To be fair things needed to change. I was in a rut; Nathaniel James, Nat to my friends, approaching the big “Three-O” and living alone, licking my wounds after a failed marriage. Work was good; I had made partner in a provincial law firm, but getting there had taken its toll. I had ignored my younger wife to the extent that she felt entirely neglected, and there was no way someone as pretty as her was going to be neglected for long. And as my work hours got longer and longer, so did her hours in the gym with Steve the personal trainer, and eventually, the return home to an empty house and a note of regret on the kitchen table was inevitable.
It was an old story. We had married too young and too soon, and we were not made for each other. Luckily we discovered this before any kids came along and so the split was clean and swift. Her scent and ghost remained in the house and so it was quickly sold, the proceeds halved, and I used my share to buy a quaint country cottage on the edge of town where I could hide away.
Work was busy and kept me focused, but I did miss company around the house. I didn’t feel ready for a relationship, despite friends best efforts at matchmaking, so I placed an add in the local paper for a lodger or housemate.
With a sharp rap at the door in the dusk of an October evening Gina entered my life.
I was tired after a hard day at work and had been napping on the sofa, and I fumbled my way up the hall calling out “I’m coming,” as there was another impatient knock at the door. I opened it and squinted out into the gloom.
Jeez! Wake up time!
A gorgeous brunette stood on my doorstep flicking back her mane of long dark hair over her slim shoulders and fixing me in a quizzical stare from her sultry dark eyes. Her painted red lips gradually curled into a heart stoppingly wicked grin.
“You’re gonna have to stop drooling like that and let me in honey, if we’re going to get anywhere with this,” the vision of beauty laughed.
I stammered something and stepped to one side indicating her to step into the hall ahead of me.
I’ve always had a weakness for beautiful women. That may sound like an obvious thing for a guy to say, but not all men are as entirely in the thrall of an hourglass figure, long flowing hair, painted nails and lips and a set of smouldering hot eyes as I always find myself. I was already weak; already putty in this girls hands.
She was tall and had an air of power, aided by her high stiletto heels and little black dress cut high on her perfectly toned thighs. Her breasts were large, and gravity defying, her belly tight in the figure clinging dress, and her bum was something to behold. Her buttocks swayed in the confines of the material, and my heart pounded with every step she took as she walked past me. She looked back and caught me checking her out. She scowled a little and I quickly looked to the floor.
“Um…yes…um turn right into the kitchen,” I muttered. Her high heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she walked ahead of me.
She threw her expensive leather bag onto the island in the centre of the kitchen and took a seat on one of the high bar stools, crossing her long legs. She looked around the room slowly, and then looked to me. “Nice place you have here Nathaniel.”
“Thank you,” I smiled as I walked towards her offering my hand to shake, “and please, it’s Nat. Nothing formal.”
“Okay, Nat,” she grinned, saying my name slowly, thoughtfully, as if testing if it was okay for her to use, if I was suitable for her plans.
God, she was sexy. As she took my hand and I felt the soft warmth of her skin, my cock was already a stiff erect throbbing shaft in my pants. I squirmed a little, hoping it was not tenting the front of my trousers noticeably.
“I’m Gina,” she nodded. “Here for the house share.”
“You mean to be my lodger.”
She smiled, looking round the room again.
“Whatever,” she said dismissively. She licked her red lips and my cock tingled and stiffened even more.
Fuck! I was a shuddering wreck already. She was clearly enjoying my discomfort as I made her a cup of coffee. My hands were shaking as I passed it to her.
“I’m glad you like me,” she smiled, although I hadn’t said as much. “We’re going to have such fun together. We’re going to be such close friends.”
I won’t deny it; that night as I lay alone in my bed, the moonlight flooding over my crisp white sheets, I masturbated furiously thinking about Gina. She was coming to stay, to live in my house. I would see her every day, and fantasize about her. She was a gorgeous twenty-five year old, with the body of a Goddess. She worked in a high end department store, and I would see her every day in those tight clingy black dresses, in stockings and heels, with painted pink nails and lips. Fuck! Just thinking about her bum, and those legs. I wanted to rip up her skirt and see her gorgeous ass.
I was yanking my thick hard cock in my fist. “Yes,” I hissed through clenched teeth. I kicked my sheets to one side. I spread my legs wide and arched my back from the mattress resting on my shoulders. Every muscle in my body was locked and tight.
Oh fuck, Gina. Beautiful Gina.
My balls were tight to my body, precum dripping from my cock down to my belly and across the back of my thrusting hand.
I wanted to see her ass naked with her skirt hitched up and her knickers down. I wanted to cum all over her ass. I wanted to unload myself all over her golden skin.
Oh Gina. I can’t stop myself. Fuck, oh fuck. One final pump, the vision of her ass in my mind about to be splattered with cum. She’s so fucking gorgeous.
“Oh Gina,” I grunted into the air. I pumped strings of cum up over myself as I began to climax. One, then two, then three strings of hot white fluid, from my belly to my neck. I leant back breathing hard, covered in my own perspiration and cum, and I whispered “Gina, sweet Gina,” over and over.
Did she know, did she have any idea, when dealing with one like me, how quickly desire turns to craving and obsession?
I’m sure she knew.
I’m sure she knows.
To be continued…