Though I have posted stories here before, this was the first story that I wrote with this website in mind. There was a section that didn't flow as well as I would have liked and ended up sitting on it for two years and rewriting a chunk of it. Which category to post it in was also a struggle, but I decided that the age gap component of the story was the driving force, although it could easily fit in a few others. The second part is done and being edited. I hope this one meets the same positive reception as my other tales, as it will probably remain my favorite from the writing standpoint. As always, ratings, favorites and follows are appreciated.
______________________________________________________________
July 1st. Moving Day. My favorite day of the year in Montreal. That was sarcasm. Not that it affected me much anymore. My wife and I had bought a triplex seven years ago and inherited two tenants in the small apartments upstairs. One of them was leaving to move in with an elderly parent up north after a cancer diagnosis. We were close and there were teary goodbyes with her and her chocolate lab.
Now to get ready for the new tenant to move in. I had not met Danielle yet. She was a co-worker of a friend of ours and had come to see the apartment while I was at work and Tammy, my wife, had given her the all clear and done the paperwork. All I knew was that she was a social worker, worked close by and it was saving us the hassle of having to advertise and do viewings and credit and reference checks. Win - win for everybody.
I was just giving the apartment a quick mop after having vacuumed when I heard voices on the balcony out front. Tammy called for me and I went out to see what was up. Standing beside Tammy was a tiny woman with short, jet black hair. She was maybe 5 feet tall at best and thin, but toned. The cut off denim shorts and tank top revealed enough to know she was definitely someone who worked out. She looked to be in her mid to late thirties and had a big natural smile.
"Salut!" she greeted me in French. "I'm Dani" extending her hand. I shook it, lightly, amazed a how small it was. Like a child's hand. "Mark. It's good to finally meet you. Are you ready for all these stairs today?"
"I hired movers, so it won't be that bad. But my parents are coming to help me unpack and it will be pretty steep for them." she said, taking another glance at the eighteen steps from the overhead view.
"You should take them up the stairs in the back, they are much wider and have an easier climb" I replied.
"Thank you! That is so nice of you. But I don't want to intrude on your weekend."
Tammy explained that it was no bother and that she wanted Dani to feel at home here. Our other tenants had free use of the pool and backyard in return for some understanding on their part when we were hosting and things got loud. Dani said she was more the type to try to join in than poop on a party.
I excused myself to collect the vacuum, mop and bucket. On the way down the stairs, I turned and told Dani that if she needed any tools while getting stuff set up to let me know. I left the two of them there chatting. I was happy that it seemed they were hitting it off. Tammy didn't have any friends in this part of the city and she needed someone to share girl time with. They became tight quick. Tammy got home around 4:30 each day and always took advantage of an hour of sun and pool time before making supper. Dani joined her from time to time. I could tell days that Dani had come down because Tammy never drank alone and a couple of drinks made her horny as hell. If I was getting texts to hurry my ass home from work to get some, there was a fair chance she had been drinking.
Saturdays mornings were a flurry of housework for me, and groceries and shopping for Tammy. We liked to be up early and have everything done by 1PM. That way, the rest of the weekend was sun and pool time. Dani joined us a lot. After six weeks, I noticed that she had not had any visitors except for her parents. She seemed to enjoy our company and was becoming more relaxed around us. Her swimwear had worked its way from a one piece to a tankini with a cover up to a sport bra style set to a string bikini in just six weeks. I was usually more attracted to busty women, but Dani's lithe little form and ridiculously tight ass usually had my cock stirring after a couple of drinks.
I work at a hospital as a porter and work one weekend out of two so I have Friday / Monday off on my work weekend. One Friday near the end of August, I was doing some plant pruning of the potted plants and bushes on our back deck. Dani had come home early and stepped out onto here back deck to hang a load of laundry on the line. We struck up a conversation and as she was stretching to pin clothes on the line, that was close to out of reach for her, even on a small stool, I realized that I was looking right up her little blue sundress and could see her black lace panties. Thank God my sunglasses hid where my eyes were locked on to. She got down off the stool and turned, bending over to pick up another small arm load of laundry off the deck chair behind her, giving me a clear look at her panty-clad ass. I didn't want to give away that I was getting an awesome show, so I moved to another plant further away to trim some dead blooms. Dani asked if we were doing drinks when Tammy got home and I told her there was a good chance of that. She said she would join us around five.