It was the summer of 2018, I was 21 and had just finished a gruelling 3 year University degree. I had passed with flying colours and obtained my degree in business studies. After 3 long years studying without a break, I decided to look for a short holiday, a week or two away to unwind.
I looked on the Internet and fancied somewhere on the South Coast of England. I filtered out some options and decided on Dorset.
One place really stood out, it was a 2 bedroomed house about 5 minutes from the coast. The room looked really nice, it had a double bed and satellite TV too with a nice en suite. I decided to book in so I called the number.
"Hello, Sandy Lodge, how can I help?"
"Oh hi, I'm interested in the room, probably looking to book for a week, what's the availability?"
"It's free for the next 3 weeks as it's out of season, it's very comfy. There is a king sized bed, TV and en suite. How many are coming, one or two?"
"Oh it's just for me, I've just finished Uni and fancy a break for a week or so"
"Oh, a nice young man, OK. Its usually Β£95 a night but if you want to book a full week then I can do it for Β£70 a night. What do you think?"
"OK, sounds great, I'll pay now and do the week"
"Lovely, let me just get my bank details and I'll email you a receipt"
I made the payment and received the email confirmation.
"That's lovely, it's all gone through. My names Helen by the way"
"Hi Helen, I'm Steve, what time is good to arrive?"
"Oh anytime, the room is ready so just come when you fancy
" Lovely, I'll set off around 9 so should be there for around 2pm"
"Great, I'll see you then, safe travels"
I could've gone away with some friends, they were going to Ibiza but nightclubs aren't really my thing. I had plenty of time to do all of that, I just fancied a quiet week away. I packed a bag, had a beer and went to bed, ready for the early start and long drive.
I slept well and was looking forward to a week away. Nothing heavy, just a few nice walks along some of the trails, perhaps check out the local scenery and pubs.
I finally arrived so I parked up, luckily the house had enough space for 3 cars, there was only one on the drive so I parked next to it. I grabbed my bag and knocked on the door.
"Hi, you must be Steve, please come in and I'll make you a tea, you must be parched"
"Hi, you must be Helen, I'd love a tea, thanks"
She showed me the room which was great and we made our way into the kitchen.
"So Steve, what's the purpose of the trip then?"
"I just fancied a break after Uni really, nothing heavy, just a bit of time for me. I'm going to have to look for work in the next few months so just want to see some sights before I start working"
"Oh I see, and do you have a girlfriend?"
"Haha, no, I've not really had time due to such a heavy study workload. I suppose there's plenty of time to find someone and settle down"
"Of course there is dear, don't rush into it. Take my word for it, I got married far too young and just ended up resenting my husband. We got divorced 10 years ago as I couldn't put up with his boring ways any more. He was a good man and worked hard but he took me for granted. He barely looked at me, he just worked and played golf. So yes, you have plenty of time, just enjoy yourself and do things for you"
I must admit, I did fancy her. She was around 55 to 60 and was in really good shape. She was around 5' 6" to my 6' 2".
Helen had explained that she was retired but used to work as a teacher at the local comprehensive school. Her look was extremely tailored and she clearly had an eye for detail. Her dress sense was very understated but very classy. She was wearing a short brown skirt, tights and a black roll neck jumper and a belt with a gold buckle. The look was finished off with a gold pendant which hung between her breasts and a pair of leather ankle boots which had a slight, 2 inch heel. She looked fantastic and I couldn't take my eyes off her although I was trying desperately not to make it look obvious.
"OK Steve, I have to go out shopping. I may pop into town after to look for some clothes. Any requests food wise?, I thought I'd make some pasta later"
"Ooh lovely, if it's not too much trouble then pasta will be fine"
"It's no trouble, please make yourself at home, whilst you are staying here, my house is your house"
Helen made her way out so I decided to look around the local area. I had a walk for a couple of hours and returned to the lodgings. Helens car wasn't there so I let myself in and went upstairs for a lie down. As I made my way up, I noticed her bedroom door was open, I knew I shouldn't but I couldn't resist having a look. She had a large bedroom which was immaculate, there was even space for a 2 seater settee which gave fabulous views of the scenery outside. There was a door in her bedroom which led to an en suite, I opened the door and looked in. In the corner was a wicker laundry basket, I don't know why but I took the lid off and looked inside. A pair of her worn, black, scrunched up lace panties greeted me. My heart started to beat a bit faster as I took them out. I turned them inside out and saw a lovely white residue on them. My cock started to grow as I put them to my nose and imagined I was sniffing her pussy. I unbuttoned my jeans, took out my cock and started to slowly stroke myself. Just at that moment, I heard the door shut as Helen returned.
"Hi Steve, you there?"
"Just in my room, I'll be down in a minute" I was frantic with panic as I quickly buttoned up. To my horror she was on the landing and saw me coming out of her room.
"What are you doing in there Steve?, that's my room"
"I know, I'm really sorry, I was just looking around your house, it's so nice and you have great taste" I said, hoping she'd believe my rushed excuse.
"Oh, that's fine, thank you for the compliment. Dinner will be ready in 30 minutes, I'll give you a shout when it's out"
"Thanks Helen, looking forward to it"
She went to the loo in her room and I went to my room to watch a bit of TV. My mind was racing and wondered what she thought, here I was, a stranger, looking around her private room.
"It's ready Steve"
"Coming" I responded.
"Be a love Steve and grab the wine and a couple of glasses, white OK?"
"perfect"
I poured the wine and we ate, exchanging small talk about my afternoon and her shopping trip. Everything seemed to have passed regarding being in her room when she asked,
"Earlier Steve, when you were in my room, did you go into my bathroom? I only ask as the lid on the basket was off and I never leave it off. It was on before I left as I put some dirty clothes in ready for a wash"
Shit, she clearly knew I was looking.