The Tenant (closed)

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Karen stopped in front of the girl's table until she looked up from her coffee. "Say, I overheard you earlier by the bulletin boards. You're having trouble trying to find graduate housing? I might be able to help you."

Karen took a seat opposite the girl. As a soon-to-be PhD, Karen was quite familiar with the challenge of finding a good apartment. The area around campus was nice, but expensive. Finding an apartment in the price range of a full-time student was impossible and the city commute was awful. Fortunately, it helped if you had another option.

"See, I'm about to graduate in a few weeks, so the place I stay is going to be available. The owner is going to be looking for someone new, but he's particular, so it's not something you'll see advertised. More a word of mouth thing. But I think it might work for you, so I could recommend you. "

" It's actually a house. Owner keeps to the upper floors besides the kitchen, but you'll have a bedroom, bathroom, and another room for your private use on the first floor. You also have the backyard, including a pool. It's really nice in the summer. Also includes space for a car if you have one, but house is close enough to walk to campus in good weather. It's a really sweet deal."

"Its also pretty affordable, if you're okay with certain things." Karen glanced around and leaned in to whisper. "How would you feel about being an older man's mistress one night a week?"

 

[grdybiwife]

Larissa couldn't believe what she was hearing, and her disgust was plain on her face. She recognized the woman from around campus but had never actually met her, now here she was advertising that she was basically a sex worker. She opened her mouth to decline her recommendation but the woman pulled out her phone and slid it across the table. "This is him," she said of the reasonable attractive middle aged white man. Larissa had to admit that under different circumstances, she might have given him a second glance but couldn't bring herself to exchange her dignity for rent. Especially given her condition.

Being 3 months pregnant with her big sister's baby, Larissa didn't think it would be a good idea to be sleeping with some random guy in general, let alone in exchange for free rent. And Tami made it clear that she would foot the bill for anything that made her life easier, that included an apartment closer to campus so she could avoid the 40 minute commute on public transportation

"That's not really my thing but thanks for thinking of me," she said politely and the woman gave her a little smirk before pulling the sleeve off her coffee cup.

"Here's my number. Text me, if you change your mind."

Her name was Karen and Larissa was certain she wouldn't be using that number, yet she didn't throw it away. Nor did she leave it on the table. Days went on and her search continued, all the while the interaction with Karen played in her mind. When the rejection calls starting rolling in and her options dwindled down to a house with four roommates and a slummy tenement, Larissa started to consider at least meeting with the guy. She didn't have to accept his offer and there was a chance he wouldn't be interested once he learned of her surrogacy, she didn't see any harm in taking an interview.

Two weeks after their first meeting, Larissa sent Karen a text for information about the apartment. The reply she received should have given her pause, but desperation changes a person. She striped down to her bra and panties, took a smiling selfie , and sent it off to Karen.

 

[saedo]

"I had a feeling I'd be hearing from you again," Karen said cheerily on the phone when she called Larissa back. "I just knew when I saw you that you were the type who'd be up for something non-traditional."

"Its also not as skeevy as it sounds," Karen continued. "It's really more like a part time job. One night a week, you take care of his needs, and then the rest of the week, you're free and clear to do pretty much what you want. It's a pretty sweet deal, really. "

