The Tenant In 3B Part One
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With a hard tug, the nut loosened at the exact moment the wrench slipped and his knuckles smacked into the bracket. “Damn!” was the only word to escape his mouth,and that was even under his breath. As Kyle surveyed the work ahead, he knew the likelihood was many more “damns” would be sneaking out. It wasn’t his way to be foul of temper and rarely to use a curse but changing a water heater brought out his dark side. Building owner/manager was not exactly the job the thirty-eight-year-old had envisioned while in school; fireman, doctor, chef – any of these would be preferred. But Kyle had this, twelve apartment units, the total of his inheritance when his parents had passed recently. He rented out eleven of the units and lived in the last, 3A, it was small at ninety-three square meters, but it was enough. After all, it was just him. He had tried women, or rather they had tried him, and he enjoyed a steady and regular dating life with the occasional sleepover but nothing ever serious enough to merit much thought. So, maybe I am just a loner? he thought.The money made from the rent was substantial and enough to live on, yet he still moonlighted at the pub tending bar three nights a week. The tips were great, but if he was honest, it was mainly about the social life it gave him and the ‘friends’ that visited with him while they drank away their sorrows.It was funny how even when his mind slipped out of gear, his hands still went through the steps, and as he came back to full attention, he was ready to pull the old water heater out and bring in the new. Even ’empty’, the tank was still quite heavy from the sediment build-up, so putting a towel under it, he spun it out of the unit onto the porch, thankful the floors were wood and not carpet. The hard part would be getting it the two floors down where the dumpster waited. But that was later, now the new one needed to go in so the Davies would have hot water by the time they arrived home from work. They were great tenants, and he didn’t want them dissatisfied in the least.About thirty minutes later, he had attached and turned on the gas and watched with delight as the pilot light popped on and stayed up. As he raised the temp, the unit lit with a ‘whump’ and began heating the water within. Yep, the Davies would be happy, and he thought, maybe even get one of her famous cheesecakes as a thank you. Regardless, they paid him each month, and his job was to keep them comfortable. After tidying up his mess, including wiping down the handles, he locked the door behind him and texted Mr. Davies the job was done. “Wonderful! Thank you,” was the reply he got within moments. Now all that was left was to wrestle this old piece of junk to the dumpster and be finished for the day.With the job concluded, Kyle headed to his flat for that well-earned shower before his shift at the pub. As he entered his place, he could hear Ms. Evans in 3B. They shared a wall, and as usual, her music was so loud he could ‘enjoy’ it as well. Today it was ‘Back in Black’. At least, that was a good album. She was quite the wild woman, particularly for fifty-six years of age. He had always thought that meant you were a grandma, but not Ms. Evans. He knew very little of her except she was a recent divorcee, owned a Harley, and dressed at least thirty years less her age.Honestly, if it weren’t for the silver hair and the age listed on her background check, he would have no clue she was past forty. He actually had no idea if she even had grandchildren.He texted her, “Nice music choice, quite energizing.” Not waiting for a reply, he headed for the shower. Letting the water dump over him was so relaxing; probably good he was single; he always used all the hot water when he showered. After toweling off and applying lotion to his body and face, he headed to the bedroom to change for work. Checking his phone, he could see Ms. Evans had texted back.It was a picture of her in the middle of the living room, furniture draped, walls half painted, and the words, “Sorry if it was too loud, I need the energy to finish. Do you like it?”He knew she meant the paint on the walls, but whether she realized it or not, her outfit was what drew his attention. Just a pair of overalls, bare skin below that, and the angle she had taken the selfie from arm outstretched to her side, the gap was showing a side profile of a mostly pert breast. So yes, honestly, he very much liked it, but he was a gentleman, so he merely responded, “The walls look lovely. What color did you decide to go with?”“It’s champagne; I have a pair of knickers this color I really adore, so I took them into the salesman to match.” He was surprised, to say the least! “Ha-ha…” was her reply moments later and then, “Glad you like the color.”“Well, I am headed to the pub for work, so don’t worry about being noisy until the quiet time at 11 p.m. I will be home about 2 a.m., so I will try not to wake you. You are probably knackered.” he replied.