My Transition
By the age of 22, I already owned one property, a modest, end of terrace, 2 bedroom house with a nice garden and of road parking. I was able to purchase it at a low price, due to the amount of work it required to refurbish it. Although, I had enough saved to buy it outright, Angela and Emma (Who was now my accountant) advised me to take out a small mortgage, in order to offset some tax. I lovingly restored it, fully intending to use it as my home. That was until Emma suggested an idea, renting it out. She had already worked out, how much I needed to charge per week, not only to cover the mortgage payments but also to give me a monthly income, which with some clever number crunching, could be hidden from the tax man. Also she had two women lined up already, willing to move in straight away. This was a big step for me, going from a simple handyman to a landlord, with responsibilities for others. Emma could be very persuasive, especially when bent over her desk with my cock buried inside her, so I agreed. Emma drew up he tenancy agreement and the following Monday morning, I was handing over the keys to Carol and her daughter Anna. Informing them, any time they need anything, call me day or night and I will do my best to sort it there and then.
From handyman to gigolo to landlord, what would come next, I wondered. I did not have to wait long for the answer. Employer. Angela had gotten me two large contracts, the first was a conversion of a small warehouse, which the owner wanted to convert into separate units, that he could hire out. If I took this on, it would mean me spending less time with my regular clients. The second, as an on call handyman to a small block of flats, I would be paid a retainer fee, plus extra for any work carried out. Both were too good to turn down, equally too big to take on by myself. I left it in the hands of Angela and Emma to work out what would be best.
When I was leaving, Marge told me that Carol had called, asking if I could go round to the house as soon as possible, worried I rushed straight there.
"Oh Shaun, I'm sorry to trouble you but the electricity keeps going off, I have to keep resetting it." She said letting me inside.
"That's okay, lets see what the problem is?"
"Thank you." She replied.
"Can you tell me what you were doing when it first tripped?" I asked.
"I ran a bath, put the kettle on to boil, while I had a soak and everything went off, every time I tried to reset it, bang, it tripped."
I could see in an instant what the issue was, just by walking into the kitchen, her kettle had a damaged lead.
"Look you go and enjoy your bath, I'll pop out for ten minutes and when I come back we can enjoy a cup of tea, how does that sound?"
"Wonderful."
"Is it okay if I let myself in?"
"Of course, after all it is your house."
Luckily a short distance from the house, a big store was situated, where I purchased a new kettle, returning back, I let myself in and headed to the kitchen. At this point I should explain that the bathroom was situated in an extension attached to the kitchen. As I put the new kettle in place, Carol walked out of the bathroom, wearing a brown woolly robe which was no quite fully closed. I got a quick glimpse of her pussy, before she realised I was there and covered herself up.
"You look like a cuddly teddy bear in that." I quipped trying to lessen her embarrassment.
"I was so relaxed and drifting off to sleep in the soapy water, I forgot about you."
"I'm glad you did, now where do you keep the tea things?"
She noticed her old kettle had been thrown onto the sink unit, replaced with a brand new one.
"Was it me, my kettle I mean, what was causing the issue?"
I showed her the damage, explained that the house had the latest electrical safety devices wired in and that in her old house it may not have been apparent but yes it was her beloved old kettle which caused her problems."
"I must pay you for the new one."
"I think you already have." Giving her a wink.
She blushed and pulled her robe tightly around her. After showing me where she kept the cups and tea bags, she excused herself and headed upstairs. Once the kettle had boiled, I shouted up the stairs to her,
"How do you like it?"
I'm sure I heard her laugh before she called back,
"Hot and strong."
I placed one cup on the coffee table in front of the sofa and I settled in the arm chair opposite it, just as Carol came down the stairs. Her fluffy robe had been replaced with a knee length, black jumper dress, her hair was still damp and upon her feet she wore backless mule slippers. Propping herself against a cushion and tucking her feet up, again she thanked me for the kettle and for making her tea.
We chatted a little while and I found out that her previous landlord, was the type who took the money but when it came to doing repairs or keeping up the standards, would repeatedly promise but not deliver. I assured her, I was not like that and anything that needed doing, I would be on the job as soon as possible.
"Anything?" She said.
"If it's within my capabilities, then yes."
I knew what was coming next, she had a look on her face I had seen many times before, on women with a burning desire. Here it came.
"Emma says, you have a liking for the older woman, is that correct?"
"No, not quite, I like women of all ages, but I do prefer the more mature ones, they tend to know what they want and most have he experience to get it." I said to her making sure she noticed I was drinking in every part of her body. Then came the questions and answers.
"Do you find me attractive?"
