The Small Ad

by Samantha Michelle Davies

Part 1

  

The small ad in the 'Evening Standard' read "Bed-Sit to let. Single Males only. Non-Smoker & No B.O or Smelly Feet. Negotiate your own Rent. "

I was intrigued. I read it so many times during my journey home on the tube I lost count of where I was. I was brought back to reality by the train reaching the end of the line, Cockfosters. I always wondered who or what was Cockfosters when I passed through the station every day.

The steady winter drizzle that greeted me as I left the station on my 10-minute walk to my humble abode did not dampen my interest.

Home for me was a bed-sit in Mrs. Johns house at 27a Dumfries Avenue, Cockfosters, London. My room was at most 10ft square but I did not have much in the way of belongings. My job as an articled solicitors clerk did not pay very well so, there was not much left at the end of the month do spend on luxuries. Most months, there was almost nothing to spare. What little there was I spent on satisfying my inner self.

I could not get the advertisement out of my mind whilst I ate the tea produced by Mrs. Johns. She noticed that I was miles away.

"Simon, You are miles away tonight. Is there something wrong"

This brought me back to reality.

"Oh." I stuttered and said the first thing that came into my mind "Its nothing really. I saw a very pretty young lady being mugged outside Bank Station tonight. I was wondering if she was ok."

"Why Simon that's very commendable of you for taking such a keen interest" she replied.

"It was unfortunate that I was so far away otherwise I would have helped her out" I sighed.

Mrs Johns, treated me like the son she never had. I was only lodging here as a favor to my mother who was an old school chum of hers. I had been here for a year so I felt that any debt was paid and I had started looking for somewhere else to live but I was always defeated when I discovered the rents being charged. Over a delicious Home-made Rhubarb Crumble I decided that I would call the number in the advert. I hoped that the room had not already been taken.

After the tea things had been cleared up I went to my room and pretended to write a letter. After about 10 minutes, I came down, put my coat on and called out to Mrs. Johns to say, "I'm popping out to post a letter. I will not be long. Bye"

I walked down the Avenue to its junction with the main road. There was a post box there. Just over the road stood a pay phone. I hoped that the vandals had not put it out of action for once. I stepped up to the phone and lifted the receiver. I heard the comforting sound of the dial tone.

I dug the paper out of my pocked and looked yet again at the number. I had remembered it correctly. I put my 50p coin in the slot and dialed the number. It rang.

After two rings it was answered.

"Hello Can I help you?" came a pleasantly soft woman's voice.

"Hello. I'm ringing about the advert in tonight's paper. Has the room been let yet?"

"Thank you for calling. No the room has not been let yet. Are you interested?" she inquired.

"Yes…I am interested" I stuttered.

"You don't sound very confident?" she calmly probed.

"I am just surprised that the room has not already gone. Most of the rooms I try to rent are gone by the time I call or are much to expensive"

"I have not let the room because I am very particular about who I let it too. I have to meet the people first and then I make up my mind. I do not rush into anything like this"

"I'm relieved" I replied.

"So, Have I put you off meeting me?"

"No I haven't been put off" I replied as I got more confident.

"Can you meet me a Pixie Pizza in Cannon Street tomorrow at 1:30 pm?" she asked.

"Yes I can be there. Won't you be meeting others at the same time?" I queried.

"I told you that I will be meeting others but at time I'm only meeting you," she answered.

"How will I know you?" I asked.

"Oh don't worry about that," she said. "I will know you"

"Ok, I look forward to seeing you then" I said with a little bit of hope.

"Yes I look forward to seeing you then. Oh and by the way, you have a nice voice" she said and hung up the phone.

I replaced the receiver and walked back to Mrs. Johns in a bit of a daze. I could not understand why on earth any woman would say that about my voice to a complete stranger.

I hardly slept that night and my work suffered the following morning. My lack of concentration caused a certain amount of humor with the other clerks in the office. I was the quiet studious one. You may have seen me but there again you may not. I am the sort of nondescript person who disappears easily in a crowd.

I made sure that the others covered for me over lunch. This was not a problem as I regularly did the same for them especially on Fridays and the end of the month. They did not do much work on those days after their long lunches down the pub. I never went with them, as I hated the heavy smoky atmosphere.