“Have a good night at work; talk to you later,” she responded. And with that, the music went a bit higher, and he decided he https://escortium.org better go.Work wasn’t bad, and the tips had been great. One customer, a dark-haired younger woman, was a bit down and talked with him a ton, flirting a little. They had even exchanged numbers, but she had avoided his advances, so maybe he struck out? He wasn’t sure, but he did know he was now horny and heading home alone, he supposed a bit of porn and some more lotion would have to do for tonight.As Kyle came up the stairs to his place, he noted Ms. Evans still had a light on, and he looked at his watch.2:30 in the morning, she is up late, he noted. Still being quiet, he unlocked his place and stepped into the cool darkness. Locking the door behind him, he slipped off his shoes and padded into the kitchen for some water. As he took his first drink, he heard a low whine.Was it the pipes? he wondered. Ears perked up; he tried to trace the sound in the wall, there it was again. He pressed his ear to the wall at that spot and within moments knew it wasn’t the pipes. He could hear more now, and it was obviously coming from Ms. Evans’ apartment. She must be in the kitchen.What is she doing? he thought and held his breath as he listened more. A guttural cry, slightly primal, was next, and he swore he heard, “Kyle”. Listening more carefully he could tell she was panting and mewling heavily, suddenly quite loudly she shouted, “Oh God, fuck me, Kyle!” Shortly after, he could tell she was having an orgasm. While thinking of me? he wondered. She was thinking of me and got off?That was all it took for his body, the sounds she had made and the night he had endured, his cock grew hard in his jeans. He went and fetched the lotion and took care of business right near the kitchen wall even daring to call out “Emily” as he came. He wondered and hoped maybe she had heard; my-oh-my he was feeling randy tonight.Need satiated, he cleaned up, had a final wee and went to bed. ~~~~~Waking the next morning a little before 9, he was instantly aware he was hungry. As he got up and headed to the kitchen for coffee and toast, he absently checked his phone. There on the screen, he saw “Emily Evans” had sent him a message about an hour ago. Shit! Was she mad at me? Had she heard? he thought. Followed by, I really need to stop swearing.Opening it, he saw she had texted, “My sink in the kitchen seems clogged, any chance you could get to that today? I will be gone most of the day, but you are welcome to let yourself in and fix it. Just let me know when you are going in and when you leave, please.”Phew, at least she wasn’t upset or didn’t express it if she was. He texted back, “Sure thing, I am heading to the gym and then after that I can get to it, about 11:00 a.m. I think.”As he made his toast and enjoyed his coffee, the ding of his phone told him another message had arrived. It was from Ms. Evans, “That’s great, thank you! Enjoy the gym, must be why you are in such great shape.”He had to admit, that was one thing he loved about older women, they just said it how it was, good and bad, and they weren’t worried about pretenses. The gym was just what he needed to take the edge of stress off him. So, changing, he put in his ear buds, dialed up his workout track and jogged to the gym as his warmup. After hitting the weights for ninety minutes, he jogged back home and debated showering before working on the pipes in Ms. Evans’ place. He decided not to as it should take moments to clear her pipe.After shooting her a text, he unlocked her door and stepped in, the smell of fresh paint nearly bowling him over. He had to admit the champagne color did look great in the living area. Entering the kitchen, he bent to open the cabinet under the sink to expose the pipes and froze solid. There, hanging on the pipe, was a pair of champagne-coloredknickers. As he removed them and held them in the light, he noted the silky texture of the bum part; the front was sheer with a lace pattern across it. Without thinking, he brought them to his nose and was rewarded with the smell of woman. She had worn these, was this accidental that he found them in the very spot she had asked him to look? Maybe she had thrown them there early this morning as she was “playing” and forgot to get them? Or had she heard him and chosen to reward him or seduce him in some way?She’s too old for me and besides, as a tenant I, shouldn’t get involved with her, he thought, snapping back to reality. Plus, she may not even be interested in me so why mess up the friendship we have?He placed the knickers aside and set about clearing the pipes, they weren’t bad he noticed but had probably slowed up a bit. Leaving her knickers on the table he showed himself out and texted her he was finished. “Fabulous, thank you, I owe you dinner when I finish painting my apartment.” she responded.“That’s not necessary it’s all part of the job,” he said back.“We will talk about that another time.” was her quick response. “See you tonight?”