My girlfriend Julia was a wonderful woman but you could say sexy Selina was her big mistake.
Selina was aged 25 and was Julia's daughter. My live-in girlfriend was aged 45. I was aged 35, having started a relationship with Julia five years previously because I like older women.
Up until this point in my life, I had always preferred the company of women older than myself. Older women seemed more mature and knew what they wanted sexually and from a relationship. As a young man I had always hated the way groups of young women acted together, teasing and flirting and showing off their bodies in a loud way. They were like an unruly, uncontrollable herd of sex-starved sirens. I found relationships with women who had grown out of that juvenile "omigod" stuff much more fulfilling.
Bearing this in mind, I wasn't too keen when Julia announced that work meant that she was going to be away abroad for a few weeks but that, in her absence, Selina would be coming to stay with me. Julia said she had got her daughter to promise she would not have "any young men around to stay the night" and joked that she would be able to keep a check on me to ensure I "did not stray while she was gone". Of course, we had a good laugh about it together, Julia and I. If only we had known what was coming, no pun intended.
Selina had spent most of her twenties studying for her career and so I had never seen her before, apart from the odd, unflattering, teenage photo. When she was younger, she was obviously a bit of an ugly duckling and slightly over-weight with unflattering big glasses and her hair tied in a bun. As Julia told it, she was now moving to the big city (where I lived) to try to get some experience in her chosen career, modelling and fashion. Using our place as a base would save on rent and had the added bonus of letting her mum know she was safe.
Selina had moved in for a couple of days before I actually got to meet her. I had purposely arranged a work-related hotel stay so that I could avoid being around when she arrived with her luggage. I did not want there to be a big fuss or for Selina to get any wrong ideas about "being part of the family". I enjoyed a healthy sexual relationship with her mother Julia and did not want a young woman round the house cramping my style. A bit selfish, I know, but that was how I saw it. A woman in her mid-20s? Eternal student with her prejudices and air of entitlement? All those pouting lip selfies with her immature girl friends! No thanks!
So, it was a bit of a shock then, when I arrived home late on Wednesday night to see Selina in the flesh, so to speak, for the first time. I was tired and headed straight up for my bedroom intending to hit the sack almost immediately. I had taken off most of my clothes and not even switched on the light when I heard the sound of the shower from the en suite. Without warning, the door opened and steam poured into the bedroom followed by this force of nature which I was to learn was called Selina. She was naked apart from a skimpy towel that covered her most intimate places as it was wrapped carefully around her body. I say carefully because the towel seemed to defy gravity and, even with the bedroom light off, I got a striking first glimpse of the shape of Selina's lovely body.
She had obviously grown into a swan. She looked about six foot tall and her legs seemed to go on forever. This surprised me because I am tall but my girlfriend is only five foot five inches tall. Could this really be Julia's daughter? This vision of loveliness! I tried to avert my eyes, while at the same time managing to mutter a greeting once I recovered my breath.
Selina smiled a wide, beaming smile showing perfect white teeth, and said loudly: "Oh, Simon, I wasn't expecting you to be home tonight! So good to meet you at last! I hope you don't mind me using the shower in the en suite, it's just a bit bigger for me than the one in the other bathroom."
Bigger? I thought about those long legs again and tried to think about something else...Somehow I muttered that it was "no problem" and before I knew what had happened, Selina disappeared off into her bedroom. The spare bedroom down the hall from my own. As she swept out of the room, she pulled up her towel so I got a quick glimpse of one of her smooth white buttocks.
Suddenly I had lost my tiredness. I thought I had better introduce myself to my guest. Pulling on my trousers and putting on my work shirt again but leaving it unbuttoned, I knocked on her door. I had given her five minutes to make herself decent (or so I thought).
I said to the closed spare bedroom door: "Selina? Are you still up? Can I come in?"
Her sweet, lilting voice answered me from within: "Are you still up, Simon?
(Was she teasing me with this phrase, the slutty cock-stirrer?)
"Then you'd better come in! Please come in!"
I expected to see Selina wearing a dressing gown or at least pyjamas when I came in. Instead she was standing next to the bed, leaning down over an open suitcase and taking out some of her clothes. She was wearing a pair of pink palm-print bikini briefs and a black velvet sheer bra, with lacy see-through cups. She had switched the overhead light on, so I got a full view that left little to the imagination.
Taken aback and a little embarrassed, I said: "Oh, I'm sorry, Selina, I thought you were dressed...I'll speak to you tomorrow..."
Selina laughed. A sexy, uninhibited laugh. I was slightly annoyed, as I thought of those young, teenage women who I always suspected laughed at me when they became aware of the power of their sexuality over men like me. Then she winked at me. Winked! Can you believe it! The little tease, I thought. Although, she was not that little. Either in height or in the bra size department.
She said: "Oh, Simon, I'm sorry, I'm so used to living on my own and I quite often go around the house naked or in my underwear. I can see I'm going to have to reform my wicked ways while I'm staying with you. You're just as sweet as mum said you'd be!"
Sweet? I remembered my teenage days and how being called sweet by a young woman was perhaps the worst insult a young man could get. Better by far to be called dangerous or a bad boy. I thought to myself I'd show her how sweet I could be! She'd see I was a real man soon enough! She was mine now. I had locked the front door.
"In fact, Simon, I know you must be tired after your work trip, but I was wondering if I could sleep with you tonight?"
I could not believe my ears. What? I was too stunned to respond.
Selina continued as if I had assented by not saying no. "Of course, I know it is a bit of an imposition and you hardly know me, except through photos my mum has shown you and everything, but I really don't want to be alone tonight. It is the anniversary of my dad's death."
Ah, I thought, so that's it. I remembered Julia telling me that her ex, who had been Selina's father, had died in tragic circumstances. My tone towards Selina immediately softened (although, I noted, a certain part of my body was continuing to harden rather than soften...I hoped that Selina did not notice the growing bulge in my trousers...)
I replied, sympathetically: "Of course, Selina, I understand. You can share my room tonight. I don't mind sleeping on the floor, I'll get out the sleeping bag."
Selina followed me back into my bedroom and without asking for further permission threw back the duvet and climbed in.