"Feel free to ask me any questions. In the meantime, I'll set up a chance to meet with him tomorrow.

~~~~~~
Simon Idris met the new applicant for coffee as arranged. He preferred the open setting and casual atmosphere; it made for a casual tone to the first meeting. That said, he still required her to address him as Mr. Idris; after all, she was 30 years his junior.

Karen has selected well by his initial estimation. Larissa was taller than most, much of that long legs judging by the outline of thigh against her pencil skirt. Her frame was fairly lean, but she had a nice set of hips and a very impressive bosom. Her skin was a rich caramel in hue with somewhat darker hair that fell in long rivulets past her shoulders. She spoke with intelligence about her graduate studies and carried herself with confidence. He found himself liking her already.

"I suppose we should talk about some of of the caveats. Some of these Karen may have mentioned. The living space is quite generous and with ample closet space. They are is a full bath with a walk-in shower. Your predecessors generally used the spare room for a study and work space, but you can do with it whatever. You will also have access to the kitchen on the first floor as needed. I generally keep to the upper floors, so the first floor is generally your space.

"Guests are allowed, but no more than three at a time without notifying me first. Neither I nor my neighbors wants to be ground zero for some raucous college party.

" On a similar note, no overnight guests."

"As for our special relationship, I shall require one 8 hour window of my choosing be subject to my discretion each calender week. We can coordinate on schedules in special circumstances, but otherwise that time shall be my time. You will do as instructed in a compliant manner. I expect if you have questions about what such sessions might entail, Karen can explain it from the female perspective.

"This relationship will be kept strictly confidential. I tell no one about it and neither will you. No exceptions. As far as anyone else knows, I am merely the owner of the house where you rent a room.

"You will keep your social life outside my home. If you have a boyfriend, girlfriend, or other such involvement, you do that elsewhere. You never bring that to the house. Ever.

"I am a widower with grown children. I have no desire for additional progeny. You will use a form of approved birth control at all times."

Simon thought for a moment. "That covers the basics. May I address any questions or concerns you have now?"

 

[grdybiwife]

Larissa had been nervous for days leading up to the meeting and felt silly for it once she sat down across from the man. She was expecting some sort of lecherous playboy instead she found a man with kind eyes and somewhat easy smile who seemed genuinely interested in the words that were coming out of her mouth. With a generous DD cup, Larissa was used to men making quick downward glances as she spoke, not Mr. Idris. Aside from the appraising look as she walked across the cafe, he had been nothing but a gentleman.

Even when he shifted into his rules, Larissa wasn't put off by his intensity. He was a man who knew what he wanted and how he wanted it, why mess around with flowery language that can be easily misinterpreted. Especially in a situation like this. Larissa smiled at the way he asked of her concerns, and took a moment to formulate just how she would explain her situation. It was best she explain herself now, if she was really considering accepting his offer.

Larissa took a deep breath, pushed a stray ringlet of her behind her ear and said, "Well Mr. Idris, I'm currently 12 weeks pregnant with my sister's baby so there won't be any parties. I have like 4 friends, two of them are mostly online and the other is my sister who's a very successful, happily married attorney who hasn't been able to carry a baby to term. You can understand why I wouldn't want anybody to know the full extent of any arrangement between the two of us. Other than this, I'm a pretty low-key person. Haven't had a serious boyfriend since undergrad and I'm not the casual hook-up kind of girl. And even if I could party, I wouldn't and I'm much more comfortable with a book than I am in a group.

"So I guess my first question is does my surrogacy disqualify me from the position?"

It was the most important one she thought, the one question that seemed to derail all her other housing opportunities. This was her last resort and the longer she sat across from him, the more she hoped that might at least be able to overlook.

 

[saedo]

For a moment, Simon was annoyed. A pregnant girl? Of all the nerve!

But as Larissa explained her story, he felt his initial reticence diminishing. She wasn't some sort of mercenary renting out her womb for nine months for a hefty payday. Helping her older sister have a child was noble, generous thing to do.

He then did some math in his head. "So if you are 12 weeks now . . . the semester ends as the final weeks approach . . . . Ah, I see." He smiled; he always had liked the plan. "So you've timed it so you complete one more semester just before you're due to give birth. Probably move back in with your sister so she's there for the birth. Take a semester off to help with the baby and recover. Maybe work on your thesis. Yes, this is well timed. You and your sister put some thought into this."

Simon's blue eyes swept over Larissa again as he regarded her closely, one hand at his chin in quiet contemplation. "Having met your predecessor," he began after a long pause, "you likely have an inkling as to my preferences: intelligent, beautiful women in their twenties with slender frames and luscious curves. Yes, I do have a type. And my wife certainly shared many of those attributes."