“No, I am working at the pub again, be home after 2.” His reply“Okay be safe, thanks again.”Should he have mentioned the knickers? He didn’t think so; after all, he had laid them on the table, so if she was embarrassed, she could come to him about it.After eating supper, he showered and after dressing for work he headed out.~~~~~A few hours later, his shift quite lackluster, he was polishing the bar when the door announced a new arrival. Looking up to greet the new arrival, his breath caught in his throat: there was Ms. Evans. Wow, she looked amazing; her black dress clung to her body, stopping just above the knee, her bare legs continuing into a black pair of heels. As she looked up at him, she pulled her shoulder-length silver hair back and flashed him a cute smile, her eyes intent on him.“Hello and welcome,” he finally managed. Taking the stool directly in front of him, she sat and looked up slightly at his 6’ 2” frame. Looking him in the eye, she said, “Vodka twist, please,” the smile, smirk rather, not leaving her face.“Coming right up!” he announced all business and set about making her order with all tricks and flourishes that he knew.As he set the drink before her and took her in fully for the first time. He noticed something. This close, even in the low light, he could now tell the top of the dress was sheer fabric in layered bunches. So, peering a bit closer, he could see there was no bra, and her delightful C cup was there on display. Set against the alabaster of her skin were rouge nipples that he watched stiffening under his gaze. God, she is hot! he thought. She brought her hand up slightly from the bar to direct his attention back to her face and said, “Hello Kyle, thank you for the drink.” A sip later, she handed over her card to pay and he waved her off. “It’s on me,” he said. “You have earned it, all that hard work at the apartment. The paint choice looks amazing, by the way.”“That’s one reason that I am here tonight, you left something in the apartment, and I wanted to get it back to you,” she informed him.“I did? I am so sorry; I even looked a second time to make sure I had all my gear. Sorry you had to come all this way to return it. What was it?” he said with heat building in his face due to embarrassment. With a final sip on her drink, she reached into her clutch and set a small white box on the counter. “These were for you, and you left them on the table. I suppose you weren’t sure, so I came to give them to you personally.” As she spoke, that devilish grin of hers grew. With a wink, she stood and finished with, “I have to get home, long day tomorrow, enjoy the rest of your shift.”After watching her hips sway their way out the door, he considered the box on the counter in front of him. Looking around the bar, he had only two customers at this late hour, and they were good with their half-empty glasses and in their own world of drink-filled stupor. He slid the box back towards him and dropped it just below the bar. He opened it to reveal, nestled inside, was the pair of champagne panties. Along with them was a post-it that read, “You forgot my gift, don’t make that mistake again. I thought these might come in handy next time you are in your kitchen. – Emily”What in the world? She had heard him last night. Clearly, he hadn’t exactly tried to keep his voice down, but still, she heard. And she was teasing him, wanting him to do it again, and this time to use her panties. He was not used to the confidence this woman possessed. It was delightful. She was delightful. He thought about the dress she had rocked tonight and with those cherry areolas that were nestled in it, and he felt his body start to respond. Those shiny freshly shaved legs of hers that the high heels had made even better with her calves popped and butt lifted. His jeans were getting very tight. Glancing at his two customers, then at the clock, 1:15 a.m., he decided he should wait a bit to see if they left so he could close up and go home to use the panties. Still, thoughts of her swirled in his mind, her full lips dyed that same cherry red as her nipples, the coy look in her eye, the suggestion of sex; it was all too much for him. Looking at the two customers again and at the clock now reading 1:22 a.m., he decided he couldn’t wait. The customers were both in booths toward the back of the bar, at a bad angle to the bar, they wouldn’t be able to see what he was doing.Decision made, he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his very stiff cock and, glancing at his customers again, he saw they were still lost in their world. Some pre-cum had leaked already, so swirling that on the tip, he then slid his hand down his shaft. His hands were a bit rough so he looked for his lotion bottle but couldn’t quickly find it. So next thought, the knickers she had left him had that silky bottom, which would do the trick. Taking them in his hand, he grasped his length again and slid smoothly down to his balls.Yes, these will do nicely, he thought. Then back to images of her in that dress, he began stroking, looking back occasionally to see if his customers needed him. He could feel that tingle in his balls announcing the arrival quite soon of his explosion, so with a couple of twisting pulls, he then brought the panties to the top and emptied his cum into them, biting his lip so he wouldn’t cry out.Pulling the panties into a wad with his mess in the middle, he stuffed them into his pocket, tucked himself back in, buttoned up his jeans and looked to the back of the bar, “Last call,”, he croaked, his voice tight. Both customers were good and decided to call it a night. After they had walked out, he locked the door and counted the till, ready to go home and sleep. Before he left, he checked his phone and found a message from Ms. Evans.