Choice Tales from the Vale – (590) The Student Landlord – The Music Student Solo

 

Buckleberry Avenue in Abbottsford consists of two rows of bungalows, 40 in total, either side of the tree lined road, just over half of them were now HMO’s full of students, as they were only a mile and a half from the university.

The remainder were still privately owned, one of those was owned by twenty-eight-year-old handyman, Chris Baker, who also owned four of the HMOs.

The Buckleberry Avenue properties made up part of a larger portfolio, the majority of which were occupied by students, which gave him a very good living.

All he had to do to earn that living was to maintain the properties while they were occupied and decorate and make repairs when they were empty.

When he had to fix something in an occupied dwelling, he always endeavoured to do it when the occupants were out, especially the students, he didn’t really like students, he found them to be over educated ill-informed and too easily offended, and the ones that didn’t fit into those categories were just vacuous.

Chris liked the look of them, the girls obviously, he just didn’t like to talk to them, because he was always disappointed.

He lived opposite one of his properties, number 44, and he often saw them coming or going, they were all music students, and all a bit geeky, but each one was pleasing to the eye in their way.

The first one was a tall skinny blonde, with straw covered hair called Simone Stephens, who always wore flat shoes because she was so tall, and walked with a slight stoop,

and she wore flowery clothes and in spring and summer she was always in a floral dress.

The second one was Michelle Herries, who had strawberry blonde coloured hair and not as tall as Simone and she was a much more confident girl with her prominent proud chin who favoured much more figure-hugging clothes on her young curves, he particularly liked her in clothes that showed off her shape.

Completing the trio was the quiet diminutive brunette Saffron Wigston who favoured a completely different look, she went for the frumpy look, favouring dark colours, normally a pinafore dress, black tights and baseball shoes and she wore her hair either in pigtails or plaits, she even wore black thick framed glasses to hide behind, but she did have a broad bright smile.

But as cute as the late teens were they were all just young girls learning to be women, being watched by young men trying to figure out how to bed them.

So he gave them all a wide berth and left it to his assistant, Jade Norman, to deal with the lettings so he didn’t have to converse with them, and that arrangement had worked very well for three years, and he had exchanged barely more than a dozen words with the Buckleberry Avenue tenants.

It suited Jade because she had her fair share of student’s girls, which was her main sexual diet, but she liked cock as well, but she preferred more experienced men whereas the opposite was true with the female students she had a penchant for the novices so “servicing” students was perfect for her.

So the arrangement suited them both and he had been able to keep his distance.

However that was only true until one Christmas when he entered into converse, of a very different kind with second-year music student, Simone Stephens.

 

He had a leak under the kitchen sink that he needed to  attend to so as it was the Christmas break and three days before Christmas, he thought it would be safe, so he crossed the road and let himself in the front door.

It was a cold day, but as soon as he opened the door he was hit with a wave of heat, his first thought was that the silly girls had gone home for Christmas and forgotten to turn the thermostat down, but then his attention was turned towards a sound of sensual moaning.

He didn’t know who it was that was moaning or who was making them moan but it stirred his curiosity, so he put his tool bag down in the hall and carried on listening as he decided to investigate.

Chris walked gingerly towards the source of the sweet sexual emanations, and he could see the door to one of the bedrooms was partially open.

As he got closer to the open door the sounds were clearer and more distinct, and he could hear panting breaths and then it wasn’t just his curiosity that was stirred.

He crept as close as possible to the door until he could see who was moaning sweetly and who was making them moan and the answer to both was Simone Stephens.

As Chris looked through the partially open door, he could see her sitting on her bed, propped up against the headboard, with her nightie pulled up around her waist.

She had one long leg draped over the edge of the bed and the other pulled up close to her body, so her knee was touching her shoulder.

While one hand cupped one of her meagre breasts and caressed her proud teat through her nightie while the other was down among her dark blonde fur as her busy fingers frigged her pussy.

But as deft as her fingering was, having brought herself frustratingly close to the abyss with her frantic fingering she just couldn’t quite get over the edge.

Then Simone was suddenly startled by the sound of a squeaky floorboard as he adjusted his feet, and she just froze when she realised, she had been observed masturbating and looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights until he said.

“Do you need any help with that?”

Simone suddenly galvanized into action, leaping up and covering her modesty and pushed past him

“I wasn’t doing anything I just have an itch”

“Well, I can help to scratch it” he offered

“I wasn’t doing anything”, she shouted as she ran towards the bathroom

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, everyone does it” he continued and then the bathroom door slammed, and he chuckled to himself as he went to retrieve his tool bag.