Manipulation (VersatileMalePlayer/AmeliaRP)

[AmeliaRP]

"Hold on! Just a minute! Sorry I'm not quite dressed." It was too late. The owner of the house had already come into her room. Wendy Wilkinson was in the process of changing, having just unpacked most of her clothes and other belongings. She would have expected at least a courtesy knock though the door did not quite close properly and there appeared to be no lock on it neither. The rent was cheap though and she supposed that she was getting what she paid for though she wasn't sure how much he would charge her.

It was her first year at college but instead of going into dorms, the 18 year old happened to see an advert on the internet offering lodgings fairly near by that would be cheaper. Her family was not that rich so she was forced to pay for most of her costs and fees herself. Wendy was also hoping to find a part-time job, preferably at weekends, to help. She had come by train a couple of days before her induction course was due to start. It had been an hour since she arrive and yet the owner seemed to be already checking on her.

When he came in she was only wearing a lightweight bralette. The sheer material was so delicate that it was clearly see-through. It was fortunate she was wearing one at all anyway as she rarely did as her modest bosom needed no real support. Her matching boy's shorts style panties with lace frills was little better though at least were not transparent. Her immediate reaction was to grab something to try to cover herself, the nearest being just a hand towel. "I was just changing." Her face was beetroot red.

 

[VersatileMalePlayer]

Never before had Mark McDonald ever rented a room in his house before. He had often thought about it since his wife had left him a few years ago. His life had slowly fallen apart while the problems he suffered from intrusive thoughts had become worse. His wife had said that he had become intolerable to live with and he could not dispute that. He had always been loathe to seek medical attention. From what the 54 year old sculpter had read no one seemed to quite know why such outrageous visions could suddenly pop into the unconscoius mind.

"I was just breaking you a copy of the tenancy agreement I printed off for you. I thought you might like to see it." Mark had grown unused to have anyone else in the house. It never occurred to him that she may need some privacy. He hadn't expected to see her in such a half-naked state. The towel offered her little protection. Mark could see the outline of her areola though the very thin material of her bra. It made him want to trace them with his finger but resisted as he handed her the 10-page document.

"It's nice to have someone smell so fragrant in the house if I may say. The bathroom will benefit too." The silver bearded man could not get enough of her as he stood so close to her. So fresh and invigorating she was to his nostrils. He began to feel rather pleased with himself to have rented out the room and especially to someone so young and dainty as the feshman student. Mental images were conjured up of her asking him to help her to wash her hair and he unhooking her bra so that it wouldn't get wet.

 

[AmeliaRP]

There was no choice for her but to put the towel down when he insisted on giving her the contract forms. It seemed as if he wanted her to check all of the pages while he waited. Her eyes may have been cast on the text but Wendy was not able to concentrate with him standing so near to her wearing just her underwear. The atmosphere to her felt so electric. She felt his eyes as if they were examining every minuscule detail of her body. It was a new sensation for the teenager.

"I'm sure it will be fine, Mr McDonald. I'll need to put it away safe somewhere." The auburn haired girl thought she should have put some clothes on but she froze. It just didn't seem proper to dress in front of him. Besides she had wanted to take her bra off before putting on some pajamas. She had also wanted to brush her teeth before going to bed. The landlord was just in the way and wasn't going, she thought.

"I'll try and keep the place clean, including the bathroom too." That was another thing, she hadn't had a chance to sort out her toiletries and take them to the bathroom. Her suitcase still lay on her bed only half unpacked. What was she supposed to do? Pretend he wasn't there or ask him to leave. It was his place, she couldn't just tell him to go. Besides he was quite elderly, quite a few years older than even her father. It was silly to think he was interested in her body. He was just being paternalistic and she was overreacting.

"Sorry I should have asked you if you wanted a drink. Some tea maybe?" Wendy had been forgetting her manners. There was a kettle by the window that would save her bothering to go downstairs to the kitchen if she wanted a hot drink. She walked a few paces over to get it. But when she picked it up, she found that it had no water in it and here was no sink or washbasin in her room to refill it.

 

[VersatileMalePlayer]

"Let me go and put some water in it for you. I should have filled it before you moved in." Mark would have left her after he had given her the copy of the tenancy agreement only something was stopping him. He felt drawn to the student as if there was a secret chemistry between them. They were both at home alone so they could offer each other some company. He was aware that teenagers were much more pessimissive than when he was her age. Perhaps they could offer each other other comforts too. Wendy seemed so amenable and he believed that it could be easily possible.

"Give it to me and I'll popped downstairs. I'll be back in just a moment." As he went to take the kettle from her, the bearded 54 year old put his hand on her shoulder causing one of the strap of her bra to drop onto her upper arm. It allowed him to see more of her cleavage not that her breasts were that large. In fact they were quite small and looked asthough they needed regular massage to make them grow and ripen. Using one hand, he delicately picked up the Lycra material and put the twine back from where it had fallen. "I hope you don't mind, I was just putting it back for you" His sudden vision was of asking her if she didn't object to him fucking her.