At 1:15 I left the office and headed past the Monument towards Cannon St. I arrived bang on 1:30. I am always punctual for meetings. I stopped momentarily outside the door and peered inside. I could not readily identify anyone who fit the picture of the person I was going to meet in my mind.

I took a deep breath and opened the door and went in. I looked around again and no one of the fifty or so persons in the restaurant caught my eye. Perhaps she was late. No matter I thought, I will order some food and maybe she will be here in a minute.

I had just told the order taker that I would like a 'Small Pepperoni and a small Coke' when I felt a hand being place on my shoulder and the voice that I had heard on the phone last night say 'Better make that a Medium Supreme and Two Diet Cokes. We will be sitting over by the window'. The hand disappeared before I could react. The order taker looked at me for confirmation. I nodded and paid for the meal. That done, I turned to follow voice to the table by the window.

As soon as I saw the owner of the voice I just stopped in my tracks. It was the young lady who I had seen being mugged at Bank the previous day. I double-checked. Yes it was the same lady. I sat down at the table. She offered me her hand and said smiling "Hello. I'm Barbara. Thank you for being here in time. I so hate people who are late for appointments"

"Hello Barbara. I'm Simon," I said getting some composure back.

"Pleased to meet you Simon"

"Barbara. I think I saw you yesterday outside Bank."

She blushed.

"Oh Dear. That was an unfortunate incident but I was not really hurt" she said very quietly.

"I'm glad you weren't hurt. It looked quite nasty."

"Thank you for your concern. I am ok now," she said closing the subject.

The Pizza arrived and we started eating and the conversation turned to the subject of the room she had for let.

"About the room" I began wanting to change the subject.

"Yes. That is what we came here to discuss," She said as she drew out some photos of a bedroom.

"These are the pictures of the bed-sit that I had done when I decided to get a lodger"

I looked at them. The room seemed huge. The kitchen and bathroom were small but adequately fitted out.

"These look fine. It is a lot better that where I live at the moment. I am definitely interested in the room," I said being positive.

"That's good." She said.

"How much are you looking to let it for?" I enquired.

"My advert said negotiate your own rent. So negotiate."

"I can't afford very much. I will be honest with you, this is what I pay my current landlady and this includes an evening meal five nights a week" I said as I wrote a figure down on a napkin.

She took a look at and shook her head.

"I was hoping to get more than that," she said.

My hopes disappeared out the door in that instant.

"But." She paused before continuing, "I think this will do"

She crossed out the figure I had written and wrote a smaller figure on the napkin.

"After all, you have to feed yourself don't you!" she commented.

I was stunned. She was offering me the room!

"Don't sit there say something!"

"Yes"

"Is that Yes, you want to say something or Yes you want the room" she asked obviously enjoying my torment.

"Yes to both. Thank you very much," I spluttered. I grabbed my drink and took a long swig. I felt a bit more in command of myself now.

"Good. I am glad you accepted"

There was a very warming smile of her face now.

"When can I move in?" I asked.

"Tonight if you want but it is probably better if you do it at the weekend" She said as she wrote the address down on a napkin. She added the phone number but I already had that.

"Here is a key. I get my hair done on Saturday Afternoons"

"I look forward to seeing to then," She said as she stood up, smiled sweetly at me and suddenly she was gone.

I sat in bewilderment at what had just taken place. I could not believe my luck or was I dreaming. I pulled the napkin out of my jacket pocket. Yes it was there and there was an address on it. Maybe I wasn't dreaming after all. I finished the pizza and walked back to the office with a feeling of anticipation.

That afternoon went by but I don't remember much of what went on such was the daze that I was in. Twice, my boss, a short mealy mouthed man name Tim Harrington noticed that I was not paying proper attention. One of the other clerks came to my rescue by saying.

"Leave the poor boy alone. We think he may have a girlfriend and be in love. I saw him chatting up a girl at lunchtime!"

I went a very bright shade of red but the intervention saved my bacon that day as it not look good for Tim to reprimand me in front of my colleagues for something so minor.

On the Journey home I prepared myself for breaking the news to Mrs. Johns of my impending departure. I need not have worried about that. All she said was.

