Caught by the Lodger

Having split up with my girlfriend about six months before, I was getting a little bored of living on my own. I'm a 29 year old guy living in South London and I thought it would be a good idea to get a lodger. I had a spare room that was empty, the company would be good and the extra money would come in handy. I put an ad in the local newspaper and within a day or two I'd had five responses. I arranged for all the people to come round so they could see the flat and I could check them out. I didn't want to end up sharing my flat with a complete weirdo.

After the first four people had come round I was beginning to think it was a bad idea and maybe I should just give up on the idea. The people who had responded were definitely not my idea of flatmate material. Just as I was thinking this, the doorbell rang and I knew it was my last potential lodger. The moment I opened the door I knew that I wanted Rachel to move in. She was slim, about five feet nine tall with long blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. She was stylishly dressed in short, red dress that showed off a fantastic pair of legs and she exuded a confidence that I found very sexy. She looked round the flat, asked me a few questions and then said she wanted to move in. I'd hardly had the chance to ask her anything about herself. I didn't even know what she did for a living but I accepted straight away and even offered to help her move her stuff.

The first month or so went well. Rachel had a habit of walking round the house in just a tight white vest and a tiny pair of hotpants. The vest showed off her small but beautifully pert breasts and I couldn't help but stare at times. Sometimes , we'd be sitting eating breakfast together and Rachel's outfit would be so skimpy that I'd have to try and hide my erection. She also had a habit of leaving her underwear drying on radiators around the flat so I became intimately acquainted with her lingerie. We got to know each other a bit but Rachel was quite a private person. She didn't give much away about her personal life. She didn't mention a boyfriend but she would sometimes stay out for the night. I think Rachel knew that I fancied her; she was so gorgeous that I'm sure any man would, and she used this to her advantage. She had me running errands for her and she often pretended to tell me off if I forgot something.