"But my wife also bore me three children. I remember still finding her beautiful even as her belly and breasts swelled to tremendous proportions. Sexy, too." Simon paused again as he imagined Larissa with a steadily growing abdomen and bosom. Magnificent. The very thought sent heat to his groin.

He raised a finger. "I trust you recognize that your condition does not excuse you from our arrangement. I shall expect you to perform the required services regardless. And I shall expect you to adhere to your exercise regimen: as your obstetrician has likely advised you, putting on pregnancy weight does not mean getting fat."

Simon nodded his head. "Yes, I think that will work fine. If you accept, you can coordinate with Karen to move your belongings in this weekend. Is there anything else you'd like to discuss, Miss Graham?"

 

[grdybiwife]

Larissa listened intently as he deduced her birthing scheme and smiled when she noticed his mood shift from something like disdain towards admiration. This Mr. Idris had a pretty decent poker face but he was no match for the psych major who spent most of her life observing people. She chose not to correct his assumption that she be anything more than a loving aunt to the child she carried, and allowed him to switch gears again.

At the mention of his wife, the way he mentioned her, Larissa found herself doing some formulating on her own. Mr. Idris wasn't some creepy old guy preying on desperate co-eds, he was a man who loved his deceased wife. It was probably the kind of love that couldn't be replaced, but he still had needs and he deserved to meet them in a dignified manner. Why not sponsor an attractive student to play a role for a few hours a week?

"But my wife also bore me three children. I remember still finding her beautiful even as her belly and breasts swelled to tremendous proportions. Sexy, too."

There was something in the way he looked at her then, a quick flash of perv that made her blush. Larissa didn't get up from the table though, instead cleared her throat and took a sip from her herbal tea. She made a quick glance around the busy cafe to ensure there conversation went unnoticed.

"I trust you recognize that your condition does not excuse you from our arrangement. I shall expect you to perform the required services regardless. And I shall expect you to adhere to your exercise regimen: as your obstetrician has likely advised you, putting on pregnancy weight does not mean getting fat."

"I'm a pretty avid yogi and my sister...Leti...she set me up with some prenatal class and water aerobics when I can't run anymore so I doubt my health will prevent me from fulfilling me...uhhh...duties."

"Yes, I think that will work fine. If you accept, you can coordinate with Karen to move your belongings in this weekend. Is there anything else you'd like to discuss, Miss Graham?

"I accept," she said in a rush, and a little too loud before she stuck out her hand. If she walked out of that cafe she would surely talk herself out of what might turn out to be a long-term situation. He was easy on the eyes and seemed fit enough in his business casual attire, what could be the harm in spending some time with him every once in a while. "I look forward to...uhhhh....working with you?"

 

[saedo]

Karen spent the day helping Larissa move in as she finished her move out. "Part of the tradition," she explained. "The girl who was here before me helped recruit me, helped vet me, helped move me in, etc. Sort of a sisterhood, I suppose."

"Mr. Idris isn't here because that's part of his rules. He doesn't like to get too involved, you know. You won't see him much and when you do, he'll be very polite, but not always friendly. Don't take it personally. Part of the rules."

Karen took her on a tour of the first floor and the various facilities. "You've basically got everything you need here. Use it as you want, but clean up afterwards. You can leave your personal room cluttered, but keep the rest tidy. Upper floors are his. There's some nice stuff up there, but that's his space. Don't go wandering up there unless he invites you.

"He likes to be called Mr. Idris. Or Sir. Don't say Simon. He does not like that. Especially if you are around other people. Rules thing.

" Hmm. What else?" Karen giggled a moment "I suppose sex stuff. He's pretty vanilla, but if you ask him, he'll do more. Not butt stuff -- he doesn't like that -- but if you like being spanked or tied up or something, he can be flexible. Just ask nicely.

"Uh, if you've never been with an older guy, know it takes a bit longer to get him revved up. Plus, you'll appreciate having a little time to get ready once you see the size of the thing. And like the girl before me warned me: don't worry, it'll hurt a little -- or maybe a lot -- but it definitely will fit. Barely."

"On his nights, prep for it like a date. Shower, makeup, your silk undies, the works. Oh, down, he likes it tidy, but not totally bare. Sometimes he'll ask you to wear something specific or even provide you something to wear. Otherwise, just dress like you are going out, even though you might only be going to the bedroom. Pretty dress, jewelry, heels. And be ready on time.

"Speaking of which, I have a little present for you." Karen retrieved a small cardboard box that was elegantly tied in a ribbon. "I had to guess at your measurements, so it might be a little snug. But this way you have some nice lingerie for your first time."

Karen gave Larissa a hug. "You have my number if any questions come up. Part of the sisterhood thing. But I'm sure you'll do great. Mr. Idris is just really special, so I think you'll really enjoy it here. Good luck."