"That's good news Simon. You should be getting your own place. You need to be able to do your own thing without having some old fuddy-duddy grandmother watching over you"

When I heard that I was relieved but a bit concerned that she might have been looking through my things but I put it out of my mind and concentrated on getting things ready to move on Saturday.

I somehow got through the rest of the week with no further embarrassing moments at work. I kept a lookout for my new landlady around the City (to no avail) and I checked the evening paper every day to see if the advert had been run again. I breathed a sigh of relief when Friday evening came around at last. There had been no repetition of the small ad in the paper.

I managed to pack everything I possessed into three largish suitcases. I said my goodbyes and prepared to leave by bed-sit in Cockfosters for the last time. I ordered a taxi to take me the approx. 10 miles over to South Tottenham. As I put my worldly goods into the Taxi, Mrs. Johns gave me a package.

"It's only a few weeks to Christmas. Here is your present. I hope you enjoy it."

She kissed me lightly on the cheek and that was that. My residence at her house was over. My departure had gone much more smoothly that I had thought.

During the journey to my new home my thoughts turned to the future. In six months I would take my final exams and would with any luck be qualified and at last able to have some money to spend. I hoped that my present company would offer me a position but I felt sure that I would get one of the two that they offered those clerks who qualified every year. Then I thought about my new landlady. Just what was she like? I didn't really know much but what I did know was that I felt at ease when I spoke to her but this was not abnormal in the slightest. I had always felt more at east in the company of women once the 'ice' was broken so to speak. I found it impossible to be bold enough to ask a girl out for a date if I didn't know her already.

The arrival of the Taxi at my new home stopped my daydreaming in its tracks. The driver helped me unload the cases and put them outside the front door. I tipped him well blowing my food budget for the next few days. The cab drove off and I put the key into the lock to open the front door. Before I could turn the key in the lock the door opened and out she stepped. She was wearing a coat so I assumed that she was on her way out.

"Hello Simon. I see you have made it then." She said cheerily.

"Hello Barbara. Yes, I have made it including the kitchen sink" I said trying to be funny.

"You don't heed one of those. I have more than one here already" she said laughing.

I felt a bit more at ease now. We got the suitcases into my bed-sit and she left for wherever it was she was going. I looked at the room. It was much larger than my previous room. There was plenty of wardrobe space, a large double bed a dressing table and enough room left for a two seater-couch and a small table with two chairs. The room had a faintly feminine feel to the décor with lace doilies on the dressing table and one or two other touches that combined to make a very pleasant place. The large bay window looked out onto the back garden that was pretty unkempt like many of the others I could see in neighboring gardens.

I spent the rest of the all too brief winter daylight hours putting things away and getting settled in. I looked at the kitchen and decided that even if it looked pretty clean I would give it a thorough going over before I made proper use of it.

Once I was settled, I went out to explore the area. There was a pretty decent supermarket in nearby Stamford Hill so I did some shopping. I happened to arrive back at my new home just at the same time as Barbara returned from her hairdressers.

She saw the shopping and said

"I hope you were not planning of cooking yourself tonight. I had rather hoped that you would eat with me so that we could get to know each other a little better. Please Say Yes otherwise your landlady would get annoyed any you wouldn't want to let that happen on your first day now would you?"

I could tell that I was being subjected to a little arm-twisting.

"Yes of course I would be delighted to accept Barbara. What time would you like me to come down?"

She smiled

"About 7:30. And it's Babs not Barbara"

"Ok Babs. Can I bring anything?"

"Not this time Simon besides, you don't know what I drink!" she said with a wry smile and left me catching flies with my open, gaping mouth.

Promptly at 7:30pm I went downstairs to eat with Babs. There were some nice smells wafting up from her kitchen so I could tell that I was likely to be in for a little treat. I stuck my head round the door to the kitchen. She was busy but saw me.

"Don't come in here. Go into the lounge and get yourself a drink. I will be through in a minute"

I turned and went into the lounge. This was really feminine. There were lots of little toy animals dotted around the room and an obviously well loved Teddy Bear sitting proudly in the chair next to the fireplace where a real fire was burning.

