Capítulo 36: Chapter 36: Tenant!
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But after select comments, encouraging her to experiment, her choices started to get interesting.
Even more interesting was her face, a delicious contradiction of panic, shame, excitement, and arousal, the mixture getting stronger inversely with the amount of skin that was covered by her dress.
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Soon, she came to the end of the pile she selected, the ones she chose creating a smaller, yet still sizeable, pile, and during that, I picked some new clothes for myself as well, jeans and a light colored shirt.
"They are so beautiful," she murmured in excitement as she looked at the carefully packaged dresses, her imagination running wild.
"They are only beautiful on you, Narcissa," I said as I wrapped my arms around her waist, placing a soft, lingering kiss on her neck, enjoying the way she melted on my arms, halfway there due to all the excitement she built up by trying on an increasingly revealing set of clothes. I passed a dress to her and whispered.
"Why don't you try this one as well?"
"Of course," she answered, and walked to the dressing room before even checking the dress.
I watched behind, waiting for her to close the door, fully intending to follow her as soon as I made sure the assistant wasn't around.
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It was a weird feeling to look at the new place that was going to be my home for the next year.
It was a nice, two-story building, one that would be an achievement to own as a fresh college graduate, even to rent.
Unfortunately, it was only the basement I was able to afford. Sad, but not unexpected.
After all, I had chosen my major in visual arts, focusing on photography, willfully ignoring the fact that it was almost impossible to get a well-paying job, or even a job, after graduation.
I believed that I had the ability to burst through the unbreakable ceiling, working with the best magazines, spending my nights with models who were desperately trying to get a photo shoot with me…
The reality didn't agree with my generous plans.
There were no cushy jobs in top magazines, nor models desperately begging, willing to do anything for a favor, and the student loans were crushing.
The only luck I had was to find a freelance gig for an online shopping site, and even for that, the pay dwindled into nothing after I subtracted the pay for the models and the rent for the studio.
Which was why I was standing in front of this house. I was lucky enough to come across the ad a few days ago, where I was desperately looking for an affordable place to stay, since I had to leave the dorm.
The basement was amazing, completely lacking windows, but with a tall enough ceiling that I could leverage it as a makeshift studio until I could make some money, freeing me from one of the biggest costs, renting a studio for each photo shoot.
The landlady wasn't intending to rent it to a male, but a bit of playing the good boy, together with the offer to pay the first three months in advance was enough to change her mind.
I even managed to stop myself from flirting with her, which was a veritable challenge. The landlady was a drop-dead gorgeous lady in her early thirties, one of the best bonuses of the place.
I pressed the doorbell, and the door opened after a small delay, and the landlady stood on the other side, dressed in comfortable looking, but very conservative, sweatpants.
"Stephen, welcome to your new residence," she said in a kind, welcoming voice, inviting me inside with a gesture, though it wasn't hard to catch an underlying reticence in her tone.
I wasn't really surprised to sense the reservation in her tone. She had mentioned to me that her husband died a few years ago, and she was living with her daughters.
It made sense that she was feeling stressed about a stranger about to reside in their house.
Still, she was lucky, as the safety and happiness of the children were sacrosanct to me.
I would do my best to protect and assist them. Unfortunately for her, the same protection didn't extend to sexy, voluptuous widows.
I followed her to the living room, my eyes were firmly on her bottom, watching as it shifted enticingly despite her loose pants.
I spend a bit of time imagining the treasures that lay underneath, and how long it would take to convince her to reveal those treasures to my eyes.
I opened my mouth to ask for whether the basement was ready for me to move in, but only a strangled gasp left my mouth.
I wasn't proud of the noise that I made, but I had a good reason for it.
I wasn't expecting for a young woman to walk down the stairs, clad only in her underwear, no matter how conservative, and a pair of fluffy rabbit slippers, her eyes half-closed lazily.
Curious, my landlady followed my gaze and looked upstairs, only to start shouting. "Nancy, what the hell are you doing! I told you that we are going to have a guest!"
Nancy's eyes popped open, and a strangled gasp left her mouth. "Mom!" she shouted, the mortification clear in her tone before turning and dashing through the stairs.
I knew that it was wrong to look, but knowing it's wrongness and actually refraining from watching as she climbed up the stairs were two different things, so I stayed focused on the lithe body that bounced the stairs.
I was lucky that my landlady was busy watching her disappear instead of looking towards me. I didn't think that she would have taken well that I was watching her daughter run away.
"I'm so sorry for embarrassing you," she said as she turned towards me, reading the reason for my redness wrong.
"It's my fault, I should have reminded her that you were going to arrive today. My oldest is a bit absentminded."
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