~~~~~~~~~~~
As was his practice, Simon avoided contact with his tenant during her initial days. A few polite exchanges in the common areas, but he saw little of her since her arrival. Best to maintain clear lines.

At the appointed hour of their first session, he strolled downstairs. He wore a blazer over his dress shirt and dark pants. His shoes -- polished to a mirror gleam -- clacked along the hardwood floors as he approached her room. He knocked on schedule. "Larissa, are you ready?"

 

[grdybiwife]

Larissa was grateful to have Karen around on moving day. Her sister had been called away on an emergency business trip while her husband was away on a trip of his own so there was no one to help her move what little belongings she had. Sure a few of her old dorm-mates were available to help load up her hand-me-down jeep but she was on her on once her room was empty.

It also helped that Karen had been in her shoes before and she seemed unfazed by the arrangement she was vacating. She seemed to be a well-adjusted, conscientious young woman and she wasn't running for the hills, simply moving on with her life. If anything, she might have seemed a little sad to be passing on the baton. She stuck around long enough to see that Larissa was settled in and gave her a tight hug just before you left.

"Just follow the rules and you'll be just fine," she said and Larissa thanked her again for all her help before being left to her own devices.

Alone in her room, Larissa went over the details Karen laid out and immediately went looking for something appropriate to wear for the evening. After opening the gift, a mild panic set in when she realized "sexiness" wasn't something readily available in her wardrobe, and her personal grooming left something to be desire. Being a late-bloomer with a big sister who was built like a honey skinned coke bottle, Larissa only became aware of her relative hotness recently and her wardrobe had yet to catch up. She was mostly a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl with an seemingly endless supply of practical cotton panties and aggressively supportive bras without a matching set among them. She still had a few hours before her first appointment with Mr. Idris, just enough time for a wax and some retail therapy to lessen her anxiety.

She crossed paths with her landlord upon her return and just as Karen said he was cordial but short and quickly disappeared to the upper floors before she could get all her bags into the door. After a thorough shower and a thick layer of body butter, Larissa laid out all her new purchases on the bed. She couldn't help laugh at what found it's way into her possession. The amount of lace and sheer fabric showcased would rival that of any well paid stripper, even the dresses she chose were completely out of character and she found herself pleasantly surprised by how good she looked, and felt, in her new glamorous "work" clothes.

After hair and make-up, Larissa settled on one of new sexy bra and pantie sets in black lace and long sleeved backless bodycon dress that hugged her curves and showed her off a good amount of thigh. With no support underneath, it was impossible to hide her growing belly and she smiled knowing that Mr. Idris probably wouldn't mind.

She was putting on her set of pearl jewelry, a necklace, earrings, and bracelet, that her grandmother bought her for graduation when she heard footsteps approaching her bedroom door. Hands shook, her breath quickened, as she gave herself a quick once over before moving to the door. She hadn't expected him to knock and for some reason that settled her nerves just a little bit.

"It's just a date...like any other date," she muttered to herself as her hand went to the knob. "I'm...uhhh...yes, sir...umm yeah...I'm ready," she said as she opened the door. "You look nice," she said bashfully as she looked him over. Larissa smiled when their eyes met again and gave a little spin before asking, "Does this meet your approval Mr. Idris?"

 

[saedo]

Simon looked over his tenant and nodded. Her dress offered a bit of an illusion. The front covered up to her neck, but on the opposite side the fabric disappeared a short distance below her shoulder blades. A titillating expanse of light-brown skin lay exposed down to the middle of her back before the returned. "Yes," he said, running his hand across her bare skin. "I approve."

"Come with me," Simon instructed, pressing gently against her bare back. He guided her into the hallway and toward the stairs. He made small talk with her about her recent move and preparation for the start of classes as they climbed to the second floor.

His eyes took in the rest of her as they walked. The dress was quite complimentary to her curves. He noted with approval that her impressive bosom jiggled with a natural resilience; while an admirer of the female breasts in any form, he did prefer feel of the non-enhanced variety.

He made no efforts to conceal his observation of her, so she was clearly aware. She seemed quite accepting of this visual inspection. Good. He liked a woman that was comfortable in her own skin. That was partly why he had always been drawn to women her age rather than her uncertain undergraduate counterparts.

He turned her down a hallway and opened a door into a bedroom. A pair of lamps beside the bed provided a soft, comfortable light. The four-poster bed was made of dark oak and outfitted with dark navy sheets of satin with matching pillows. Drawn curtains concealed the lone window. A pair of wooden dressers stood against one wall, both of similar dark oak.

Simon closed the door gently behind them while Larissa examined the room. After a moment, he placed his hands atop her collarbone from behind. "Let's begin."

He slid his hands beneath the shoulders of her dress and guided it off her. With some assistance from her, he slipped her arms out of the sleeves and helped her step out of remaining dress entirely. He folded it carefully and placed it atop a dresser.

He then turned his attention to her nearly naked form. Her back had a nice musculature under the smooth skin. He ran his hands along it from shoulders to the black silk underwear covering her derriere. He took his time exploring her back with his fingertips; it gave her time to get used to his touch, but he also enjoyed the feel of a young woman beneath his hand.