I saw the bar where there was already a drink prepared. This must be for Babs I thought. Due to my hatred of cigarette smoke I had never been one for going to pubs on a regular basis except in the summer where weather permitting, you could stay outside rather than going into the bars so I was not a drinker or much of an expert on drinks. I looked and saw a half full bottle of Gin. There was also tonic so I fixed myself a very weak G&T and sat down to await my hostess.

I did not have long to wait. Babs came into the room rapidly taking off the apron she had been wearing in the kitchen. She took a fairly large sip from her drink and sat down in the chair after carefully moving the Teddy.

I got my first real look at her when she was not wearing a coat. She was pretty in a strange kind of way. She was dressed simply in a knee length plain skirt and a green top. This colour complimented her nearly shoulder length ginger hair and striking green eyes. A simple pair of low-heeled shoes finished off her outfit. Plain but nice especially as she was only going to show it all off to me.

We chatted about how I was settling in and other inane things until a buzzer sounded in the Kitchen. She got up.

"Take these through into the Dining Room," she said indicating the drinks.

I took the drinks into the dining room where the table was laid for dinner. A few candles lighted the room just as if two lovers were having an intimate meal rather than a landlady and her new tenant. It felt strange but oddly relaxing. Was I about to be seduced by a ravishing ginger haired man-eater? I would never be so lucky…

Over dinner she got me doing all the talking. She said very little except for asking me further questions. Over coffee, she asked

"What do you want out of life Simon? What do you want to achieve?"

"I don't really know Babs. I have not given it much thought I suppose," I answered.

"So you could be in the wrong Job and Career then?" she continued

"I have never given it much thought. My father was in the Law and it was always assumed that I would follow him. It's not as if I don't like the work but it is pretty boring most of the time" I replied in a slightly melancholic way.

"I think you will give it some consideration from now on. I will tell you why I asked that question. Some years ago, I was much like you. School, University and then a Career. Then someone asked me the same questions that I just asked you. I thought about it and decided what I was doing was all wrong. So, I took some time and changed direction completely. I am now much happier and I feel that I am in control of my life for the first time since I was born"

She paused.

"This 'Seeing the Light' did not happen overnight but over a couple of years or so" From what you have said tonight, you could benefit from asking yourself those questions. If you decide to continue doing what you are doing, then it will be your decision and yours only but don't do anything until you have completed your articles"

I relaxed and decided to bring some levity into the situation. "Certainly oh wise one!"

I got a kick in the shins under that table for that but I saw from her expression she was kidding as well.

I offered to wash the dishes in return for giving me dinner and making me so welcome.

"Not this time Simon. Maybe next time" she calmly replied.

I thought 'there will be a next time'.

"Thanks for a lovely meal and I really did have a good time tonight"

With that we said out goodnights and I went to bed. As I lay there I realised that she now knew lots about me but I still knew virtually nothing about her. I drifted off into sleep fantasizing about her.

I woke the next morning suffering from a bit of a hangover. I had not drunk much by some peoples standard but by mine, I was well over the top so, it was with a bit of a fragile head that I went out to get some air and purchase a Sunday Newspaper.

I was gone for over an hour. When I returned, there was no sign of Babs so I went upstairs and after getting myself a cup of coffee, I settled down to read the paper. I must have fallen asleep, as it was getting dark when I woke up with a bit of a start. I had heard a noise. I got up out of the chair and opened the door to my room. I looked downstairs and there was Babs coming the front door wearing a full set if motorcycle leathers and carrying a crash helmet in her hand. I wondered if riding a bike was the change she had talked about last night.

"Afternoon sleepy head" she called up at me.

I replied a bit indignantly "I've been up for hours. I even went out to get a paper"

"And then came back and promptly fell asleep again! I could hear the snores through the door"

"I don't snore!" I called back.

"Huh! All men snore. Ask any woman." She said laughing.

With that she walked out of my sight into the kitchen. I returned to reading the paper. I fixed myself something to eat and then tried to do some work in preparation for my next set of exams. Soon it was 10:00pm so I called it a day and went to bed. I realised that Babs had not asked for any rent money from me nor had I signed a lease or other agreement relating to the bed-sit. I resolved to sort that out the next day.

