To readers: this is my first entry, infact the first piece of real writing if you forget about all the reports and notes I've done for work. It is all fiction although I think I'm only faintly disguised here in truth. I'd welcome any feedback on the story to decide whether to write more. Anyway I hope you enjoy it.
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I had just moved into the apartment by myself, a long story but this was for the first time for a long time. To start with the freedom seemed great and I enjoyed not having any body under my feet or messing up my living space. After a few months my feeling on this started to change. I began to realise how good it was to have someone around to talk with, gossip and generally weigh up the days news, on the other hand I really didn't want to get back into some heavy relationship. I was enjoying meeting up with a group of friends a couple of night a week and the ability to wander off at a moments notice was something I wasn't ready to give up.
I soon came to the decision that it would be good to have a lodger of some sort. I had a spare room and I couldn't see one person who was clean and tidy causing a problem.
From that decision I placed an advert in the next week's local paper. I kept it quite open in the type of person wanted -- mainly because I didn't have a clear idea on that point and I thought that I would know the right person when they walked into the place. The ad appeared on the Thursday evening and that evening I received 5 enquiries of which 3 agreed to come and see the flat, on the Friday a further 3 enquiries led to 1 more appointment. I organised all the appointments for the Monday evening which gave me time to make sure everything was tidy for their visit and finished work early to get home for the first person.
The guy, Peter was his name, was nice enough and he seemed happy with the room he would have. I told him I would let him know. The second person was a disaster, she didn't appear anything like I had imagined on the phone. When she sat on the settee and hoisted her feet on the coffee table -- then started moaning about the men in her life I decided that she wasn't the right person to share with. The third person was the guy who had phoned on the Friday and had come across as really interested in the flat -- except he didn't turn up. I tried phoning him on his mobile but there was no answer, by this time I was really pissed off.
The last appointment was for 8 and a few minutes before that there was a knock at the door. This was Sarah but for a moment I was taken aback, on the doorstep stood a small girl, or at least that was my first impression. The thing that grabbed me straight away was the smile that greeted me and the pale blue eyes that sparkled. I gathered my senses and invited her in. I offered to take her coat but she declined, instead just undoing a few buttons. We sat on the sofas opposite each other and then I could see that she probably wasn't as young as I thought she was. That was confirmed as we sat talking -- and how we talked! I was really taken with her which frightened me. Who wouldn't want a gorgeous young girl sharing their flat, and she was lovely. Apart from those great eyes her hair was a light copper colour, wavy and fell 6 or 7 inches down her back, and her skin was a clear and untanned except for a few freckles across the bridge of her nose. She was small, probably no more than 5foot 3 but the more I spoke to her I could sense a steely resolve and independence that said she knew just what she wanted and didn't put up with any mess in her life.
I was thinking that this was too good to be true and also getting frightened that I was really getting the hots for her -- something that I really wanted to avoid. However, I should say that as I was over 20 years older (at 46) and slightly greying than her it was unlikely that she would be feeling the same way and she did mention a longish term friend. From that I thought I could keep my loins under control but thought it best that we both have a think about her lodging over night. We made arrangement to speak at 6 the following evening to see whether we both felt that this would be the right move.
From the moment I woke the following day I had the complete jitters - I just wished that I had got her to say she would take the room last night there and then. All day I was clock watching -- 6 o'clock couldn't come soon enough and I just had to pace around trying to keep myself busy. At 6 I phoned and I heard Sarah say hello. I said that I would like to offer her the room and hoped that she would take it -- I really tried to stay cool but it's unlikely that I sounded that way. Thankfully Sarah was as keen on the room as I was about her moving in, she admitted that she'd been feeing quite frantic all day hoping that I would still want her there. Thank god for that I thought.
We arranged her move in on the Saturday 2 weeks later and I agreed to paint the room and also gave me a chance to clear out a load of rubbish as well. When the Saturday came, Sarah was there early on with her boyfriend in tow. His name was Grant and seemed a nice enough lad. I gave them a hand moving boxes and cases into the flat which is up on the 3rd floor. Within half an hour everything was up and I left them to it. I was sat in the lounge catching up on some reading when Grant put his head around the door to say he was leaving and then Sarah came through asking if I could show her where she could put things in the kitchen. We soon sorted that out and then sat in the kitchen drinking a coffee and sorting out rules of the living space.