Finally he turned to her bra. It was a rather ingenious contraption that looped over her shoulder and beneath her arm to provide support without a back strap to mar the backless look of her dress. He guided the straps free of her arms and lay the silk and lace aside as well.

"Face me," he instructed, guiding her to turn towards him.

 

[grdybiwife]

She hadn't expected everything to happen so fast. She thought there might be an opportunity for more intimate conversation followed by a minimal amount of foreplay before they got down to business. Instead there was a small talk as she was lead through the upper level of the home. Larissa thought he might give her a cursory tour before she was ushered into the bedroom and stripped.

But that didn't feel like the right word. It wasn't as if Mr. Idris had torn her clothes off. His touch was firm, yet forgiving and Larissa felt that he would stop if she asked. Lucky for both of them she didn't feel the need. She trembled under his touch, knees wobbled, but her feet remain firmly planted in her black suede pumps. His fingertips sent pleasant quivers down her spine that rose goosebumps along her arms and a gasp escaped her lips as his fingers slipped into her panties and pushed them down her thighs before moving swiftly to remove her bra.

"Face me," he instructed, guiding her to turn towards him.

One arm went up to cover her breast while the other hand covered her freshly trimmed bush as she shuffled around. The action was reflexive and Larissa felt foolish for it when she mustered up the nerve to look him in the eye.

"Full disclosure...I've never been naked like this...in front of anybody I mean. I'm not very experienced," she admitted with an almost sheepish grin as she slowly dropped her arms to reveal herself to him fully.

Her breasts fell heavily against her chest but sat up firmly enough that the ribs beneath her sternum were visible and her dark brown nipples sloped slightly upward. Her torso was long and lean from years of dance before she developed an interest in yoga, and would have been flat had she not been entering her second trimester. It was something she would have to get used to, along with her new personal grooming. Larissa wasn't aware of the amount of sensation that came with bare labia, nor was she prepared for how this change might effect her. Fortunately she had the foresight to leave the waxing for last or else she'd been walking around with damp panties all day.

And the feeling only intensified under Mr. Idris's hungry gaze. Larissa tried to squeeze her thighs together to contain the moisture that developed between her folds, but it didn't stop the quiver she felt deep in her center. She took a long steady breath, her hand moving absently to cup her sex again, only this time concealment was not the goal. Instead she slip a tentative finger between her lips to tease her opening a moment before she froze, shift her eyes up to meet his.

"I'm sorry sir," she said through a moan, a small smile on full lips. "Karen said you like things neat but I might have gotten a little carried away," she admitted with a glance down at her mostly bare sex. What used to be a well manicured bush had been trimmed down to a tiny triangle that left most of her pubic mound exposed and her poor labia were having a tough time containing her already engorged clit. "All the friction with the lace...your cologne smells so good... and these hormones...I'm just...I should be nervous. I mean, I'm nervous...and now I'm rambling," she said in a rush before shutting her eyes and taking another deep breath. "I'm sorry Mr. Idris, I feel like I'm breaking your first rule. This is supposed to be your time," she said, tentatively taking his hands to set on the widest point of her hips. Larissa looked up into his eyes and smiled as she asked, "What can I do for you now, sir?"

 

[saedo]

Simon felt a smile tug at the corners of his mouth. Despite her revealing outfit and the patently obvious purpose of their living arrangement, Larissa was still shy in front of him. He found it particularly endearing how she tried to use one arm to conceal her plentiful breasts. The succulent flesh spilled out around her somewhat futile attempt.

"Full disclosure...I've never been naked like this...in front of anybody I mean. I'm not very experienced,"

Simon raised an eyebrow at this. Never been naked with someone? No, that couldn't be it. No one with that body and that face could have made it through high school and college without some experience.

He allowed for the possibility that she meant "in front of a man", but that seemed somewhat unlikely. Were she an avowed lesbian, signing on to become a man's part-time mistress struck him as improbable.

Perhaps she meant the setting. Yes, that could be it. No dinner date or fondling in the car or heavy petting on the couch as precursors to getting naked in the bedroom.

"I prefer a certain . . . directness . . . ," he replied, "with our arrangement. Getting to the point, as it were, avoids confusion. I recognize that is probably unlike your past experiences, but I think you will find the transition fairly quick to adapt to."

Larissa dropped her arms away from her voluptuous figure, allowing his blue eyes to take in the firm globes jutting her torso, the distinct swell high on her abdomen, and the soft nether folds between her taut thighs. "Mmmm, breathtaking," he pronounced.

