He stood in the doorway holding the stockings in one hand and the knickers in the other. I was annoyed at myself for leaving them where he would see, more so than being embarrassed, but I could not work out the look on his face. I soon realised that more than just the handyman, he obviously knew the landlady. He spoke to me softly, in a measured manner that was his norm and reminded how Mrs McArthur was very strict for all her tenants, there was to be ‘guests,’ He really emphasised the word and it occurred to me that he was serious and the last thing I needed was to have to move out - sure the landlady was a bit weird and had her strict rules, but it was a lot cheaper than is should have been for the space it gave me and was so handy for work. Gulping back I figured that nothing ventured was nothing gained. I explained that this was pretty awkward, that they were not some one else’s, that they were mine. In the barest of flickers his attitude changed I clocked as being smug, thinking he was going to catch this cocky kid out. He told me he did not believe and I held back a laugh. Then he looked me up and down and we locked eyes. He broke the hold first and looked me up and down again. Oh my god, I thought as I realised he was checking me out. On reflex I smiled and spoke again telling him he had believe. “I don’t have to ado anything,” he said, with that same calmness that now came across as alluring, “But you.” “What?” I asked, “What do I have to do?” He broke into a smile now as he replied, “Prove it.” He held out his hands and I looked at him defiantly, taking them slowly from him. “You want me to prove it? You want me to put them on?” He nodded and I held back a smile, still doing my best to annoyed at him, or at least show him that. “Wait here.” I walked past him to the bathroom and closed the door. My heart was racing feeling a mix of arousal and fear about what was going on, but that did not stop me. I slid out of my clothes and pulled on the knickers, puling a little on my cock as I tucked it into the stretchy material. I put a foot on the bath in turn and pulled up the stockings, hold ups. As finished rolling the top up the door opened, “Hey, I am not ready!” I said and he stood there, just watching me. “I never guessed you would be so pretty,” he said and I found myself flattered by his words. “So you believe me now?” I said, deliberately turning to face him, watching his eyes go up and down me again so I turned slow showing off my slender pale skin to him. He said nothing more, but in the silence I could hear his heavy breathing, I could almost feel his eyes on me. I stood at the basin, looking at myself in the mirror, pretending he was not there, I started brushing my hair. He moved with a speed I would not thought him capable of and I gasped and giggled as he was suddenly behind me, his big hands roaming over me. He pressed his large frame against me and I pushed back on to him. “What are you doing?” I said coyly and he ignored me, his groping hands starting to fondle me in earnest, his finger tips pinching at me, my thighs, my side, my tummy, my chest my nipples, oh my god my nipples. My legs nearly went to jelly and he caught my weight in his arms, I cried out slightly as he picked me up and carried me so gently from the room and placed me on the bed. I found that I was shocked by how easily he had handled and more to the point how turned on I was. He stood back from the bed now and as I straightened up my cock sprung free. I pulled lazily on it as he started to undo his belt and zip. I felt my eyes bulge slightly as he pushed his trousers down and his fat hard cock bounced up into view. He moved forward with that same speed he showed earlier and I reached to embrace him, but he grabbed me first, turning me easily on to my front. I was panting now as he rested above then lay his weight partially on me. My god I thought as I felt how hard he was, his tip pressing hard on the backs of my legs and my bum cheeks as he moved into position. I tried to move under him to help, but I was pretty much pinned flat. I stretched out my arm and just managed to reach my bedside where I grabbed my hand cream and passed it back to him. He was grunting now, just able to lift his body up from me enough to pull on my knickers, I yelped as the material caught and they ripped. He hoisted himself higher this time and he was up on his knees, the familiar sound of a squelch of cream and then the slurping of it rubbing. I though my heart was going to pound out of my chest when his two hand came down tighter side of me, close to me so I could not move my arms. Then his big probe pressed on me, slipping easily between my cheeks and then poking at me until met the least resistance and with an expert nudge he pushed into me. I cried out loud, he was big and it was uncomfortable, but it was still a cry of joy, not pain. He kept nudging in and I moaned and groaned until finally his skin pressed onto mine. I let out a breath I did not know I was holding as I savoured all of him inside me. At first he was slow and steady, he felt so good working me like that and soon he was faster and, to my pleasure, harder as he fucked me. All I could do was gasp and catch breath as he pummelled me, delighted for this most unexpected surprise. He lasted a minute or two longer and then his strokes turned into long pulls back before he let his weight fall back on me, fucking me hard and deep. He made the first real noises he had made in a while and his thick member seemed to swell that little bit more he pulsed and throbbed and heat spread through my rear as he pumped his come into me. He got off me almost straight away and I turned my head to watch him. He pulled his clothes straight and then walked back to the door, he nearly forgot and went to the table where he picked up his clipboard. He looked at me and I looked back at him. I tried to play it cool, but I was so high on what he had just done, how he had used me, I smiled widely, “When is the next inspection?” And he shrugged. He told me he was not sure, that I was clearly not taking the rules seriously. I lost my smile for a moment fearing he was being serious and then he added, “I think I need to start doing random checks.” He looked at me and my smile returned, “Yes,” he said, “unannounced, spot checks.” He left me lying there still not quite believing that happened, but I was so horny, I rolled over and wanked off in my ripped knickers, shooting such a big load up my chest and even hitting my neck!