How much he would like her to pose nude for a sculpture. He hadn't seen her yet without any clothes on but it did not prevent him from imagining her as nature intended. His creative mind had already pictured how she would look in a state of high sexual excitement, her heavy breathing and crying out for much more. Mark had yet to decide on whether it would first happen in her bed, his own or somewhere more licentious like in the shower or over a table.. Could it even happen as quickly as that night, he wondered.

"Sorry I'm not moving very quickly." It was proving so difficult from him to let her out of his sight but eventually he made it to her door and vanished with the kettle in his hand.

 

[AmeliaRP]

It was with some relief she felt when the owner of the house finally went out of her room even if it was only temporarily. Never had she endured such a sex-laden air before if that was what it was. At least it gave her a breathing space, however brief, as well as an opportunity she had been waiting for to put some more clothes on. The mental stress had been so overwhelming for her. Panic had been set in.

Quickly the freshman student rummaged through her suit case open on her bed. She was desperately searching for something casual to wear that would protect her modesty. She found a light blue tracksuit that seemed suitable, which had 'Lazy' emblazoned on the front. It might be rather warm but it would be something she could sleep in if necessary, she thought. Her heart was racing as she took her bralette off but kept her panties on, while putting the sweat pants and top on. If truth be told, there was no reason for her to rush as Mark was watching her on the monitor in his room from a tiny wireless pinhole spy camera he had planted in her bedroom.

The extra time Mark appeared to be taking allowed her quickly try to clean up her room a bit. As if on cue, he returned without bothering to knock again just as Wendy was attempting to lift her suitcase up and put it out of the way on top of the tall wardrobe. Standing on her bed, she turned her head and looked startled towards him. "Can you just give me a hand. I can't quite lift it high enough."

 

[VersatileMalePlayer]

"Hold it. Hold on. Just a moment. I'll get it." Mark entered her room after watching her on the planted cam. He had installed it more as security rather than spying on his first tenant but it was proving more useful than he originally thought. He had been about to see her sweet cinnamon coloured nipples when she had changed unaware that he had been watching. As soon as he put the kettle down, he stood beside her bed and reached up to put a hand on her back to give her some support.

"Is your arm still not long enough? How about this." The owner of the house stretched his arm up further as his hand disappeared under her top. If he had not known before, he could feel from her bare back that she had not bra or anything else on underneath. Her skin felt soft and delicate. The teen seemed so helpless in his hands, he thought. Together they eventually yo put her case on top of the wardrobe. "It's a good place to put it as it will be out of the way."

Using his one arm that was still on her bare back, Mark took her weight as well as the opportunity feel her breast when sliding her hand around to her front. Being so light, he was able to lift her down from her standing position on the bed. Surprisingly she did not seem to protest, although perhaps he gave her little option. "I think we forgot about making the coffee. Do you prefer to do it?"

 

[AmeliaRP]

A hand he did gave her and took full advantage of her. Yet he didn't think anything of it. It was as though he was entitled to feel her small boobs just whenever he liked. His fingers though felt much nicer than when she touched herself. Her breasts always seemed like deflated balloons when she played with them, pliable but lacking sensitivity. It was so different when the owner of the house mauled them.

"I should have made some before for you. It's my fault." When he finally removed his hand from inside her top, Wendy pulled it back down though it did not quite reach the waistband of her jogger pants. The tracksuit was quite an old one and was a bit small for her as she had it so long. But they were very soft with a fleeced lining that felt nice. Her only issue with it though was that it tended to become very warm after wearing it for a while but that was useful when it was cold.

After an initial shock, the 18 year old student was a little more relaxed towards her landlord. After all it may have been a good deal renting the room. "I hope instant coffee is okay for you. Be careful though it is a little hot." She handed one of the only two mugs she owned to the man, who had made himself comfortable sitting cross ways on her bed with his back propped up against the wall. At least he had no shoes on to mark her blankets.

"Are you sure you don't need me to pay any money in advance? I think the bank will loan me enough if I ask them." So far he had been very trusting towards her, not insisting upon her to give him any cash up front. He had also been vague about how much he would charge her, simply telling her it would be a lot less than if she was sharing a room on campus. First he said that Wendy should get comfortable and make sure she liked it.

 

[VersatileMalePlayer]

Hot was just the way he liked it. As he took the mug of coffee from her, Mark no attempt to hide his raging erection that made such an obvious outline in his grey chinos he had on. It soon became clear that the zip on his flies was undone and that he appeared to be wearing nothing underneath. "I think you look a little stressed. Come sit yourself. Relax. Stretch yourself out if you wish." He patted on top of the bed beside him for her to join him.

"You don't mind me keeping you company, do you? It's much better than being alone." She was so cute to him that he found it difficult to keep his hands off her. But she hadn't complained yet about him touching her. The landlord had no intention of having sex with his new tenant at least unless she didn't mind to. It would be up to her. Her thought she probably needed the experience and could be useful to her. It would help her become a complete woman, he thought.

"So tell me more about yourself. What do you like doing? What do you enjoy? I'm sure you like to talk about your hopes and ambitions." More than anything, Mark wanted the student to feel at home. To treat the place as her own. And for her to trust him as if he was her confidante, her guardian and her guide. He believed he could be so useful to her and was willing to spend as much times as she liked with her. He finished his drink and stood up to put it back on the tray beside the kettle. Turning around he hovered over her.