Firstly a brief insight to how this situation came about.

I was lucky enough to get a job straight after school in the print trade, including in house training, within several months l became a trusted member of the team and had learnt the operation of the machine l had been employed to use.

Within a couple of years, our company part merged with a London based company, we were Midlands based so around about a 120 mile commute. Our company invested in a new machine which I'd already been trained on, as for the old machine, that was broken down and re assembled in the London factory. I had been tasked with driving down a couple of days a week to teach one of the guys how to operate it, but unfortunately, he was a bit unreliable, he would be late or sometimes even not turn up. More often and not, I'd be going down there and just running the machine myself. It wasn't ideal, but I was getting fuel money and a little extra in my pay packet for the inconvenience.

Well the guy who was supposed to be trained, within a month had handed his notice in, and then the powers that be asked if l would be interested in working in London for a few months until things could get sorted. I was reluctant at first, yes I was single and still living with parents, but I didn't fancy leaving all my football mates etc. Unfortunately in the end, I had to yield to the companies wishes, l remember my Dad saying it would be a good experience. I was to be based in Acton, North London for six months, with the companies paying for my board. It was a big commitment for me, back then we had no internet or mobile phones.

A terrace house within walking distance from my new workplace, with no parking was to become my new accommodation. l would leave my car on the company carpark.

It was only later that I found out that the female owner of the property was a friend of a friend of someone within the company, who had a spare room and was just trying to generate a little extra cash, this is how I first met Miss Stacey Ward.

I was obviously a little apprehensive that first evening as I rang the doorbell to Miss Ward's property but her warm smile and friendly manor soon put me at ease... she explained that she was a complete novice to being a landlady and having a lodger share her home. It was more a requirement of her circumstances and not really something that was her field of expertise. She went on to ask me to respect her and her home, there were no locks on any of the interior doors, she didn't feel the need to turn her home into anything but a home, as she didn't know if what she was doing was going to become a long term thing at the moment. It was the start of the summer l remember also. She told me strictly no girls to be brought back, I could use every room and all appliances, the only one request she had being that l must not go into her bedroom, that was her private space, occasionally she would have girlfriend's over... she politely asked if that would be the case, I would have to keep myself entertained in my bedroom, and that was pretty much about it for house rules. She then proceeded to show me around the house, garden and then to my room.

All in all, I guess that I'd landed on my feet, I had my own bathroom as Miss Ward's bedroom was ensuite, my working days were 8 till 3.30pm and Miss Ward worked in the City, with a 9 till 5 job with a train commute, so I wouldn't see her in the morning and l had a good couple of hours me time when I got back from work.

I never really at that point had any sexual attraction to Miss Ward, she must have been in her mid thirties at the time, always dressed in a navy or black suit for work, being summer a knee length shirt mostly, sometimes trousers depending on the weather or meetings, all of which I found out as time went by through conversation with her, she would always cook herself a good meal in the evening, l think she tried to eat healthy, she certainly wasn't over weight, not much to her at all really. As for myself, I wasn't the best cook, normally soup or beans on toast etc. I would make myself sandwiches in a morning for work and within a couple of days had found the local chippy and greasy spoon cafe. In the evening we would chat, with mainly Miss Ward asking all the questions, she enjoyed watching the soaps and then would normally try and find a film to watch before bed, she enjoyed a wine and although quite house proud and tidy, she did enjoy a cigarette but not to extreme. l had never smoked, but I did enjoy her company, we even had a evening of playing Scrabble together on the first week of my stay with her.

I guess looking back we were just making the best of each others company and the circumstances that we found ourselves in.

And that's pretty much how things progressed for the first couple of weeks, from a weekly work day. On a weekend, weather permitting Miss Ward would spend most of her Sunday tidying up in her garden, a lovely sun trap if I remember correctly, and Saturday morning was always a clean the house and food shopping day for her.

l soon began to feel comfortable in her presence, she pretty much left me to my own thing, not that I had much to do, l had my radio and would listen to the football at the weekend and generally pop to the off licence for a few beers to enjoy, if the weather was good I'd sometimes take a walk, just to familiarise myself with the area, although Miss Ward would often tell me where anything was if I needed to know, she knew the area well.

