My life-altering ordeal began early this spring when I paid a visit to my local nursery. I drove there in my Volvo but wound up buying more than my car could accommodate. The Japanese maple and two other small trees would have to be delivered and the cashier informed me that that was a service free of charge. She called for an assistant to help me out and I waited for two or three minutes. A young woman in overalls pushing a cart soon arrived and loaded the items. The girl was surprisingly strong for her petite frame. I watched in amazement as she hefted the plants onto the cart with ease. Then I caught a glimpse of her bare breast from behind as she bent over to grab the second plant. Her shirt was short and lifted as she labored. I quickly looked away but couldn’t help but glance again as she reached for the last plant. I was astonished to see heavy rings sway from each nipple as she pivoted in place and finished with a grunt.
“Can I get your address or should I just follow you?” she asked.
I stood momentarily speechless. Her hazel eyes had heavy eyeliner that added a mesmerizing gaze.
“Yea, you can follow me if you’d like,” I replied.
I noticed her glance at my left hand in an obvious manner and smile as she located my wedding ring. I grew more than self-conscious when she continued to look in my eyes until I decided to turn and head to my car. It was a strange moment, for sure.
I had been married nearly four years to a husband that never looked at me that way. I was feeling like I should limit anymore discussion than necessary with this young woman. I got in my car and pulled up next to the nursery van as she loaded the plants.
She followed me closely and backed the van up our driveway and behind our house. She got out and looked around.
“Nice pile of bricks you have here,” she announced.
“Thank you,” I said.
“I can’t afford to buy a house right now but I’m saving.”
I smiled and looked towards her van.
“It helps to have a workaholic husband. He spends the week in California setting up the regional office and returns home for the weekends. Some trade-off, don’t you think?” I said.
“Wow, it must get lonely for you.”
“It’s nice, actually. I get a lot done in that time,” I replied.
We both stood there in agreement.
“I’m Stina, by the way,” she said as she extended her hand.
“I’m Julie.”
After we shook hands she opened the van and began unloading the trees.
I stood there with my arms crossed as she went to work.
“Is there anything I can do?” I asked.
“No. I got it. It’s easier with only one person lifting.”
“You’re pretty strong! Do you do this day in and day out?” I asked.
“No. This is only part-time. I’m a sculpture and a photographer. I also cut hair. I’m kind of a renaissance gal.”
“Wow, that’s cool!” I said.
Stina emptied the van and I directed her toward the destination. I felt the need to continue with the small talk.
“Do you ever display your work?” I asked.
“Sure. Most of it’s in storage right now. I’m looking for a studio where I can live and work. They are kind of scarce right now.”
For some reason I mentioned the space above our detached garage. It is more of a carriage house with running water but by no means a place I would want to live.
“Are you serious?” asked Stina. “That would be perfect if the price is right!”
I began to dismiss it as a possibility right away but she persisted.
“I have no idea. We’ve never rented out that space. You might feel differently if you saw the inside,” I responded.
Stina walked to the stairway and got a good look at the surroundings.
“I’ll take it. I’ll make it livable. This is what I’ve been looking for!”
“Hold on. I’ll go inside and get the key.”
I was caught up in her enthusiasm as I found myself jogging toward the house. ‘What in the world was I doing?’ I thought.
I returned with the key only to find her at the top of the stairs peering inside. As I ascended the stairs I saw the bottom half of her boob beneath her shirt again. She had perfect little boobs that required no bra, unlike mine that had to be controlled at all times. My nipples have a mind of their own as well and leaving the house without a bra is unimaginable.
I opened the door and we walked around. The dust or the disarray was not enough to dissuade her.
“Cool! This is perfect,” she repeated.
“What’s it worth to you? Name a price,” I said.
“What? Any price? How about three hundred?” she said with a smile.
“Sure,” I replied.
“Really? That’s too low. I was only kidding,” she countered.
“No, no,” I said. “I would feel better if someone lived near for security reasons. That is a drawback to not having Carl around; I feel a little unsafe.”
We opened curtains and turned on the faucet. Stina twisted a dead light bulb from the socket and noticed me once again looking at her breasts. She smiled but declined to comment on my lack of manners. I could see the rings through the fabric as her nipples began to harden.
“Do you like them?” she asked.
