Three Green Street by mobile lust
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Once again ideas have been rattling through my brain, I hope you enjoy, please, please comment, I will take it constructively! , My name is Sophie, I am 21 years old and have just finished my final year in university with a first class honours degree in mathematics. I must confess I am rather a plain Jane, I am of average height, slim build, straight long brown hair, small breasts and still a virgin. My uni friends call me a swot, I was extremely focussed on my studies and somewhat behind in the sex department.
I have been fortunate to have been offered a very good job in the city and was in the process of finding somewhere to live. I responded to a private advert offering board and lodgings in one of the nicer areas of town, the tube station was five minutes walk away and the rent quoted seemed affordable so I telephoned making an appointment to see a Miss Jackson at 3 Green Street the next day.
Having located the address pretty easily I ring the bell and it is answered by a very attractive middle aged lady in a pretty cotton summer dress. I introduce myself and she warmly welcomes me into her home. She explains she is single and wanting to rent a room to help with the mortgage and is looking for a single lady but makes it quite clear she frowns upon gentleman callers. I hastily explain that I am very serious about my new job and that I have no interest in boys at the present time as my career is more important to me. She has a dog a beautiful golden retriever called Rory, I fuss him and scratch his ears, she says she’s more than happy if I want to take him for walks some days when I am around.
She shows me around the ground floor of the house, the rooms are beautifully decorated in a modern style with up to the minute furniture. There is a large lounge, a dining room and a high tech kitchen with an attractive conservatory behind opening onto a very private and leafy garden with a hot tub! I compliment her on her home feeling very excited that I have found such an attractive place to live. She then directs me to the stairs and follows me up to the first floor.
Up on the landing there are three bedrooms and a bathroom. The first bedroom she explains is used as an office type area and that I was welcome to use the computer and printer should I need to, I thank her and explain that I have a laptop but on occasion the use of the printer would be very gratefully needed. The next room is the one available for rent, it is a large double room with a king-size bed, plenty of wardrobe space, two bedside cabinets and a small sofa. It is a nicely furnished room and well worth the rent being charged. The next room she explains is her own and we pass by it. The final room is the bathroom, it has been renovated as a wet room and has been tiled on the floor and walls with a drain in the middle of the room. There is a large sink, toilet, bidet and a large shower area with a clear glass screen on the far wall just to protect the toilet, sink and bidet from splashes. Again it is a very luxurious looking room and I secretly congratulate myself on finding such a bargain place to live.
We return downstairs, I show her my references, pay my deposit of two months with a month’s rent in advance, she again reiterates her no men rule and I happily agree. We arrange that I will move in the following weekend and she gives me my keys, she explains she will be away that weekend but tells me this will give me time to settle in and get my bearings. I thank her for her time and look forward to seeing her soon and leave.
I am so excited I cannot wait for the weekend to arrive, Friday cannot come soon enough. On Saturday morning I pack up the car with my clothes and belongings, there doesn’t seem much but I have never been a one for lots of clothes having promised myself a shopping spree when I get my first salary. I have no need to bring bedding as Miss Jackson has explained this is all provided. I say goodbye to my parents and make the two hour journey to London arriving at 3 Green Street just before lunchtime.
I spend the whole afternoon unloading the car and putting all my possessions in my room taking my time to set my room out how I want. By the early evening I am suddenly realising I am quite hungry so decided to shower and investigate the kitchen. I strip off and put on my bathrobe which my darling Mum has managed to shrink, it is now rather short and I have to pull the belt tight to cover myself, I make a mental note to add this to my shopping list.
I step out onto the landing and walk along to the bathroom and step inside pushing the door to, as I walk further into the room the door swings back open. I turn to close it again and realise the catch is broken and there is no lock on the door, it can’t be helped, anyway there was no-one else there and it would be just females so I didn’t worry about it. I shrugged off my robe and stepped under the shower enjoying the powerful jets of water pummelling my tired body; I washed my hair and soaped myself clean, turn off the water and dry myself.
The house is very warm so I put on my new silky pyjamas Mum has bought me and wander downstairs to the kitchen. Miss Jackson has left a note on the kitchen top welcoming me and directing me to a lasagne she has left in the fridge for me to heat up to eat and also asking me to feed Rory which I do. I polish the meal off with relish, wash up what I’ve used and put the items away returning to my room. I push the door to and realise that the door catch is also broken like the bathroom door, I am a little perturbed but shrug it off and give it no more thought.
I slip between the cool silky sheets and soon drop off to sleep; at some point during the night I have obviously gotten hot as when I wake in the morning the sheets have been thrown to one side. It is a lovely sunny day so I dress and decide to take Rory for a walk and get my bearings and return to the house later in the afternoon.
Miss Jackson has returned from her weekend and is in the conservatory with a lady, she introduces me to her close friend Elaine. I politely shake hands as she looks me up and down saying what a pretty young lodger her friend has found and I mumble my excuses and disappear to my room. I am still rather tired so I clean my teeth, change into my pyjamas and get onto the bed, it is still very hot so I do not bother to cover myself.
At some point during the night I am awoken by a noise and lay very still to listen. I can hear moaning coming from Miss Jackson’s room the noise gets a little louder and then stops, I put it down to her dreaming and drop back to sleep. I wake early, it is my first day in my new job, I jump out of bed grabbing my towel and dash along the landing for a shower. As I am showering I am certain I hear voices but assume it is a radio somewhere in the house and continue lathering my body; I suddenly stop as I feel I am being watched and turn around to look at the door just as Miss Jackson disappears. Again I shrug my shoulders and finish my ablutions as I do not want to be late for work and return to my room to get dressed. As I walk along the landing to leave, I pass the open bathroom door and look in, Miss Jackson is in the shower and I am transfixed for a brief moment then I avert my eyes and scurry dwnstairs.