It was a warm wednesday afternoon, into the third week of my stay.

l arrived back at Miss Ward's house and let myself in, making a coffee and proceeded to watch some afternoon TV quiz show for half hour. I washed up went upstairs to change and shower....l lay on my bed and decided to have a quick look at the couple of porn magazines I'd picked up from the off licence store, a Club and Fiesta or something of that kind.... soon enough l was getting myself aroused and after undressing and having a little play l decided to take a shower and finish myself off in their....l think I'd been particularly turned on by a bathroom photoshoot from one of the mags ...l put on the radio as usual and began to enjoy the warmth of the water, before my thoughts drifting away to the brunette in the magazine....l continued to lose myself in the moment, you know how these things are.... speeding up, and then slowing down, I had plenty of time, so why rush... I'd let myself get hard before slowing down, cooling the water and then warming myself back up again.... suddenly a voice.... louder than the radio.....it was Miss Ward.... opening the door she shouted.... fresh towels, forgot to change them this morning... followed by....oh my!!!

Miss Ward was looking directly into the round shaving mirror above the sink which was positioned in such a way unknown to me directly into the gap in the shower curtain that didn't run all the way across the bathtub to the far wall of the bathroom... we were looking directly at each other... my cock in hand doing my best to hide my obvious erection... she seemed to stare at me for an age, I know it wasn't, it just seemed a moment that frozen in time.... she made her apologies and quickly disappeared downstairs....my heart was racing, she had definitely caught me, but maybe she didn't see anything.... how could I be sure, I found myself looking into the mirror trying to work out her angle of view...I stayed in my room for a good hour before summing up the courage to go downstairs. I glanced into the living room, Miss Ward sat with the TV on and her back to me...l went to the kitchen and made myself a coffee wondering if I should approach her and apologise, maybe just sit with her as she watched the soaps or weather to just slip back upstairs to my room, which in the end was the option l choose.

l didn't sleep much that night, thinking about the fact I'd ruined everything, Miss Ward had been so good and kind to me up until this point....l just hadn't expected her to arrive home early.

Thursday morning, as usual I got up before Miss Ward and took myself pretty sharply to work, but obviously couldn't take my mind off what had happened, and dreading going back to her home at the end of the evening... all day every time the boss approached for a word, l felt dread that Miss Ward could have reported me in so way, I was young and naive and very worried. I got home quickly changed and showered sticking on the news on TV in an attempt to take my mind off things... Miss Ward was late this evening l thought to myself....l decided to go out for some food, the chippy, l slipped on my shoes and got some cash, and then just as l opened the front door stood Miss Ward.... her usual sharp navy suit, white blouse, black heels, her soft white skin and almost black hair tied up in its usual way, she smiled awkwardly, pushing her oversized black rimmed glasses back onto the bridge of her nose....oh hi, Lewis... you off out.....I replied... yes, just going to get a fish and chips, anything l can get you, hoping that she might agree as maybe a peace offering... unfortunately she declined, she had already eaten with a work colleague....l said fine no worries.... she looked again at me....l really do think that we need to chat though and clear a few things up though under the circumstances, do you not agree.

I must have gone crimson in colour, not being sure how to reply.... Miss Ward continued.... dinner tomorrow night in the kitchen, find yourself a nice shirt out and make yourself look presentable, we'll chat then.

I managed to get in an hour's overtime on the Friday afternoon and remember leaving at around 4.30pm before arriving back at Miss Ward's terrace at around ten to five. Apprehensive, worried, embarrassed, all kinds of emotions going through my head as to what was going to be said and develop over the planned evening meal.

I decided my best approach would be to be humble and apologise for what she had seen in the shower and just to try and keep away from the subject. As I entered the house and made my way through the small porch, the aroma of home cooked food took over my senses. Afternoon Miss Ward as I walked past the kitchen entrance.... the food smells lovely..... she smiled.... it's my speciality dish.... lasagne, Mediterranean mixed vegetables, side salad and garlic bread.... hope you like....l replied.... sounds amazing. Hoping that it will be ready for about 7ish if that's ok with you as she took a quick look at the wall clock and took a sip of her wine.

I mentioned to her that I'd be ready, and that I'd go and get my self freshened up and changed... she replied... okay no problem, oh and Lewis.... please no wanking in the shower!!!

I made my way upstairs, shut the door and lay on the bed for twenty minutes or so, how had l been so stupid to get caught like this. I realised that I'd just got to get on with it, I had my job to think about, worse case scenario l guess would have been to be sent home, or maybe find another landlady or landlord, I'm sure that there were plenty in the area, I could always ask at work l thought to myself.

