The Tenant in 3B

With a hard tug the nut loosened, but at the same moment the wrench slipped and his knuckles smacked into the bracket. "Damn!" was the only word to escape his mouth and that was even under his breath.

As Kyle surveyed the work ahead he knew the likelihood was many more "damns" would be sneaking out. It wasn't his way to be foul of temper and rarely to use a curse, but changing a water heater brought out that 'dark' side.

This was not exactly the job the 38 year old had envisioned while in school; fireman, doctor, chef, any of those would be preferred; yet building owner/manager was what he did. Twelve apartment units, the sum total of his inheritance when his parents had passed awhile back.

He rented out eleven of the units and lived in the last, 3A, it was small at 93 meters, but it was enough, after all it was just him. He had tried women or rather they had tried him and he enjoyed a steady and regular dating life with the occasional sleep over but nothing ever serious enough to merit much thought. 'So maybe', he thought, 'I am just a loner, single for life?'

The money made from the rent was substantial and enough to live on, yet he still moonlighted at the pub tending bar three nights a week. The tips were great, but if he was honest it was mostly about the social life it gave him and the 'friends' that visited with him while they drank away their sorrows.

It was funny how this happened, that even when his mind slipped out of gear, his hands still went through the steps and as he came back to full attention he was ready to pull the old water heater out and bring in the new. Even 'empty' they were still quite heavy from the sediment build up so putting a towel under it, he spun it out of the unit onto the porch, thankful the floors were wood and not carpet. The hard part would be getting it the two floors down where the dumpster waited. But that was later, now the new one needed to go in so the Davies would have hot water by the time they arrived home from work. They were great tenants and he didn't want them dissatisfied in the least.

About thirty minutes later he had attached and turned on the gas and watched with the delight as the pilot light popped on and stayed up. As he raised the temp the unit lit with a 'whump' and began heating the water within. 'Yep the Davies would be happy' he thought, 'Maybe even get one of her famous cheesecake as a thank you'. Regardless they paid him each month and his job was to keep them comfortable.

After tidying up his mess including wiping down the handles he locked the door behind him and texted Mr. Davies the job was done. "Wonderful! Thank you," was the reply he got within moments. Now all that was left was to wrestle this old piece of junk to the dumpster and be finished for the day.

With the job concluded Kyle headed to his flat for that well earned shower before his shift at the pub tonight. As he entered his place he could hear Ms Evans in 3B, they shared a wall and per usual her music was so loud he could 'enjoy' it as well. Today it was 'Back In Black', at least that was a good album. She was quite the wild woman, particularly for 56 years of age; he had always thought that meant you were a grandma, but not Ms Evans, he had no idea if she had grandchildren, he knew very little of her except she was a recent divorcee, had a Harley, and dressed at least 30 years less her age. Honestly if it weren't for the silver hair and the age listed on her background check he would have no clue she was past 40.

He texted her, "Nice music choice, quite energizing", not waiting for a reply he headed for the shower. Letting the water dump over him was so relaxing, probably good he was single, hot water was never left when he was done showering. After toweling off and yes applying lotion to body and face he headed to the bedroom to change for work. Checking his phone he could see Ms Evans had texted back.

It was a picture of her in the middle of the living room, furniture draped, walls half painted and the words, "Sorry if it was too loud, I need the energy to finish. Do you like it?"

He knew she meant the paint on the walls, but whether she realized it or not, her outfit was what drew his attention. Just a pair of overalls, bare skin below that, and the angle she had taken the selfie from, arm outstretched to her side, the gap was showing a side profile of a mostly pert breast. So yes, honestly he very much liked it, but he was a gentleman so he merely responded, "The walls look lovely, what color did you decide to go with?"

"Its champagne, I have a pair of knickers that color I really adore so I took them in to the salesman to match." He was surprised to say the least! "Ha-ha..." was her reply moments later and then, "Glad you like the color"

"Well I am headed to the pub for work, so don't worry about being noisy until the quiet time at 2300. I will be home about 2 a.m. so I will try not to wake you. You are probably knackered." He replied.

