I live in a cabin in the woods that my wife and I built several years ago. She moved out last year and we got a divorce. I'm not sure what happened. We're still friends but I guess we just drifted apart. I'm a writer and have a couple of books published and a collection of poetry. I have a little following but nothing major by any means. I teach writing at a local college and a few on-line courses. I'm sixty two but pretty youthful. I'm in pretty good shape considering I love to eat and hate to exercise—except for my garden. I grow most of my own food. I live a pretty simple life, but one day, I decided to get a housemate, someone to help with the mortgage payments. I put up a sign at the local food co-op with little slips at the bottom with my phone number that said ask for Jack. I didn't get any calls, but I checked my sign at the co-op and saw that a few slips had been taken.
One Sunday afternoon, the phone rang and the person asked for Jack. It was a woman's voice. She sounded young. I said, "Yes, I was looking for a housemate but didn't think a woman would call. I asked if she'd mind sharing the place with a man. She said, "It all depends. I just arrived in town and need a place to live."
I told her I was five miles out of town and gave her directions. While I was waiting, I picked up things, wiped the kitchen counter, put some dishes away and ran a brush around the toilet bowl. The place looked pretty good. About fifteen minutes later, I saw a red Saab pull up next to my car. I saw a young woman walking up the path, looking down at the ground, then up at the cabin. She wore a short denim skirt and a jeans jacket. She had long brownish hair, almost blonde. I opened the screen door as she approached and she looked up and smiled, "Hi. I'm Kate," she said and shook my hand.
When she entered and looked around she said, "Oh, wow, I love all the wood and the skylights." She had a pretty face with big brown eyes and freckles. Her hair came down past her shoulders.
I told her the wood came from an old barn that was taken down and was over two hundred years old.
"So where would I stay, if I took it?" she asked.
"You'd have the other side of the cabin," I said. "Follow me and I'll show you." When we entered the bedroom, she unzipped her jean jacket. She was wearing a tight black turtle neck sweater and I could see she had nice tits. I knew she wasn't wearing a bra because her nipples showed through her shirt. "She's really built," I thought.
"Nice room," she said, looking at everything. "I like the skylight over the bed."
"The bed is handmade," I said. "Built it myself," I added.
She pressed her hand down on the mattress, "Feels firm," she said.
"Where do you sleep?" she asked.
I told her I use the daybed in the other room because it's closer to the bathroom. "We'll have to share the bathroom and the kitchen," I added. "Having the bathroom on the other side of the hose is a design flaw but we had no choice."
"It's not the end of the world, if I have to get up to pee," she said.
"Here's the closet," I said. "It's pretty big."
"Great," she said, rubbing her fingers over the handmade door.
"Let me see the bathroom," she said.
She walked in front of me back to the other side of the cabin and I couldn't help but notice her round ass in the short tight skirt she was wearing. I then went in front of her and led her to the bathroom. "Hey, you've got a washer and dryer. I'm so sick of Laundromats," she said.
I showed her the kitchen. "I've got two small refrigerators, so you could have one to yourself." Kate looked around at everything. "As you can see, it's one big room with different areas." I pointed to my day bed. "That's where I sleep." I said."
"I like it here," she said.
"How do you feel about sharing the place with a man? I asked.
"Fine," she smiled. "You don't look like a mad rapist," she said. "We can give it a try."
She was silent a minute, looking at me. "I hate to ask but can I pay you later. I need to get a job. Right now, I'm broke."
"Of course," I said. "I trust you."
"I'll go out to the car and get my stuff," she said.
When she left, I watched her walk up the path, looking at her round ass and thought to myself, "It's going to be a challenge living with such a sexy young woman." Then I thought, "She's young enough to be my daughter. I can't let anything go on with her. I have to respect her privacy."
When she came back in with a small suitcase and a backpack, I asked if she'd like a cup of coffee or tea."
"Sure, let me put my stuff in the other room and I'll join you," she said. While she was gone, I put on the coffee and got two mugs down and put them on the round oak table I had by the window. I had bird feeders right outside and loved sitting at the table watching the birds.
Kate came in and sat down at the table and noticed the bird feeders. "Oh, wow, this is great. I love watching birds." Just then there was a woodpecker at the suet and several yellow head finches at the feeder. I poured her coffee and she picked up the mug, holding it with both hands. "Great coffee," she said, "nice and strong. Just the way I like it."
While we sat, talking about this and that, she turned towards me and crossed her legs, causing her skirt to rise up her thighs. "What great legs she has," I thought. At one point she put her mug down, leaned back in the chair and stretched her arms to the side making her tits and nipples show through her tight black shirt. I tried not to look but I think she saw me, but didn't say anything.
I could feel myself getting aroused looking at her but said to my self, "Nothing can happen with her. Nothing! She's young enough to be my daughter."
