The Lodger - closed for Jim_Ross
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Loud slurping sounds fill the bathroom cubicle, Jim’s head is thrown back, his eyes flutter closed as he approaches climax. The blondie that’s kneeled in front of him, wraps her lips around the bulbous tip of his cock, her strokes up and down his shaft grow faster until the young man explodes inside her mouth. As the ripples of pleasure coursing through his body die down a bit, he opens his eyes to look down at blondie's smiling face, some of his cum has spilled from the edge of her lips, onto her work shirt, which thankfully is white. She opens her mouth to show him the pool of cum she's collected, then closes her lips and swallows as she winces a bit, knowing that Jim loves it when she swallows for him. "Good girl..." he whispers, patting her head, putting his cock back into his boxers, pulling his pants up as he gets out of the bathroom cubicle, heading to one of the sinks to splash some water on his face.
As he looks up, he sees a young man staring back at him from the mirror. He reaches for a paper towel, his vision getting clearer as he dries his face, running his hand through his typically dishevelled hair. Jim's got dark hair, a clean shaven almost pale complexion. He does have a handsome appearance, although somewhat boyish despite being in the middle of his twenties. That's offset somewhat by his broad shoulders and rather tall stature. Jim's used to towering over his peers, he sort of shot up in height as a teen. He's always had a lot of excess energy and through exercise he's managed to channel that into a toned, though lean form. He doesn't work out as much as he used to back in college now that he's graduated, though he'll try to go to the gym enough to maintain his physique after he's settled into the new city.
Jim used to be rather introverted growing up, but his physical transformation in high school, mixed in with a fairly bad breakup with his first girlfriend, left the young man a lot more prone to savouring the companionship of the fairer sex. It's not the romp that it used to be when he was in college, but that yearning is still inside him as evidenced by the impromptu fellatio earlier. By the way, that girl is Becky, an old flame from college. Jim was just coming out of a successful job interview when he spotted her. The 'blondie' had also started work at this consultancy firm. He couldn't really leave the building without fooling around a bit. As he fixes his appearance, the young man rushes out of the bathroom, making it to the elevator and rushing into the city traffic to find a cab. He had a house viewing in 5 minutes and he knew he was going to be late. Good thing he secured his job though, now to find an apartment and he'd be all set. "I'm running late sorry! Could you text me the address?" was the message he shot over to the kind lady who'd been chatting to him about renting out one of her bedrooms. Jim removed his tie as the car came nearer to the address. He had a blue jacket, white tailored shirt and blue suit pants.
As he looks up, he sees a young man staring back at him from the mirror. He reaches for a paper towel, his vision getting clearer as he dries his face, running his hand through his typically dishevelled hair. Jim's got dark hair, a clean shaven almost pale complexion. He does have a handsome appearance, although somewhat boyish despite being in the middle of his twenties. That's offset somewhat by his broad shoulders and rather tall stature. Jim's used to towering over his peers, he sort of shot up in height as a teen. He's always had a lot of excess energy and through exercise he's managed to channel that into a toned, though lean form. He doesn't work out as much as he used to back in college now that he's graduated, though he'll try to go to the gym enough to maintain his physique after he's settled into the new city.
Jim used to be rather introverted growing up, but his physical transformation in high school, mixed in with a fairly bad breakup with his first girlfriend, left the young man a lot more prone to savouring the companionship of the fairer sex. It's not the romp that it used to be when he was in college, but that yearning is still inside him as evidenced by the impromptu fellatio earlier. By the way, that girl is Becky, an old flame from college. Jim was just coming out of a successful job interview when he spotted her. The 'blondie' had also started work at this consultancy firm. He couldn't really leave the building without fooling around a bit. As he fixes his appearance, the young man rushes out of the bathroom, making it to the elevator and rushing into the city traffic to find a cab. He had a house viewing in 5 minutes and he knew he was going to be late. Good thing he secured his job though, now to find an apartment and he'd be all set. "I'm running late sorry! Could you text me the address?" was the message he shot over to the kind lady who'd been chatting to him about renting out one of her bedrooms. Jim removed his tie as the car came nearer to the address. He had a blue jacket, white tailored shirt and blue suit pants.
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This is the third person that’s viewed the room I rent and he can’t even turn up on time, let alone remember the address.
One didn’t like the location, another wasn’t prepared to pay the rent I was asking and the third wanted to be able to bring ‘friends’ in and here’s the thing. This is my private house and they’re renting a room and that’s it.
If they want to entertain they’ll have to find a place of their own.
I glance at the note I wrote in response to the reply to my ad on Craigslist: Jim, mid-twenties, new job.
Well I hope he pays more attention to his work than he has to our appointment and my address otherwise I’ve no doubt he’ll be looking for another job and I’ll be looking for a new tenant.
At least with a man of this age he will be wanting to entertain and with a job he’ll soon find a place of his own and I can look for another lodger.
It’s not that I’m short of money, my husband left me the house and all his pensions when he died but a widow in a big house is an obvious target and having someone apart from myself come and go is a deterrent of sorts and of course, the occasional interaction over the coffee machine or in the laundry room is always welcome.
And equally, I’m not short of friends but an attractive widow in her late thirties can often be seen as a threat by women of a similar age whose marriages aren’t going as well as they might.
But such is life and their marriages aren’t my problem and neither are their husband’s wandering eyes.
What they need to do is hitch their skirts up, get their panties down and make sure their husbands get what they need at home and who knows, they might even enjoy it. After all, they must have enjoyed it at some time in the past otherwise they wouldn’t be married, unless they married for other reasons, like money or status.
I text Jim my address and fix a fresh pot of coffee.
One didn’t like the location, another wasn’t prepared to pay the rent I was asking and the third wanted to be able to bring ‘friends’ in and here’s the thing. This is my private house and they’re renting a room and that’s it.
If they want to entertain they’ll have to find a place of their own.
I glance at the note I wrote in response to the reply to my ad on Craigslist: Jim, mid-twenties, new job.
Well I hope he pays more attention to his work than he has to our appointment and my address otherwise I’ve no doubt he’ll be looking for another job and I’ll be looking for a new tenant.
At least with a man of this age he will be wanting to entertain and with a job he’ll soon find a place of his own and I can look for another lodger.
It’s not that I’m short of money, my husband left me the house and all his pensions when he died but a widow in a big house is an obvious target and having someone apart from myself come and go is a deterrent of sorts and of course, the occasional interaction over the coffee machine or in the laundry room is always welcome.
And equally, I’m not short of friends but an attractive widow in her late thirties can often be seen as a threat by women of a similar age whose marriages aren’t going as well as they might.
But such is life and their marriages aren’t my problem and neither are their husband’s wandering eyes.
What they need to do is hitch their skirts up, get their panties down and make sure their husbands get what they need at home and who knows, they might even enjoy it. After all, they must have enjoyed it at some time in the past otherwise they wouldn’t be married, unless they married for other reasons, like money or status.
I text Jim my address and fix a fresh pot of coffee.
