Through The Lens PT3
This is a repost from when i was on here under a different username
After demand from many readers, here is part three of the story.
The weekend had been busy for Sally and myself. On Saturday afternoon we did the family photo shoot for the woman Mum worked with, on Sunday I did a family shoot for a friend of a neighbour. Saturday was trying as we had six adults and four kids in one room, we managed it and they were pleased with the results. On Sunday when I was kneeling down after taking the picture, the little girl walked over and said thank you and kissed me on the cheek. Sally and her parents found that really amusing.
Sally had taken to helping me out like a natural. One evening I posed for her so she could get some camera practice. The shoot started out with me dressed, it didn't end that way. Sally finished taking the pictures then she pushed me onto the sofa, within moments she was naked and trying to fuck me to death, at least that was how it felt.
We went to Mum's for dinner on Sunday. The conversation over dinner was about anything, strangely photography wasn't mentioned. I did notice the album we made for Mum was on her coffee table. When we left, Sally made Mum promise to come over for dinner, Mum promised she would call to arrange it.
I arrived home late from work on Monday night due to a late meeting. Sally was cooking dinner. We talked as I opened my mail.
"Oh bloody terrific!" I groaned and threw the letter on the table.
"What's wrong?" Sally asked.
"This letter, that's what. It appears our landlord has passed away. The letter is to tell me that his family are giving me three months to move out, they want to sell the place."
"No chance we can afford to buy it?" Sally asked, the look on her face told me she already knew what my answer would be.
"We can afford a mortgage, we just don't have the deposit they will need. Fuck, now we have to look for somewhere else to live."
We had just finished clearing away when Mum called, I heard Sally tell her we would have to move.
"Mum is going to give our name and address to a couple of estate agents near her, it might increase our chances of finding somewhere else to live." I nodded at Sally. She walked over and hugged me. "It will be okay, Rick. We'll find somewhere."
We registered with a few estate agents in town. I stated we wanted somewhere with three bedrooms, most of what they sent through were two bedroomed places or flats that were no good to us. I was starting to get pissed off with it all.
We were sitting looking through some stuff we had been sent when the doorbell rang, I answered it expecting it to be Mum. There was a short woman standing on the step.
"Are you Mr Lester?" She asked
"I am, and you are?" I was a bit short with her due to the stress.
"Linda Reynolds, my late father is or was your landlord. May I speak with you?" I gestured for Linda to come in, she sat in the chair opposite Sally.
"I'm sorry to call here unannounced. I felt I had to speak to you, to explain the situation. My husband is very ill, he is unable to help me manage my late Dad's properties, that's why we are selling them. I wanted to reassure you that your deposit will be returned. I know other people who have rental properties, would you mind if I pass on your details? Naturally I will give you a good reference."
We agreed that Linda could pass on our details, the estate agents were not being much help.
"Now I understand there were some items of furniture here when you moved in?" Linda asked.
"Yes. two wardrobes and the dining table and chairs." I replied.
"Okay, if you need them please feel free to take them." Linda must have seen the surprised look on my face. "My late Dad had seven properties he rented out. With my husband being ill, it's down to me and my teenage son to clear them before we sell them. You would be doing me a favour if you took the furniture, it saves me having to dispose of it."
"Thank you. We are sorry for your loss. I met your Dad once, just after I moved in. He was a nice guy." I replied, hoping it made Linda feel a little better. Linda stood up to leave, we shook hands and I showed her to the door.
The following evening we were looking through some properties that an agent near Mum had sent over to us, there was one we really liked the sound of. The problem was it sounded too good to be true, we made an appointment to view it, all the same.
The property was nice and spacious, it had three bedrooms. The loft space had been converted into a large room, the previous tenants used it as a playroom for their kids. Sally and I discussed it, we agreed it would make a good sized studio, still leaving us with three bedrooms. The reason it was cheap was down to the small back garden. It was okay for us, but useless for anyone with kids as it was too small to play in. We didn't have kids, or plan on having kids in the future.
The following day we signed the paperwork and paid the deposit. We let Linda know we had found somewhere and would be moving out in two weeks.
Getting ready to move was manic, we packed what we could into boxes. I found a man and van who would move us to the new house. Sally and myself both agreed which bedroom we would be using, for now everything else could be stored in the other rooms.
We moved and Mum told us to go to her place for dinner, she said we had enough to do with moving to be worrying about cooking. That night Sally made sure we christened our new bedroom, I was exhausted when we finished. Sally did most of the work that night, she knew I was tired from lifting boxes all day. I was woken on Sunday with a slow sloppy blowjob, I returned the favour and licked Sally to a massive orgasm. We had just got out of the shower when the doorbell rang, I dressed quickly and answered it.
Mum smiled as she walked in. "Not interrupting anything, am I?"
"No Mum, we had just got out of the shower." I smiled back at Mum, she shook her head and laughed.
Between the three of us we got everything for the kitchen and lounge unpacked and in place, thank god Sally wasn't one for rearranging furniture all the time. With the boxes out of the way Sally gave Mum a guided tour, she was impressed with the room I was having as a studio.
The following week we spent every spare minute sorting stuff out. Sally made up a bedroom as if it was hers, I did wonder if we needed to bother with that, she insisted it was in case any of her friends visited.
The room we chose as a studio had laminate flooring in place, as it was in good condition I didn't see the need to change it. A coat of paint and a rug on the floor was all it needed. I put my desk up there with the printer and all my camera gear, finally I had it all in one room.
We invited Mum over for dinner on Sunday. Mum was impressed with my studio, even she smiled about Sally making a bedroom look as if it was hers.
Sally and I were sitting talking one Saturday evening, we had finished our first shoot in the new place. Sally got up to answer the door, it was Mum. When she stepped inside I could see she was upset. Mum looked smartly dressed, as if she was going out.
"What's wrong Mum?"
"I had a date for tonight, the bastard stood me up at the last minute." Sally hugged Mum. "Can I sit with you and be sad, rather than be on my own?" Sally took Mum's coat and guided her to the sofa.
We sat and listened as Mum explained some guy at work had asked her out on a date, Mum had decided it was time to start dating again. He called her ten minutes before he was due to collect her and cancelled, Mum said he used a lame excuse.
"What if he apologises and asks again, Mum?" Sally asked.
"He can piss off. I'm not going to be mucked about." Mum was holding back the tears. Eventually she burst into tears, I hugged her as Sally poured Mum a glass of wine. Mum calmed down and stopped crying, we spent the rest of the evening talking and joking. As Mum had a lot to drink she stayed in the spare room for the night.