She responded by cupping her pussy again, but this time for stimulation rather than concealment. He caught a momentary glimpse of bright pink at the center of her sex before her finger dipped inside. She began to moan and ramble, expressing both eager anticipation and also anxious uncertainty with equal measure. Finally she concluded with an attempt to steady herself with an appeal for guidance: "What can I do for you now, sir? "

Simon nodded approvingly at the honorific. He was old enough to be her father, so a certain deference felt necessary. "Sex will arrive in due time," he replied. "For now, I'd like to get to know you better."

He began by parting his lips and placing his mouth well around the nipple and areola of her left breast. Keeping her heels allowed him to do this with only a slight bend in his knees. He tongued her nipple till it hardened into diamond. Oh, how he loved the feel of a woman's breast in his mouth. And to think that eventually these beautiful orbs would be plump with milk. Delightful.

As his mouth sucked at her bosom, his right hand slid down her torso. He paused first at baby bump. It rode high on abdomen, which was a good sign. She'd likely keep her waistline well into the pregnancy, further emphasizing her adorable belly.

His fingers continued south down her frame to where her mound curved down to her pussy proper. As she'd mentioned, she'd left a rather meager triangle of dark curls above her tender flesh. Still, he appreciated the manicured shape. A completely smooth pussy reminded him of his earliest sexual experiences in his teens -- a rather awkward and embarrassing time for him -- as well as just how many years now separated him from that period. He preferred the adulthood that Larissa's cropped bush implied.

Simon concluded by brushing his fingers against hers as she touched herself. "No, don't move your hand away," he instructed, temporarily ceasing his oral attention to her breast. "Show me how you like to touch yourself. Show me how you make yourself cum."

 

[grdybiwife]

"Sex will arrive in due time," he replied. "For now, I'd like to get to know you better."

Larissa was certain she'd heard him correctly, but in her lusty haze she thought perhaps something got lost between her ears and brain when she felt his mouth on her breast and his surprisingly soft hand drifting down her torso. Her back arched reflexively, knees buckled slightly from the dual sensation and a pleasant whimper escaped as his tongued flicked against her nipple.

At 24, Larissa wasn't used to such attention. She'd lost her virginity prom night to her comparably awkward high school sweetheart who promptly dumped her after graduation with no sex in between. By the time she got to college she couldn't bring herself to engage in the random hook-up culture. Sure, she dated but potential sex partners were few and far between until she allowed herself to party every now and then. It broadened her social horizon and she found that her quiet nerdiness was easily embraced in the right crowd. Unfortunately, this crowd wasn't the most sexually adept leaving her to believe that sex was supposed to be as awkward as it was fulfilling. And frantic. There was no "in due time" in her experience and Larissa was certain she'd been missing out. It occurred to her then, as she stood naked presenting herself to this man she barely knew, that this arrangement could have more benefits than initially presented.

"No, don't move your hand away," he instructed, temporarily ceasing his oral attention to her breast. "Show me how you like to touch yourself. Show me how you make yourself cum."

She hadn't even realized she'd been gently stroking her clit until she felt his fingers brush against hers and she giggled a little at his instruction. "Well, Mr. Idris, I wouldn't be standing," she said with a nervous glance around the room. She doubted this particular man would appreciate her ass prints on his impeccable hardwood furniture, nor did she think he would appreciate her sprawled out on the floor. "Even in the shower I have to sit down," she admitted as she turned towards the bed.

It was only a few feet away, probably five steps from where she stood but Larissa wasn't a woman who wore heels regularly, let alone the four inch stilettos she wore at the moment. 'Don't fall...don't fall...' was her mantra as she took tentative steps on the plush carpet. She could feel Mr. Idris' intense gaze on her back as she moved and hoped that he found her measured steps endearing. When she got to the safety of the bed, Larissa started to toe off her shoes but decided against it. If he wanted them off, he probably would have removed them at the start so she kept them on as she crawled up to the center of the bed though she was careful to let her feet dangle over the edge as she moved to lay on her back.

"Mmmmm these are nice," she moaned absently as she slid her body along the cool fabric. Larissa shift her eyes to Mr. Idris as she brought her feet together and allowed her knees to drop off to the side. "I have a few toys," she muttered as she slipped her hands down between her spread thighs and gently parted her lips. "I haven't had many partners but I'm no stranger to self-love," she offered with a gasp as ran the first two fingers over her clit while she used her left hand to spread her lips.

