Confessions from a Landlady: Coffee and cream.

Eric was planning on retiring....a bricky by trade, he was well known apparently in the construction industry. A pal of his had asked him for a hand on a local building site not far away from my residence, he was actually a Londoner but for whatever reason he owned the contractor a favour, hence his tenancy came to fluition.

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There was really nothing to him, his skin was brown and wrinkly, almost looked like leather, l guess that's what happens from years of working outside, I guess that's one of the reasons I'm a little subconscious about sitting in it for too long, I just got the impression that you could blow him over with little effort, and my God, he smoked like a chimney.

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Having said all of that, the one thing he could do well was make morning coffee. I'm not going to lie, it tasted amazing, it would put Costa coffee to shame.

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I would always be up early and out walking the dog and sure enough, every morning my coffee would be ready for me when I returned home, Eric would always have gone off to work by the time l got back, but the coffee was always warm, and if not l could always stick it in the microwave.

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I would always make a point of thanking him in the evening, but he was always quite reserved and shy when I asked him how he made it, he would just say....... it's just a little thing l do to make it nicer, I've never had any complaints about it, so l just keep doing it the same way.

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I would ask, clotted cream, fresh cream, fresh milk, maybe carnation cream......l would always check the fridge, but there was nothing to give me any kind of clue. It was a well drilled routine, my alarm would go off at 6am, I'd be up and out by quarter past, generally getting home by about 90 minutes later, l guess Eric would have left at about just after half seven, he started work at 8am, a 25 minute drive and as mentioned, my coffee would generally be warm when l arrived back home.

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It was a rainy Tuesday morning, l have waterproofs, l can handle most wet weather, but this rain was of a biblical nature, torrential, and l don't think any waterproof clothing would have done the job, I was literally soaked through, normally l would trudge on, but not in this, no way. I decided to cut across a field, rather than walking the lanes and it's perimeter, that would save me a good 20/25 minutes.

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Finally home, I dried the dog the best l could with a dry towel in my small porch, then going into the hallway l went straight upstairs to get out of my wet clothes, replacing them with a fluffy towel, l would always shower after Eric had gone, so it wasn't worth getting dressed properly for the day ahead.

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I went back downstairs, letting the dog into the front room, which leads directly through a frosted glass door into the kitchen. As l approached the door, reaching for the door handle l suddenly stopped, I could make out Eric's figure, his back to me, he was facing the sink, just to the right of it, that's where the kettle, tea bags, coffee and sugar jars are located. I could make out his blue jeans, but they were down, around his ankles, a yellow blur on a t-shirt that he often wore, but between his waist and ankles he appeared to be butt naked, l could also make out his right arm vigorously moving back and forth with considerable speed.

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I opened the kitchen to living room door, Eric had no idea I had come back early, I was right, Eric was butt naked, his jeans around his ankles, totally out of control as he'd obviously hit that point of no return, yet he still had that composure to pick up my hot mug and spill his load into it as he did so.

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What the fuck, Eric....l bellowed.

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Oh, oh, I'm sorry Miss Claire.... fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, I'm so sorry, l wasn't expecting you back yet.

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Eric had turned to face me, as he hastily pulled up his underwear and jeans, his old cock flipping over both items of his clothing as he kind of jumped up as he pulled everything up, quickly grabbing his manhood and tucking it away.

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I'm so, so, sorry Miss Claire, how can l make things up to you, I do apologise.

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Well for starters you can pass me my coffee, I need something hot inside me.

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Miss Claire x