"Have a good night at work, talk to you later" She responded. And with that the music went a bit higher and he decided he better be off.

Work wasn't bad, the tips had been great. One customer a dark haired younger woman was a bit down and talked with him a ton, even flirting a little. They had exchanged numbers, but she had avoided his advances, so maybe he struck out? He wasn't sure but he did know he was now horny and heading home alone, he supposed a bit of porn and some more lotion would have to do for tonight.

As Kyle came up the stairs to his place he noted Ms Evans still had a light on and he looked at his watch, 2:30 in the morning, 'she was up late' he noted. Still being quiet he unlocked his place and stepped into the cool darkness. Locking the door behind him he slipped off his shoes and padded into the kitchen for some water.

As he took his first drink he heard a low whine, 'was it the pipes?' he wondered. Ears perked up he tried to trace the sound in the wall, there it was again. So he pressed his ear to the wall at that spot and within moments knew it wasn't the pipes. He could hear more now and it was obviously coming from Ms Evans apartment. She must be in the kitchen, 'what was she doing?' he thought and held his breath as he listened more. A guttural cry, slightly primal was next and he swore he heard, "Kyle". Listening even more carefully he could tell she was panting and mewling heavily, suddenly quite loudly she shouted, "Oh God, fuck me Kyle!" Shortly after he could tell she was having an orgasm. "While thinking of me?' he wondered. 'She was thinking of me and got off?'

That was all it took for his body, the sounds she had made and the night he had endured, his cock grew hard in his jeans. He went and fetched the lotion and took care of business right near the kitchen wall even daring to call out, "Emily" as he came. He wondered and hoped maybe she had heard, my-oh-my he was felling randy tonight.

Need satiated he cleaned up, had a final wee and went to bed.

Waking the next morning a little before 9 he was instantly aware he was hungry. As he got up and headed to the kitchen for coffee and toast he absently checked his phone. There on the screen he saw "Emily Evans" had sent him a message about an hour ago. 'Shit! Was she mad at him? Had she heard?' he thought. Followed by, 'I really need to stop swearing'

Opening it he saw she had texted, "My sink in the kitchen seems clogged, any chance you could get to that today? I will be gone most of the day but you are welcome to let yourself in and fix that. Just let me know when you are going in and when you leave please."

'Phew' at least she wasn't upset or didn't express it if she was. He texted back, "Sure thing, I am heading to the gym and then after that I can get to it, about 1300 I think."

As he made his toast and enjoyed his coffee the 'Ding' of his phone told him another message had arrived. It was from Ms Evans, "That's great thank you! Enjoy the gym, must be why you are in such great shape."

He had to admit, that was one thing he loved about older women, they just said it how it was, good and bad, and they weren't worried about pretenses. The gym was just what he needed to take the edge of stress off him. So changing, he put in his ear buds, dialed up his workout track and jogged to the gym as his warm up.

After hitting the weights for 90 minutes he jogged back home and debated showering before working on the pipes in Ms Evans place. He decided not to as it should take moments to clear her pipe.

After shooting her a text, he unlocked her door and stepped in, the smell of fresh paint nearly bowling him over. He had to admit that champagne color did look great in the living area. Entering the kitchen he bent to open the cabinet under the sink to expose the pipes and froze solid. There, hanging on the pipe, was a pair of champagne colored knickers. As he removed them and held them in the light, he noted the silky texture of the bum part; the front was sheer with a lace pattern across it. Without thinking he brought them to his nose and was rewarded with the smell of woman. She had worn these. Was this accidental that he found them in the very spot she had asked him to look? Maybe she had thrown them there early this morning as she was 'playing' and forgot to get them? Or had she heard him and chosen to reward him or seduce him in some way?

Snapping back to reality, he thought, 'she's too old for me and besides as a tenant I shouldn't get involved with her, lastly she may not even be interested in me so why mess up the friendship we have?' He placed the knickers aside and set about clearing the pipes, they weren't bad he noticed but had probably slowed up a bit.

Leaving her knickers on the table he showed himself out and texted her he was finished. "Fabulous, thank you, I owe you dinner when I finish painting my apartment." She responded.