With light pressure, Larissa worked her fingers in a circular motion around her clit until her hips began to buck subtly against the bed. She then brought her left hand to her mouth and gave two fingers a sloppy suck before sliding them into her already slick pussy. "Do you have a towel, sir? This might get messy," she moaned as she began fingering herself in earnest.

 

[saedo]

Simon allowed Larissa to reposition herself on the bed. In time, he'd see that she found pleasure in more than horizontal positions. But for now, he'd let her take a prone position.

"Do you have a towel, sir? This might get messy. "

Simon grinned. "Kind of you to think of keeping things tidy," he replied. "You'll find that nearly everything in this room is either washable or waterproof for easy clean-up. Be as messy as you like."

Simon watched as she began to finger herself with increasing fervor. Any reluctance she might have had to masturbating in front of him faded quickly. Her breathing intensified and she began to vocalize her arousal as well.

Simon watched her efforts closely. Though his experience made him more skilled than some in the art of pleasuring a woman, most of his conquests had individual preferences. He'd found a useful jumping-off point for learning how best to sexually stimulate a new partner was seeing how she preferred to stimulate herself.

When he judged her arousal nearing its peak, he placed his hand over hers. "Good," he murmured. "Now show me." He slid his index finger alongside hers inside her. Her love canal was tight against their combined digits, but the abundance of slick fluid helped smooth his entry. "Show me how to make you cum."

 

[grdybiwife]

This wasn't the first time Larissa had put on a show for a man. Her first college boyfriend did a semester abroad and it didn't take much coaxing on his part to get her to show a little skin on their nightly video chats. After the first time, he ordered her a toy that was still her favorite almost five years later. At the time she thought the excitement she felt came from sharing the experience with someone she cared about, now she wasn't so sure.

Simon Idris, no matter how handsome, how charming, was still a stranger. No matter how attractive he was Larissa wouldn't say she was attracted to him. It took a little more than a nice smile and confident demeanor for anybody to get her attention but here she was rocking her own world for the approval of a man she only met a week ago.

Maybe it was the sheets or the unpredictable hormonal fluctuations of pregnancy, Larissa couldn't be sure. And it wasn't like she pretended to be alone. With her eyes closed, she was acutely aware of his intense gaze, could hear the shuffle of fabric as he moved to the bed.

"Good," she heard him say and Larissa struggled to focus her eyes on him as she felt his hand press against hers. There was a moment when she thought he might take over but then she felt his finger slip in alongside her and let out a shuddered whimper. "Now show me. Show me how to make you cum."

"Just like that," she whimpered as her hips raised slightly off the bed, adjusting the angle of his entry. "Maybe add another," she gasped as her hips began to rock up and back against their fingers. "I like the stretch," she added with a little grin, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth to keep her moans quiet. "A little harder...ohhhhh yes...just like that...just like that," she muttered, her back arched and head pressed back into the mattress as she reached down to grab his wrist making his hand a dildo.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was her panting breath and the slap of skin on skin. There was an occasion creak of the mattress but for the most part, Larissa provided the soundtrack for their first rendezvous and it only served to heighten her pleasure. The sounds, along with the aroma of her sex in the air, and the presence of the domineering man threatened to send her over the edge.

"Mmmmmm fuck Mr. Idris...I'm gonna...," she said as she pressed her heels into the foot board. Larissa released his wrist to focus her attention back on her clit as she moved closer and closer to the edge. Just before she came, Larissa flung open her eyes to look a him. The almost devious smirk on his face. The intensity in his icy blue eyes. It was then she realized that he was still fully dressed and her eyes widened as her mouth fell open. "Oh God I'm sorry," she muttered just before she came, squirting a torrent of pussy juices up her arm. And his.

 

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Simon found the addition of his second finger alongside Larissa's one made her tender passage quite cramped. But her physical reaction confirmed her words: she did like it. He soon felt steady drops of warm fluid trail down his hand as her dampness increased.

He used this time to explore her pussy with his fingertips. With Larissa's verbal guidance and bodily reactions, he began to zero in on just what touches she most enjoyed. A slight circular motion with his fingertip here, a bit more pressure there. Soon Larissa was communicating almost exclusively in moans.

Still, he was still caught slightly unawares when she did come. Her climax came on fast. The muscles of her abdomen bunched under her skin as they trembled and undulated. Her body briefly lifted off the mattress as her pleasure exploded out of her.

Pleasure and a surge of her juices, actually. That was definitely new. He'd had some lovers who got rather damp when aroused, but Larissa managed to soak his shirt and jacket two thirds of way to his elbow.