I turned to see what she was asking about.
“Like what?” I asked.
“Do you like my nipple rings?”
My face became hot as I tried to dismiss her question.
“I…I…What are you talking about?” I stammered.
I couldn’t even pretend. I was caught and she had the nerve to call me on it.
“You’ve been staring at my breasts since I’ve been here! You’ve never seen nipple rings?”
I smiled and replied in the negative.
Stina’s smile faded in the moment before she raised her shirt above her nipples. I looked away momentarily and then fixed my gaze upon them.
“They look great. I mean, they go with you…I mean, they compliment your style.”
“I know what you’re trying to say. How do you know they’re not your style?” she said as she removed her shirt completely. I looked out the window for an instant and discounted that as a good idea.
“Really, Your boobs are big but that doesn’t mean you can have ornaments!”
I was uncomfortable with the direction of our conversation and slowly headed for the door.
I turned to see Stina shaking her head as she slid her arms back into her shirt. I’m sure she thought I was judging her or that I was offended but really was turned on by her boldness and beauty. I was hoping my attitude wouldn’t drive her away.
I watered the trees as Stina approached and asked for my forgiveness.
“I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable, Julie. I was slightly euphoric and got caught up in the moment.”
“No, no,” I said. “I’m sorry for ruining your moment by being such a prude.”
“Are we okay?”
“Definitely,” I said.
“Is it alright if I move in tomorrow and Friday?” she asked.
I nodded as I handed her the key.
There was a time when I would’ve conferred with my husband prior to such decisions but we were growing apart and I valued my independence. That evening I couldn’t stop thinking about the new tenant or the fact that she was already comfortable enough to show me her breasts. I grinned at the idea after just having been terrified of the notion. I was very curious about this new person but avoided leaving the house the next day given the chance that she could show up any minute. She did just that on company time as the van backed in and she quickly unloaded her worldly possessions. As quickly as she arrived she was gone. I finally went outside and planted the small trees but my curiosity was getting the best of me. I found myself heading closer and closer to the garage until I had to at least check and see if the door was unlocked. To my relief the door opened and I was standing over a dozen or more boxes. I kept looking out the window as I nudged a box open with my foot. There were art supplies and clay. There were linens and soap and photography equipment in some boxes and clothing in another. I was about to leave when I saw a stack of drawers. The top drawer had the usual intimates but a box behind it caught my attention. There were several pairs of handcuffs and some leather restraints. The box was full of leather and rubber clothes and my heart nearly stopped when I came across what I secretly hoped to find: a leather whip!
The smell of rubber and fresh leather was intense and I became lightheaded in some sort of lust. I’m not sure why I felt the sudden need to leave room but I grabbed a pair of shiny panties on my way out.
I shove her panties in a drawer beneath the nightstand and waited for her return. She didn’t come back until the same time the following day but this time I wanted to see her. Unfortunately, my husband returned from the coast earlier than expected and distracted me from my new muse. I decided to tell him about our new tenant before he found out on his own. He was not amused with my decision and we fought for awhile before going to bed. He made a pathetic attempt to apologize before fucking me in his idea of make-up sex. I was more or less repulsed by him and faced the window as he fucked me from behind. I couldn’t stand to see his face any longer and tried to think of something else in order to climax. He, of course, came early which left me as I was before. After he fell asleep I walked out onto our deck for a cigarette. I could see Stine putting away her belongings in the guesthouse. She looked tired as she continuously tucked her hair behind her ears. I was very happy to see this beautiful creature making a home out of what was previously another dark corner of our house. It was at that moment I decided not to charge her rent. That’s right. I wanted her talents in order to improve my existence. The next day, after Carl left to golf, I presented her with this proposition.
She loved the idea of rent-free living.
“Really? Are you sure about this? How does your husband feel?”
“He’s fine. Don’t worry. There’s more to life than money – especially when someone as talented as yourself has so much more to offer!” I said.
Stina beamed with happiness.
“I can give you garden advice, photography sessions, sculpting lessons – you name it. I can do your hair. I’m a beautician, too. I can also do piercing,” she said with a wink.
My heart raced as I mustered the nerve to agree.
“I have been thinking I’d like to look into that,” I said.
“Piercing? Really?” she gasped.
“Yes, I would like to have
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