"That's not necessary it's all part of the job," he said back.

"We will talk about that another time" was her quick response. "See you tonight?"

"No I am working at the pub again, be home after 2." His reply

"Okay be safe, thanks again"

Should he have mentioned the knickers? He didn't think so; after all he had laid them on the table, so if she was embarrassed she could come to him about it.

After eating supper he showered and after dressing for work he headed out.

A few hours later, his shift quite lackluster, he was polishing the bar when the door ding announced a new arrival. Looking up to greet his breath caught in his throat, there was Ms Evans.

Wow, she looked amazing; her black dress clung to her body, stopping just above the knee, her bare legs continuing into a black pair of heels. As she looked up at him she pulled her shoulder length silver hair back and flashed him a cute smile, her eyes intent on him.

"Hello and welcome", he finally managed.

Taking the stool directly in front of him she sat and looked up slightly at his 6' 2" frame. Looking him in the eye she said, "Vodka twist please". That smile, smirk rather, not leaving her face.

"Coming right up!" he announced all business and set about making her order with as many tricks and flourishes that he knew.

As he set the drink before her and actually took her in for the first time he noticed something. This close even in the low light he could now tell the top of the dress was sheer fabric in layered bunches. So peering a bit closer he could see there was no bra and her delightful C cup was there on display. Set against the alabaster of her skin were rouge nipples that he watched, stiffening under his gaze. "God, she was hot!" he thought.

She brought her hand up slightly from the bar to direct his attention back to her face and said, "Hello Kyle, thank you for the drink."

A sip later she handed over her card to pay and he waved her off, "It's on me" he said, "You have earned it, all that hard work at the apartment. The paint choice looks amazing by the way."

"That's one reason that I am here tonight, you left something in the apartment and I wanted to get it back to you." She informed him.

"I did? I am so sorry; I even looked a second time to make sure I had all my gear. Sorry you had to come all this way to return it. What was it?" He said with heat building in his face due to embarrassment.

With a final sip on her drink, she reached into her clutch and set a small white box on the counter. "These were for you and you left them on the table. I suppose you weren't sure so I came to give them to you personally." As she spoke that devilish grin of hers grew. With a wink, she stood and finished with, "I have to get home, long day tomorrow, enjoy the rest of your shift."

After watching her hips sway their way out the door, he considered the box on the counter in front of him. Taking a look around the bar, he had only two customers at this late hour and they were good with their half empty glasses and in their own world of drink filled stupor. So he slid the box back to him and dropping it just below the bar he opened it to reveal, nestled inside that pair of her panties. Along with them there was a post-it that read, "You forgot my gift, don't make that mistake again. I thought these might come in 'handy' next time you are in your kitchen. Emily"

What in the world? She knew clearly, he hadn't exactly tried to keep his voice down, but still, she knew and she was teasing him, wanting him to do it again, and this time to use her panties. He was not used to the confidence this woman possessed. It was delightful, she was delightful.

He thought about the dress she had rocked tonight and with those cherry areolas that were nestled in it and he felt his body start to respond. Those shiny freshly shaved legs of hers that the high heels had made even better with her calves popped and butt lifted.

His jeans were getting very tight, glancing at his two customers, then at the clock, 1:15 a.m. he decided he should wait a bit to see if they left so he could close up and go home to use the panties.

Still thoughts of her swirled in his mind, her full lips dyed that same cherry red as her nipples, the coy look in her eye, the suggestion of sex; it was all too much for him. Looking at the two customers again and at the clock now reading 1:22 a.m. he decided he couldn't wait. The customers were both in booths toward the back of the bar, at a bad angle to the bar, they wouldn't be able to see what he was doing.

Decision made, he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his very stiff cock, and glancing at his customers again he saw they were still lost in their world. Some pre-cum had leaked already, so swirling that on the tip he then slid his hand down his shaft.

His hands were a bit rough so he looked for his lotion bottle but couldn't quickly find it. So next thought, the knickers she had left him have that silky bottom, which would do the trick. Taking them in his hand he grasped his length again and slid smoothly down to his balls.