He waited for her orgasm to taper off before moving his hand again. Simon withdrew gingerly from her tight canal. Given the energetic climax, he expected she might need a brief respite.

"Don't worry about the suit," he advised with a warm chuckle. "I told you nearly everything in here was washable. That includes my own clothes. And me, for that matter."

Simon removed his jacket and shirt while Larissa rested. Since both were clearly in need of laundering, he just left them in a heap. He then removed his shoes and socks as well before stepping closer to the head of the bed.

" Perhaps you would be so kind as to help me with my pants," he suggested. For some reason, he'd always found it rather arousing to have a woman unbuckle his belt.

 

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"Don't worry about the suit," he advised with a warm chuckle. "I told you nearly everything in here was washable. That includes my own clothes. And me, for that matter."

Larissa was slightly taken aback by his smile. Warm and open, it seemed completely at odds with what she had come to know of Mr. Idris. Even the little joke at the end seemed out of character but then again they hadn't had a real conversation since that first meeting. All she really knew about him came from Karen and so far she hadn't been let down.

Then he started to undress and Larissa let out a quiet moan of approval as she trailed him around the room with just her eye. And as he made his way over to the bed, she kicked off her shoes, not wanting to mess up the sheets as she adjusted her position to lay on her side.

" Perhaps you would be so kind as to help me with my pants," he suggested and Larissa made her way onto her knees.

She reached out to touch his soft but substantial shoulders, but stopped short with a nervous smirk before moving her hands down to his belt. Larissa sat back on her heels as she delicately unlatched the supple leather, then shift her eyes up to his a moment as she moved to the closure of his slacks. "The moment of truth," she muttered as she pull down his zipper, all but expecting to find a pair of tighty whiteys. Instead she found a pair of snug boxer briefs wrapped around an impressive package.

"I have to admit...I've been curious" she said with a smile that might have been bashful had she not pause to wet her lips. "Karen...she's very descriptive, but you don't care about that," she said with a breathy chuckle as she sat on the edge of her bed, situated her thighs on either side of his.

"Should I take them off sir," she asked, hands already at his waistband as she looked up at him.

 

[saedo]

I have to admit...I've been curious. Karen...she's very descriptive, but you don't care about that,"

Simon smiled gently. "Actually, I suggested she do so, though I give credit to the first of my tenants for the original idea. That came about more by happenstance, but I so enjoyed the experience that it seemed a shame not to repeat it. She suggested that I allow her to find me a successor rather than do so on my own. She thought she would have more success finding a suitable candidate than I would alone. " He shrugged. "She did, and she's been proven right ever since. That's why Karen was the one who first spoke to you."

"As for her . . . 'descriptive' information . . . another suggestion from those early days. I thought it might seem gauche to be so explicit, but one of you advised that it was best to provide such detail at the outset so that a prospective tenant could make an informed decision. I'm told that more than once a prospective candidate balked after receiving such information. I trust that Karen's efforts were sufficiently informative on that score."

Simon allowed Larissa to stare a while longer at the hefty bulge in his briefs. While he favored some silk and satin in female lingerie, his own underwear was merely black cotton. He just preferred the feel.

Her eyes suggested more interest than anxiety, but he was mostly guessing. He didn't know Larissa well enough to accurately guage her nonverbal expressions. But the only way to know for sure was the full reveal. When she looked to him for permission to remove his briefs, he nodded.

Larissa's fingers hooked into his waistband and pulled the briefs off his hips and down his thighs. His penis and scrotum gradually spilled into view, along with a modicum of hair. Like that atop his head, there was a paleness that suggested more gray than blond. The perils of age.

Simon had been persuaded that letting things "grow wild" down there looked unkempt, so he kept the area trimmed. He'd once tried shaving his genitals, but found the process long and tedious given how much flesh there was to cover.

As he expected Karen had described, he was very well endowed. Immensely, to be more accurate. His flaccid cock dangled much of the distance to his knees. Even soft, its thickness made it seem stocky, like a slightly pink fire hydrant.

He was purposely holding back his arousal. Watching Larissa moan and quiver at his touch has been quite stimulating, but he preferred to keep his libido in check during these first encounters. His fully erect phallus could seem very aggressive, so he kept the mental brakes on his lust.

They always stared. It was only natural. He waited patiently until he was thought she might be listening again. "Why don't you touch it?" he suggested. "It might be big and maybe a little scary, but it definitely doesn't bite."