It became clear as Sarah started to relax as we talked that she had a wicked sense of humour and fun -- not too dissimilar to myself. We talked about our lives a bit as well and she talked about her on-off relationship with Grant and that she hadn't moved in with him because she wasn't sure if that was what she wanted going forward. I thought that was Grant's hard luck because the more I saw and heard from Sarah the more I felt myself just falling for. As we were talking I was mesmerised by her small hands as they cradled her coffee mug. Her smooth pale skin was flecked by light golden down which got thicker the further up her arm. At one point as I made the second cup I reached out for the sugar, jokingly Sarah caught my hand in hers to stop me from taking 'the evil vice' as she called it, I'm sure I felt an electric shock from her to me as her palm covered my fingers. I think I stopped breathing for that moment and Sarah, sensing that something was up -- my temperature certainly was if not the blood pressure in my loins -- pulled back coyly concentrated on her coffee as we both composed ourselves.
We split off to do our own thing then a while later she called me from her room asking if she could put up a picture on the wall. I offered to put a nail in an after a bit of hunting found a picture pin and hammer. I stood up on the bed and hit the pin into the wall then reached down to pick up the picture. This was on the bed the other side of Sarah who had sat down at my feet. The bounce of the soft bed however, made me unsteady and I ended up falling towards Sarah. I shot out my hands to stop me hitting her but instead missed the wall and my body slumped down onto hers and my hands were caught under me between our bodies. In particular my right hand was squashed to her chest and for the first time I realised that under the voluminous clothing she had been wearing there was a very nice figure under there, Sarah's chest were full and firm. Then my face reddened as I remembered that Sarah was there and I wasn't trying to get off, it may have only been a split second but with my hands resting where they were it felt like ages. I quickly rolled off and started to apologise, I was really embarrassed but then saw that Sarah's face was creasing into a big grin and then a laugh.
"I'm so sorry -- are you OK?"
"Yes of course -- a nice way for us to get to know each other better!"
We both ended up laughing and giggling like school children -- it had certainly broken the ice between the 2 of us and I realised that my new lodger was one hell of an attractive young lady; I was going to enjoy having her around.
The rest of the week was uneventful as we settled into working routines. Some evenings we would end up sat watching TV together or just chatting over tea or coffee, no more hand touches but I felt that there was a warm feeling between us. I wouldn't see Sarah in the morning as I was off to work before she rose -- Sarah worked at a local Solicitor in town just 15 minutes walk away and there were other times when she curled up in her own room but when we got together I felt like I was building a lovely friendship.
On the Friday evening things started to change and began when I went out to meet up with some friends down at the local pub. We'd had a few pints and had planned to go off to a local club that stayed open late, then a few friends dropped out of that trip and the remaining few of us decided to call it a night. As it was nearly 12 I crept back to apartment and quietly opened the door not wanting to waken Sarah. However, I could see that the night was on in the lounge and some small noises coming from there. I thought it was the TV and gently pushed the door open. I stopped in my tracks at that point and stopped the door opening further than a crack. I could see into the lounge and saw Sarah with Grant on the sofa. Sarah was laid back, her top open and her eyes closed. Grant had his back to me and was kneeling down between her legs. The quiet noise I could hear was Sarah emitting a gurgle of pleasure and Grant was lapping and humming -- it didn't take a huge amount of imagination to work out what he was doing and clearly Sarah was in raptures of delight. Her hands covered her breasts but I could see her nipples every so often pointing hard up to the ceiling. There was something else very hard as well between my legs and as I stood there totally engrossed in the vision in front of me my hand stroked my hardness down the front of my trousers. At that point I heard Sarah's groans grow in volume and her breathing quicken. As she came in heavy pants I moved back from the door closing it to and then quietly crossed the hallway to my room. I lay back on my bed and visions of what I had just seen swirled through my mind. My cock stayed hard and I released it from my trousers. Pre-cum flowed from it's tip and I rubbed it into the head, the feeling grew and then as I grabbed the hard pulsing erection and rapidly pumped until the deep down feeling of an eruption starting came. If I had wanted to I couldn't have stopped it and seed spurted out up my chest and created a hot pool on my stomach. After a quick clean up I lay there and dozed.
I awoke with pressure in my bladder, I wasn't aware of the time but I could hear no noise, to start with. Then I could hear some scuffling in the kitchen. I opened my bedroom door and a faint light came from the entrance to the kitchen. I peered into the room and saw Sarah there looking into the fridge. She stood to the side but her head turned away. With the light from the fridge behind her, her body was illuminated through the thin nightshirt she wore. Most noticeable were her breasts; they stood out proud and beautifully firm, through her shirt they were clearly visible and once again I could see the nipple of the nearest chest, the aureole covering the peak and the nipple stood proud again -- I guess from the chill out of the fridge cabinet, I could feel my mouth fall open as I just stared.
Sarah must have sensed my presence since she turned to look back at the door. On seeing me she jumped dropping a carton of butter. Fortunately, in the split second of her turning I'd managed to change my stance, so that I didn't look like the voyeur (but inside was starting to feel like).
"Oh my god! Christ you made me jump!"
"I'm sorry ...I was on the way to the bathroom when I saw the light from the kitchen" I stumbled.
