Loosely based on actual events. All people are over 18.
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A number of years ago when I was married to my first wife I decided to start investing in some property, trying to supplement my income in later life and maybe subconsciously looking for a way out of my failing marriage.
I started small and did any of the renovation work or repairs myself to keep the costs down. I now own several properties but leave the maintenance to the professionals as I have more than enough other things to occupy my time.
This story is about one of my first tenants, Abby.
Abby was single and her story of being rejected numerous times trying to find a rental place of her own had me going against my better judgement and renting out a small terrace house to her.
I did get a couple of character references and a months rent in advance and thought just how bad could it be.
Everything was arranged for her moving day, all signed and paid in advance and I met her at the house with the keys and to talk her through anything she needed to know.
Abby was a stunning looking girl with long blond hair, huge boobs and long slender legs. She had a lovely smile and was easy to get on with. She was 27 and I wondered to myself on more than one occasion why she was single.
I myself at that stage was 32 and in a loveless, sexless marriage. I'm 6ft and in pretty decent shape. I did a lot of walking and keep fit and the heavy lifting that came with the house renovations also helped keep me toned. Don't get me wrong, I didn't have a six pack but I thought I looked not too bad.
I showed Abby round the house and even helped her bring in a lot of her stuff. Not something that I would normally do but she was there on her own. She was wearing a tight pair of gym leggings, under which I could see the outline of a tiny thong, and a tight pink t-shirt which was straining against her large boobs. I think that contributed to me wanting to help.
Once we had everything brought in she offered me a beer and I gladly accepted, even though they were warm.
We chatted for a while as we drank our beers about where we grew up and the sort of things we were interested in. I kept stealing glances at her body whenever she wasn't looking and it made me wonder what she would look like naked.
"So how come you're single?" I asked.
"I don't know," she replied, "I just haven't found the right man I guess."
"I'm sure you have no shortage of offers looking like that." I smiled.
"Oh I have plenty of offers alright but..."
"But what?" I asked, wondering if she was maybe a lesbian.
"They can't really handle me." she replied shyly.
"Sorry, I don't know what you mean." I replied slightly confused.
"Sorry," she replied, "You're my new landlord and I probably shouldn't be telling you any of this. You probably want to keep things professional and get back to your wife."
I hadn't mentioned the fact that I was married and the house was in my name only but she must have seen the wedding ring the first time we met.
"No worries." I replied, finishing off my beer. "I'll leave you to get settled in and if there are any problems please don't hesitate to give me a call or text."
I left Abby to unpack and went home.
When I got home I got a grilling about how long it had taken me and what the new tenant looked like etc etc. I just gave one word answers, past caring about my marriage at this stage.
A week went by and I received a text from Abby on Thursday to see if I could call round that evening. There was some sort of issue with the cooker. I replied to tell her that it was no problem and I would call round about 8.00pm.
I told my wife where I was going but all I got was complaints about why someone else couldn't sort it out. She didn't realise the cost of calling out a spark to look at something which might be pretty simple.
I rang the bell at the house and Abby answered, pulling back the front door to let me in.
She closed the door behind me and I turned round to ask to show me what the problem was and I struggled to get the words out.
She was wearing a pair of short silk pyjamas. The top wasn't buttoned all the way up and I could see the swell of her breasts and the outline of her nipples through the fabric. The shorts were pretty short, not vulgarly so but short enough to show off her long, tanned legs.
I was getting an instant hard on and didn't want to give her the wrong idea about me.
"Ehhh, so what's the ehhhh, problem with the cooker?" I managed to ask.
"Come here and I'll show you." she replied, brushing past me in the small hallway.
I followed her into the kitchen, or rather I followed her cute ass into the kitchen.
"The cooker just won't turn on." she said, playing with the knobs on the hob to show me.
I couldn't help wishing she would play with my knob...
"Does the oven work?" I asked, trying to think what the problem could be.
My mind went to mush though whenever Abby bent over and opened the oven door to see if there was any heat. The thought going through my mind right then was how I wanted to pull her shorts down and slam my cock right into her pussy. It had been a LONG time since I'd had sex.
"Do you think there's any heat coming from it?" she asked looking over at me.
I went over and knelt down in front of her, sure that she would have seen my erection poking through my jeans as I did.
I stuck my hand in the oven, but there was no heat and no light on.
I looked over at Abby to tell her my thoughts and I could see straight down her top. Her large boobs were hanging beautifully and her nipples were very erect. Was she turned on or did they always look like that?
"There's... no... ehhh.... heat that I can... feel." I replied.
"What do you think it is then?" she asked standing up, leaving me now looking at her long tanned legs, my face level with her covered pussy.
I stood up, trying unsuccessfully to hide my erection. I saw her glance down at it a couple of times so I know she noticed.
"Let me check the fuse board." I replied, going into the hall.
I knelt down at the fuse board and Abby followed to see what I was doing.
"There's your problem," I said as I pointed to one of the trip switches.
Abby bent over again to look, giving me another eyeful of her boobs.
"Should that not be pointed up when it's turned on?" she asked, a slight smile on her lips.
Ok, so now I knew she was playing with me.
"Yes it should be." I replied, turning the switch on again.
We heard a beep from the kitchen and returned to find the cooker working once again.
"Looks like that's you sorted."
"So what caused it in the first place?" asked Abby.
"It could have been a number of things." I replied, "but if it happens again just let me know."
"I feel so stupid for calling you out for something so simple." she replied, "Do you want a cup of coffee or a beer when you're here?"
I wasn't in any rush home so accepted a beer, grateful to spend some more time with a beautiful woman.
We stayed in the kitchen drinking our beers, I lent up against one worktop and Abby jumped up onto another, her long tanned legs, swinging in front of her.
