It was a late summer Sunday morning and my wife, Margaret and I were enjoying a leisurely breakfast reading the paper and listening to the radio. It was a beautiful morning and we were planning a walk in the country when breakfast was done.
The telephone rang and she answered, passing it me, saying "It's Chris from Manchester; he wants to speak to you." I was at a loss, who is this I thought, but responded with a "Hi Chris, what can I do for you?" He reminded me that we had worked together and we last saw each other roughly twelve years ago.
He went on to ask how Margaret and I were, how our jobs were going, and the family. He then came to the reason for calling after all this time. "My son, Andrew has won a place at the University of Hertfordshire and is moving down to your area at the start of the college year. However, like many young people he left looking for accommodation far too late and his apartment will not be ready for two months, but he starts his lectures in one month's time. Do you know of anyone locally who would be prepared to accommodate him for a month?" I replied that I would give it some thought and I would get back to him.
I asked him to tell me a little about his son as I felt a prospective landlord or lady would need some details before taking him into their home. Chris replied, "Well, he's just turned eighteen, six foot plus and weighs around 13 stone. He is studying sports science and plays soccer, basketball and runs. He currently doesn't have a girlfriend and doesn't drink much as he prefers to study and play sport."
"Ok Chris, I will make some enquiries and call you back in a couple of days."
Margaret asked me what was that all about and I explained about Andrew and his college course and the accommodation situation. We talked about it and thought we knew a couple of people who live near the campus and might help out. We agreed to contact them later that day.
We drew a blank as both were taking holidays during the next month. Margaret then looked at me sheepishly and asked, "Why don't we take him into our house? We have the space, two guest bedrooms and two bathrooms, and it's only for a few weeks."
I smiled and thought about a young man in the house alone with my wife. "Ok I will get back to Chris and tell him we will look after Andrew for that temporary period."
I telephoned Chris and told him that we would house his son Andrew for a month while his permanent accommodation was completed.
He was delighted and said how pleased he was that his son would be in safe hands. He asked if it would alright if they made the journey on the last Saturday of September in order that Andrew would be here in good time to start his course on the following Monday. Chris said that he and his wife would travel with Andrew and they would fit his belongings in their estate car.
Margaret and I spent some time preparing the boy's bedroom and made space in the wardrobe and even allowed room in the second guest room for his belongings. Margaret spent so much time on this that one would have thought the Queen was coming to visit.
The Saturday arrived and so did our guests. We had offered them all lunch and prior to that we sat and chatted over tea and coffee. Chris looked great; he was mid forties as was his wife Angela, at least ten years younger than us. She was slim and it turned out that they both exercise regularly and eat sensibly. Setting a good example for their son.
Andrew's luggage was taken up to his room and his mother and father helped him unpack and deposit his clothes in the wardrobe and drawers vacated for him. He brought a small television and various pieces of IT equipment which is what you would expect from a teenager.
We ate lunch and I couldn't help noticing that Andrew was quite timid but one would assume that was due to his not knowing us. That didn't stop him observing Margaret rather more that I would expect. He watched her walk to and from the kitchen with the food and seemed quite interested in her breasts. She was wearing a tight fitting V-neck top along with a skirt, which was quite tight across her mature bottom. My wife is not slim, she has battled with her weight ever since we have been together but she is not obese by any stretch of the imagination. She is naturally a voluptuous lady.
I watched as she bent to pass plates of food to our guests and Andrew's gaze was fixed on her cleavage. Boys will be boys but this one obviously had a hankering for the older lady's mature figure. I remember when I was his age and I also fancied women of my mother's age.
He became more relaxed as the meal went on and so did his parents until it was time for them to leave. We left them to say their goodbyes in private and we noticed his mother had tears but they parted and drove off to their home in the north of England some two hundred miles away. I sat and chatted to Andrew as Margaret cleared up and loaded the dishwasher. He offered to help her which was a good sign.
After this he went for a run and came back and used then bathroom while Margaret and I watched some TV. He joined us later and sat there in his shorts and t-shirt using a hand held device, maybe on line or texting friends. At about 10 pm he announced that he would be going to bed and wished us as good night. Margaret asked him what time he would be rising in the morning and he replied that he would be going for a run at about 7 am.
Margaret and I looked at each other and she smiled. "He seems like a nice boy, John, what do you think?"
"His manners are impeccable and his physique is not bad either." I replied.
"Yes, he has lovely legs, his upper body is broad and his tummy looks muscular, I bet he's popular with the girls," was her comment.
"He likes you," I said.
"What do you mean," she smirked.
"You saw him looking at your tits and arse." I joked.
"He's too young to be looking at a granny of fifty five." she confessed.
We went to bed and I thought of her with him as I lay there and I wonder what she was thinking.
The following morning we awoke at about 8 am and went through the usual routine, but Andrew was not at home. We had our breakfast and he returned at about 9 am. He had been running for nearly two hours. He went to the bathroom and then Margaret prepared him some breakfast. He came down in a t-shirt and shorts. I went out for some exercise and left them alone in the house. On my return Andrew was in his room reading and Margaret was in the kitchen. She whispered to me that he had been very attentive to her and helped clear up the breakfast things and during their conversation told her how young she looked for her age and how he was really pleased he was staying with us and hoped we would all get along well.
"Did he look at your tits?" I asked.
She nervously replied. "He did quite a lot and he obviously liked my bottom too as he was always behind me when I bent over to load the dishwasher and put things away in lower cupboards."
"Did you tease him?"
"Honestly, yes I did a little."
"How did you tease him?" I was getting excited now; I could feel my heart beating fast and my mouth getting dry.
"I bent over a lot to show him my cleavage and my bottom, I asked him to help me put stuff away in a high cupboard, so he passed things to me on the steps." She was looking nervous and quite flushed.
