifty pounds, and then I regained ten to fifteen pounds as pure muscle. I have really big biceps now. There was no magic bullet. Just sticking to a better diet, lots and lots of exercise, and I am making an effort to get better and more consistent sleep. My job is pretty physical as well, so I have been steadily improving myself, a bit at a time. My friends at work call me a Neanderthal since I started getting a few new muscles. It helped a bunch when I swore off all junk food. That stuff will kill you. One thing at a time.
I do think I look a lot better now than I did before. I know that I feel much more happy and energetic, and I am a lot healthier than I was last year. I actually have had a few girls talk to me that I might have passed up because I didn't feel like I was 'in their league'. I guess I was just getting invited to change leagues! Thing is, I'm still the same guy on the inside. But with all the effort I had put in, it's nice to be noticed a bit. A lot of hard work finally paid off. I'm not Mr Olympia, but the girls seem to like my new shape. A few of the guys are asking me how I did it, and the answer of hard work, diet and much exercise dosen't seem too popular. They are looking for some kind of magic pill or something. When I say I got rid of the TV, then I am completely insane in their minds. They asked me. I told them the truth!
My very nice landlord and best friend's mom was in awe of my new body. She was looking at my abdominals, and her hand went into my robe to touch them.
"Woah there. I don't have any shorts on!" I held the bottom of my robe closed as she investigated my lower abdomen. She was smiling like the Cheshire cat. She loved the robe that had the semi-transparent quality. She wanted to touch me.
