I still live at home with my parents, I'm only 18 and there's no way I'm going to be able to afford my own place yet, plus I quite like where I'm living. It's a small village in the Devonshire countryside, only a 10 minute walk to the coast, very idyllic.
The village doesn't consist of much, there's a crossroads where the local pub is and the village shop. There's only two houses on the "street" I live on, we're in one and opposite is Mr Garfy. A fat old black guy who's lived on his own for as long as I can remember.
One day I was having lunch at the local pub when a couple of fire engines went whizzing past with blue lights twirling and sirens blaring and headed up the road towards a plume of smoke. My eyes went wide, they were headed in the direction of my house!
I shot out the door and ran up the road and sure enough the fire engines had pulled in down our lane. I pushed through the crowd of people and stopped. Bright orange flames where leaping from our windows and part of the roof had collapsed. I started to feel faint and was about to collapse when a pair of big arms grabbed me. "It's ok Tracy, I've got you." I looked up into the eyes of Mr Garfy and began to cry.
The firefighters had put the flames out by the time mum and dad arrived home, smoke and steam rising from the ashes of our house. The crowd had largely dispersed and I was sitting on Mr Garfy's porch staring blankly at the ruin.
"You guys can stay with me tonight." He said to us, "I've got plenty of room for you all."
"Thank you, Mr Garfy." Mum said.
"Please, call me Michael, we've been neighbours for nearly 25 years now."
"I know, old habits die hard."
Although I've know Mr Garfy for my entire life, I've never been inside his house or even been invited round. Upon entering the house it was probably evident why. It was in a dire state, I doubt it had been decorated in 30 years, the hallway carpet was threadbare, a track worn into over the years and what was left if of the material on the carpet was dark brown almost black in colour, I suspect not it's original colour.
The worn out carpet was a theme throughout the house, the living room was the same so where the stairs, the lyno was worn through in the kitchen which was filthy. Mr Garfy seemed blind to it all and happily showed us up to our rooms.
I could barely get into my room, there were boxes all along the wall and I had to squeeze round the door then close it and climb onto my bed. But to be honest, beggars can't be choosers, I was grateful that it was just the house that had burnt down, houses can be rebuilt and no doubt it would be.
"Am I ok to have a shower?" I asked Mr Garfy.
"Sure, I'll grab you a towel my dear." He said giving me a quick look up and down. "By the way, the door doesn't quite close properly but you'll be ok."
I stepped slightly nervously into the bathroom and was greeted by a bright orange bath sweet which hid some of the dirtiness of the bathroom, but to be fair this was probably the cleanest room in the house. Mr Garfy was correct, the door didn't close, not even close to closing, it left a huge gap!
I started to run the shower and undressed, carefully hanging my only set of clothes up. I stepped in and enjoyed the feeling of the hot water washing the upset of the day away. I grabbed the soap from the dish and rubbed it into my body, making it lather up. Rubbing it into my big, pert 34DD's, down my smooth flat stomach and into my lightly toned legs. I washed my long blonde hair as well, using a surprisingly good shampoo that was on the side.
I had forgotten the door was slightly ajar and it wasn't until I stepped out of the shower that I remembered and grabbed the towel quickly and wrapped it around my naked body, grabbed my clothes and hurried down the landing to my room and closed the door.
Mum and dad had already gone out by the time I woke up, they told Mr Garfy they wouldn't be long. I sat in the living room eating my toast as Mr Garfy sat and watched the TV in presumably his favourite seat. Mr Garfy was in his late 60's with a ring of grey hair circling the bald spot on top, a matching grey goatee framing his mouth. He was about 6ft2in and heavy set, he definitely enjoyed his food and was enjoying a bacon sandwich at the moment. The plate resting on his belly, a blob of ketchup on the corner of his mouth.
"Your parents left you some money on the kitchen side, said to go and spend it on some clothes and whatever else you may need in the short term." He said.
"A mini shopping spree on mum and dad, just a little plus point." I said and giggled.
"Ah, the bank of mum and dad always good, do you need a lift into town at all?"
"I'm ok, luckily I had my keys on me and my car was parked at the end of the lane. Do you need anything from town?"
He thought about it for a moment, "Nah, I'm good cheers."
I returned later that day with a whole new wardrobe and makeup and then remembered I had nowhere to store it in the room I was in, but to my surprise I found most of the boxes gone and a wardrobe in its place. I hung my clothes up and went back downstairs.
We'd all settled into a mini routine and seemed to be getting on fine. Even though Mr Garfy had some "interesting" habits, he made us feel welcome, offering his place to us for as long as we needed. I was showering again and the door was as closed as it could be, I was certain that Mr Garfy was watching as I showered. I'd take special care in rubbing the soap into my big tits, putting on a little show for him if he was watching. It gave me a funny feeling thinking someone was watching me, but a feeling the ultimately i was enjoying.
I dried myself and wrapped the towel around me before walking down the landing towards my room, as I passed Mr Garfy's room I could hear sobbing. I gently opened the door "Mr Garfy? Are you ok?" I asked peering around the edge of the door.
He was sitting on his bed, his head in his hands. "I'm ok, Tracy." He replied between sniffs. "It's just...it's just that you're the first people I've had in my house for 20 years. I've never had anyone else in my house since my wife died."
"I, we never realised we can go if it's a problem."
"No, no, oh God no. I'm enjoying having you around. It's just making me realise how much I've missed and what I've missed out on." He paused before continuing and looked up. I moved and sat next to his big bulk on the edge of the bed and put an arm around him.
"It's ok, there's still time to have fun."
"It's not just that, I've missed, well, it's difficult to say." He said.