One of the jobs I regularly had to do was perform searches of deeds etc at the Land Registry. Monday was the day I normally did job for the Law firm that I worked for. The rest of the week was shared between the other clerks. I took the opportunity to lookup my new home and see if there was anything unusual about it.

Most of the history was pretty conventional apart from the last transaction. Babs had apparently bought the place 18 months earlier. What was strange was that there was no mortgage on the property. She owned it outright. How could she in her mid twenties afford to but a place like that for cash? Where was certainly more to her that I would have thought.

That night I knocked on her door. There was a light on in the lounge but there was no answer. I went back upstairs, wrote a note and put £200 with into an envelope and pushed it under her door. There was no sign of her being at home before I went to bed.

I awoke the next morning to find that my letter complete with the money had been pushed under my door. On the outside were the words "We'll talk about this at the weekend"

I never caught site of her during the rest of the week so it was indeed the weekend before our paths crossed again. It was now just over a week before Christmas and I wanted to get this sorted out before I went back to my parent's home for the holidays.

On the Saturday morning I waited until I heard her in the kitchen. I gave it a while longer and went down carrying the rent money and knocked on the door to the kitchen.

"Come in Simon" she called out.

I opened the door and she was setting the table for breakfast. There were two places being laid.

"Oh I'm sorry. I'll leave and we can do this later if you are expecting someone" I said slightly surprised.

"I am expecting someone. That someone is you!" she smiled at me as she finished her task.

"I didn't expect to be invited for Breakfast" I said still astonished by what was going on.

"I wrote on the envelope that we would sort the money thing out at the weekend. Well it's the weekend so don't be silly, sit down and help yourself." She turned away and fetched the pot of freshly brewed coffee over to the table.

Being a so-called gentleman, I waited until she had sat down before I started to help myself. She noticed this and nodded her approval.

Over cereal, I asked her why she had returned my rent money.

"I much prefer to do business in person. Sticking money in brown envelopes under a door is so impersonal don't you think."

I could only nod my agreement. Still, it gave me an opportunity to see her on a regular basis if this was what she wanted.

"As you may have realised, I am out late most evenings. You're being here is actually performing a valuable service for me. Burglars are much less likely to break in to a house if the know that a strapping young man lives there rather and a single woman" she said straight out of the blue.

I almost choked at her description of me.

"Young maybe" I said, "but hardly strapping"

I am 5ft 11 tall and pretty thin. 'You are all skin and bones' as my mother was often saying.

She ignored me and continued

"If you are agreeable then you can live here rent free as long as you are here for four evenings out of five during the week. Weekends don't count as I am here most of the time then."

I was totally stunned. I could not believe what she was saying so in the infamous words of a tennis player I said, "You can't be serious!"

"I am deadly serious. I need someone to look after the place in the evenings when I am out. In return for that I will let that someone live here completely rent-free. Do we have a deal?"

I said, "Yes" before she could change her mind.

"That's settled then. So, put that money away or do you fancy taking me out for dinner this evening to say thank you properly for my ever so kind offer?"

I felt myself rapidly being wound round her little finger buy who could object to that from such a nice lady.

"Where would you like to go then?" I said obviously agreeing to spend god knows how much on her in one evening.

"Oh I know a little place not too far from here" she replied.

Then I thought about my aversion to cigarette smoke.

"Will it be smoky? I have going to places that allow smoking"

"No, it won't be smoky. So do we have a deal?"

"Yes" and being formal "Barbara we have a deal."

I got a look of daggers from Babs. Then she smiled.

Before she could argue I cleared up the dishes and did the washing up. She helped by drying them and putting them in their proper place. I felt really at ease in her company. I did not know why but I just did.

Before I left her kitchen, she gave me a set of keys. These were the keys to the rest of the house. I agreed that I would look round when I came in from work and once more before I went to bed.

"Now I must go and get my hair done for tonight. It is an absolute mess"

"Babs, how formal is this place we are going to tonight?"

"Have you got a good suit?"

"Yes" I replied.

"Then that will do. I'll see you just before 8pm"

With that she grabbed her coat and handbag and was gone.

I stood rooted to the ground for some time relishing my good fortune. I was going to live rent free with a pretty girl just when I needed to spend lots of time studying for my exams. Perfect!