'Yes these will do nicely', he thought. Then back to images of her in that dress he began stroking, looking back occasionally to see if his customers needed him.

He could feel that tingle in his balls announcing the arrival quite soon of his explosion, so with a couple twisting pulls he then brought the panties to the top and emptied his cum into them, biting his lip so he wouldn't cry out.

Pulling the panties into a wad with his mess in the middle, he stuffed them into his pocket, tucked himself back in, buttoned up his jeans and looked to the back of the bar, "Last call", he croaked, his voice tight.

Both customers were good and decided to call it a night. After they had walked out he locked the door and counted the till, ready to go home and sleep. Before he left he checked his phone and found a message from Ms Evans, "Lovely to see you tonight, I have a feeling you used my knickers already... If you would like a fresh pair, let me know I can trade you for the black pair I had on tonight." The message had come in only 10 minutes ago.

'How did she know?' he wondered. 'Was she just hopeful or had she watched?' Looking at the window of the bar he could tell since he was at the end of it to hide from the customers at the back that perhaps you could see him from the street.

So still not thinking it was a smart idea he sent, "I did use them I am embarrassed to say, how did you know?"

Three dots told him a message was coming and then there he was, a picture of him through the glass, the panties visible at his crotch, they were at the top of his shaft so you could see about an inch of him before the jean flap covered the rest. Next, "I enjoyed watching you..."

He replied with shaky fingers, "Um, I am so embarrassed you saw that"

"Don't be", came back quickly, "you have nothing to be ashamed of, that was hot to watch."

Throwing caution to the wind he sent back, "Leaving now should I stop by for a visit?"

"I am knackered, maybe not tonight. But let yourself in with your key, I will leave my black panties by the door to swap out with the used ones, so I can clean those up. Not as much material since they are a thong but I think you will enjoy them anyways." The wink emoji at the end reminded him she was always playful.

With his heart racing he headed for home, thoughts of her continuing to cloud his mind. When he unlocked her door quietly he did indeed find the black thong on the arm of the chair. Pulling out the crumpled mass of her cum filled panties from his pocket, he set that mess on the hardwood floor so the chair wouldn't get stained by his load. Locking up her door he whispered to it, "Sleep well Ms Evans, I know I will."

About nine the next morning he woke and rolled to look at what Ms Evans had sent him today. Strangely there was no message from her. So he sent, "Grabbed the black thong last night, thanks again." After he sent it he went about the morning routine of preparing for the gym and eating breakfast.

After his workout he still hadn't heard from Ms Evans, had he done something wrong? Was she having second thoughts? Not sure what was up he thought he better not text again until he heard from her.

No work tonight so he set about catching up on some apartment basics and repaired a damaged screen on 1C. It seemed he checked his phone every five minutes but nothing came through all day, he even turned it off and back on to see if it had a problem, yet still nothing. Why had 3B suddenly disappeared from his social life?

As he came back up to his place he heard music from Ms Evans place so he went to knock and just before he did he could hear a male voice in her place. Quickly he pulled back his hand and went in to his own place, carefully closing and locking the door behind him, he slid down to the floor. 'Why did this always happen to him', he wondered, 'Every time he allowed himself to be caught up with a woman he learned she was unavailable.'

The male voice stayed late that night and he noted with shame and disgust that no one left apartment 3B. She was having a sleep over. Why had she teased him so? Why visit him at the bar and swap him panties, what kind of game was she playing? Exhausted from the day and the drama he went to bed to sleep fitfully.

The next few days he was in a mood about the building, Ms Evans continued to entertain her male guest and ignore his earlier text messages. He threw her black thong in the trash and swore off women for the moment.

Friday night came and it was his shift at the bar, still no word from Ms Evans, she apparently had dropped him like a hot rock. There was one cute girl at the bar that night but she refused to even smile at him, so he decided it was a good thing he had sworn off women or this would have made the matter worse.

A 'Ding' brought his head up to the door and there was Ms Evans with her male friend. God he was young, so young maybe 25 at the most. No wonder she had dropped Kyle.