“Lovely to see you tonight, I have a feeling you used my knickers already. If you would like a fresh pair, let me know I can trade you for the black pair I had on tonight.” The message had come in only 10 minutes ago.How did she know? he wondered. Was she just hopeful or had she watched?Looking at the window of the bar he could tell since he was at the end of it to hide from the customers at the back that perhaps you could see him from the street.Still not thinking it was a smart idea, he sent, “I did use them I am embarrassed to say, how did you know?”Three dots told him a message was coming and then there he was on the screen, a picture of him through the glass, the panties visible at his crotch. They were at the top of his shaft so you could see about an inch of him before the jean flap covered the rest. Next, “I enjoyed watching you…”He replied with shaky fingers, “Um, I am so embarrassed you saw that”“Don’t be”, came back quickly, “you have nothing to be ashamed of, that was hot to watch.”Throwing caution to the wind, he sent back, “Leaving now should I stop by for a visit?”“I am knackered, maybe not tonight. But let yourself in with your key, I will leave my black panties by the door to swap out with the used ones, so I can clean those up. Not as much material since they are a thong, but I think you will enjoy them anyway.” The wink emoji at the end reminded him she was always playful.With his heart racing, he headed for home, thoughts of her continuing to cloud his mind. When he unlocked her door quietly, he did indeed find the black thong on the arm of the chair. Pulling out the crumpled mass of her cum-filled panties from his pocket, he set that mess on the hardwood floor so the chair wouldn’t get stained by his load. Locking up her door he whispered to it, “Sleep well, Ms. Evans, I know I will.”~~~~~About nine the next morning, he woke and rolled to look at what Ms. Evans had sent him today. Strangely, there was no message from her. So, he sent, “Grabbed the black thong last night, thanks again.” After he sent it, he went about the morning routine of preparing for the gym and eating breakfast.After his workout, he still hadn’t heard from Ms. Evans. Had he done something wrong? Was she having second thoughts? Not sure what was up he thought he better not text again until he heard from her.No work tonight, so he set about catching up on some apartment basics and repaired a damaged screen on 1C. It seemed he checked his phone every five minutes, but nothing came through all day. He even turned it off and back on to see if it had a problem, yet still nothing. Why had 3B suddenly disappeared from his social life?As he came back up to his place, he heard music from Ms. Evans’ place, so he went to knock and just before he did, he heard a male voice through the door. Quickly, he pulled back his hand and went into his own place, carefully closing and locking the door behind him, he slid down to the floor. Why does this always happen to me, he wondered, every time I allow myself to be caught up with a woman, I learn she is unavailable.The male voice stayed late that night and Kyle noted with shame and disgust that no one left apartment 3B. She was having a sleep over. Why had she teased him so? Why visit him at the bar and swap him panties, what kind of game was she playing? Exhausted from the day and the drama, he went to bed to sleep fitfully.The next few days, he was in a mood about the building, Ms. Evans continued to entertain her male guest and ignore his earlier text messages. He threw her black thong in the trash and swore off women for the moment.Friday night came and it was his shift at the bar, still no word from Ms. Evans; she apparently had dropped him like a hot rock. There was one cute girl at the bar that night, but she refused to even smile at him, so he decided it was a good thing he had sworn off women or this would have made the matter worse.A ding brought his head up to the door and there was Ms. Evans with her male friend. God, he was young, so young, maybe twenty-five at the most. No wonder she had dropped Kyle. They stepped, in arm and arm, laughing and touching each other’s shoulder. Why had she brought him here? Did she want to rub my nose in it, remind me I wasn’t good enough?She boldly stepped up to the bar in front of him, her white silky dress flowing and her shawl falling from one shoulder. Her hair was up, and it brought attention to her elegant neck and piercing green eyes. With a smile, she said, “Kyle, two vodka shots for my son, Mark, and I, please.”
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