I roused myself and started preparing for the evening. My best suit was a mess. I had not worn it in months so I went is search of an ironing board. I found it in the hall cupboard. Her crash helmet was hanging on one of the feet. I extracted the board from the sort of junk that seems to accumulate in places like that and took it upstairs.

I spent the next several hours ironing virtually everything in my closet. The suit was by far the worst and could have really done with being cleaned but, I got it looking pretty smart. By now it was lunchtime so I went and did my shopping for the week ahead.

I tried doing some work in the afternoon but my mind was not on it. It was on Her. I really fancied her but she was way out of my league. I gave up and went out for a walk. I was retuning to the house in time to see a big Mercedes pull up outside and Babs get out of the back. The driver sped away. I could see however that there was no one else in the car. The mystery deepened. She saw me sauntering up the road and waved a greeting to me. She disappeared into the house but left the door open for me.

I heard her in her bedroom so I didn't interrupt. I went to my room and started to get ready for the evening, even though it was only 3pm. By 4pm I had showered and put my day clothes on again. It was just silly to get dressed so early.

I switched on the TV but there was only sports or some inane game show where anyone with a modicum on intelligence could answer the questions easily. Even so, many of the contestants were getting simple questions wrong. Dross TV I called it and switched it off. I must a dozed off as I was after 7pm when I heard Babs moving about. I quickly got ready and went to meet her downstairs. She was not there but I could tell she would not be long.

It appear that neither of us owned a car so I wondered if getting to this restaurant would be easy. I normally traveled by Bus or Tube or Walked so except for emergencies or occasions like moving house I never took Taxis. At 7:45pm precisely, a Taxi pulled up outside and hooted its horn. Babs made her entrance at the same time.

She came down the stairs looking an absolute picture. I wrapped the coat hanging on the balustrade at the bottom of the stairs around her shoulders, took her have and led her out to the waiting Taxi. I open the door for her and saw her seated before I went back and locked the front door. I got into the taxi and we headed off. She must have given the driver directions before I climbed into the cab, as he seemed to know where we were going.

Soon we were in a part of Greater London that was strange to me. We entered the village of Ongar. This was not really London. I you were to ask any local they would say Essex. We stopped outside a small pub/hotel called The Chequers. I then noticed that the meter in the cab was not running. No money had changed hands before, during or after the journey. I thought this was strange but my attention was diverted back onto the main event of the evening. We were shown into the Restaurant by the headwaiter. It was empty and a Saturday night. I wondered if this place was any good.

The headwaiter returned and asked if we wanted drinks.

"The usual Miss. Barbara?" he enquired.

"Yes please James" she replied.

"And for you Sir?"

"I'll have a Perrier Water and Orange Juice please" I replied.

I had earlier decided to stick to wine with the meal this evening.

"Certainly Sir" the waiter replied and left us alone.

"I take it you come here often then Babs?" I said trying to break the ice.

"Yes, I do dine here from time to time. James has a very good memory"

The waiter returned with the menus. In some fancy restaurants they give the ladies menus without prices. My menu did not have any prices. I glanced over at the one that Babs was holding. It was the same.

"Babs. These menus don't have any prices?" I said concerned for the meager amount of money that I had with me.

"Don't worry about that Simon. We will settle up later when we get home"

My fears were not allayed but I ordered what I thought was the lowest cost items and we settled down to our meal.

The restaurant remained empty all evening even though the food and service were excellent. Babs left the choice of wine up to me. Thankfully, I had learnt something from many holidays as a child in France about wine so I chose a decent Cotes Du Rhone, with a nice flavor but not to heavy like a Claret. The wine was excellent and Babs commented me on my selection. We talked about many things but I noticed that whenever I tried to get her to talk about herself she rapidly changed the subject saying there was not much to tell.

The evening was actually enjoyable. I really did enjoy her company and we both seemed to relax into each other's presence. While we were waiting for coffee to be served Babs excused herself and went to the ladies room. As soon as she had left the room, I signaled for the waiter to come over.

"Can I help you sir?"

"Yes. I would like the bill please."

"That is not possible sir. It has already been taken care of"

"How has it been taken care of?"

"I am not at liberty to say sir"

With that he returned to his place hear the door into the kitchen.

Babs appeared back in the restaurant just as the waiter poured the coffee. What was going on? I could not work out what was going on. However I was not going to raise the issue of the bill until we got home then, I was determined to have it out with her once and for all.

We left the hotel to find the same Taxi that had collected us still their. We had been in the hotel for well nearly three hours. This must be costing an absolute fortune. I knew that I could never have paid for the evening and felt that I would be looking for somewhere else to live pretty shortly.

When we arrived home I opened the door for Babs. I took her coat from he shoulders when we had got inside the house.

"Babs. We need to talk about tonight!"

She turned round to face me and put her index finger to her lips telling me to be quiet. She then took my hand and led me upstairs to her bedroom. When we got inside she motioned me to stand there. I did, as she wanted, as I was too shocked to do anything else.

She undid her dress and slipped out of it. I felt myself go hard immediately as I saw the corset & stockings that she was wearing. This was probably the first time I had seen a woman this close wearing such things of delight.

She came over to me and removed my jacket slowly and for a beginner, quite sensuously. Next came my tie and shirt. Then she turned her attention to my trousers. By now, my erection was getting very visible. She smiled radiantly when she gently touched the top even though it was still covered by my trousers.

She gently undid my trousers and let them fall to the floor. She had said nothing for what it seemed like several minutes until my trousers fell to the floor. I was wearing silk boxer shorts. I wore them only on special occasions, as I loved the sensuous feel of silk against the skin. When she saw them she cooed loudly in approval.

Then with me still standing, she knelt on the floor in front of me and then pulled my boxers down around my ankles. She then put my rigid cock in her mouth and proceeded to eat me. My fears about a man-eater were ironically almost correct.

As someone who's only relief to date was self induced, this was absolute heaven. However I was so excited that I came almost straight away. She took it all without murmur. As I subsided her tonguing became more sensual and I soon became hard again. She took the next load again without coming up for air.

She then stood up and kissed me. Her mouth was full of my salty semen. She shared it with me as we embraced for what it seemed hours but was probably only minutes.

She broke the embrace and pulled me tight to her body. She started crying gently.

"Babs, what is the matter? Is it something I have done?" I asked.

"No Simon you are perfect. I am so happy" she sniffled.

Eventually, the crying stopped and I took her hands and looked her straight in the eye and said, "I think it is about time I got an explanation"

"Yes you do deserve it. Get yourself cleaned up and come downstairs and we can talk'

She broke my hold, turned and went into her bathroom. I took my hint and gathered up my clothes and went and did the same.

I joined her downstairs after a few minutes. As I came into the lounge she was sitting on the couch. She motioned for me to sit down next to her. She took my hands and after kissing me on the lips she began.

"I am sorry for springing that on you like that but it felt right."

"But…"

"Please let me finish" she interjected.

"I am a professional cock sucker. This sounds strange but two years ago I was studying to be a doctor. I was in my fourth year when I decided that I didn't really want to do this. As it happened, I met a wonderful person who directed me on my way to personal fulfillment. Until a year ago I had never sucked on a man's cock. Now I do it on a daily basis and get very well rewarded fordoing so. This is how I can afford a house like this and let you stay here free, well nearly free of charge. I am addicted to it. Totally addicted. I suppose that I should start CSA Cock Suckers Anonymous but that is how it is. I work 4 or five hours a day and get rewarded handsomely for my efforts."

She paused for breath.

"I am so addicted that I need to suck cock every day or I real withdrawal symptoms. So overcome my absence of paying cock at the weekends, I placed the advert in the paper. That is the one that you answered. I interviewed several other people but you stood out as being the most likely to be receptive to my needs. I am sorry for leading you on like that but I think you enjoyed the end result just like I did"

"I still don't understand"

She wrapped her arms around me and said, "You can stay here as long as you like. The only condition is that you let me eat you off at least once every weekend. That's the deal. No Money no strings and certainly no Fucking."

"I don't know what to say"

"Nothing is what you will say tonight. Sleep on it and we can talk tomorrow"

She reached up and kissed me gently.

"Goodnight"

 

End of Part 1. Continued in Part 2.

  

  

  

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