I decided to shower, shave and shampoo etc, get changed and made myself presentable before taking up the courage to make my way back downstairs just before 7pm.

Miss Ward certainly scrubbed up well, I hadn't really noticed earlier, she had took off her apron to reveal a tight fitting red dress with a black swirl pattern all over it... black stockings and heels... She made her way to the fridge as l walked into the kitchen and handed me a beer....l thanked her, before giving her a complaint about her dress.... she smiled..... well thank you Lewis, that's very kind of you, as she then proceeded to hand me a glass to pour my beer into.

She had been busy whilst I'd been upstairs, she had set the table and done most of the washing up and put everything she had finished with away, she had lit candles around the kitchen and switched off the main ceiling lights, but had left the hallway light on which cast a nice beam of light across the one area of the kitchen, a hint of some kind of classical music played on a mini CD player in the corner of the kitchen. Miss Ward invited me to sit at the table as she joined me after a quick stir of the vegetables...l raised my glass .... cheers Miss Ward.... not really being sure what to say or do.... she replied tapping my glass with hers.... cheers...oh and please call me Stacey... she replied with a smile....l must admit, she had gone to a lot of trouble, her hair was down and longer than I expected, I'd only ever seen it bunched up, or in a ponytail, her makeup was also exquisite and somehow complimented the dress she wore.... here's to a good evening.....as she smiled over the table at me... I know I was thinking it, maybe my luck was going to be in tonight.

We sat, talked and enjoyed the lovely meal that Stacey had prepared, she was constantly topping up her wine, with no hint that she was becoming a little tiddly so to speak, I however, who wasn't the biggest of drinker's back then found myself lighten up as the evening progressed. We had almost finished our meal, just general chitter chat before Stacey cooley remarked....l enjoyed what I saw in the shower Wednesday afternoon Lewis, I would like to see more ... again sipping her wine as she waited for my reaction....l hesitated....l must apologise Miss Ward... sorry Stacey....it won't happen again..... again Stacey spoke.....is that so, tell me Lewis, did I spoil your fun, or did you manage to get yourself off after I'd gone.... again a firm glare in my direction....l replied that I hadn't continued, I just got out of the shower, dried myself off and went to my room, remarking that it had kind of killed the moment as l lowered my head to the floor.

Stacey spoke.... what if I said that you could finish yourself off, would you. I looked at her a little confused. .. I'm sorry, I don't really understand..... Stacey looked directly at me again.... right here, right now.... you could if you wanted, again lifting her glass...l began to try and change the conversation and make light of her comment....so what are we having for dessert.... using a bit of innuendo l thought might lighten the atmosphere.... she quickly replied....my dear, you are the dessert....I wasn't quite sure what she meant by that, but I soon was to find out. Confused l looked across the table at her, my mind racing. Stacey continued to speak....l enjoyed what I saw and would like to see more....l was shocked and embarrassed about what she was saying, you will partake won't you Lewis for me, after all I have gone to a lot of trouble with this meal that I've cooked for us. I took another drink from my beer before speaking......so you want to see me shower again..... Stacey laughed.... well maybe, but for now I was hoping that you would just get undressed here in the kitchen for me and show me what you were doing in the shower when I caught you.

I couldn't believe what she was saying, I began to laugh nervously, pretty sure she was joking in some way, but she definitely wasn't.

I poured myself another drink and looked down to the floor....oh stop being shy Lewis, it didn't look like you had anything to hide from what I saw, surely you must be having a bit of a thrill about getting your clothes off for me, you must have been thinking about it Wednesday night, I know I was... again she smiled across the table at me.

Besides, I do hold all the cards when you think about it, your company paid for your keep here after all... part of the agreement was that they payed for your six month stay up front as l wanted to use the cash to get the rear garden sorted out over the summer, it really wouldn't look that good for you if I had to go back to them with a problem like me being uncomfortable with what I saw you doing in my shower would it.

I think that I was visibly shaking at this point. Remembering back l was probably only about 9 and half stone soaking wet. All sorts of emotions were going on in my head, embarrassment, nervous, shy, apprehensive, yet also a little excitement, I still thought that l might have a chance of some kind of fumble with Miss Ward.

Come on, chop, chop, get them off....Miss Ward clapped her hands.....get up, I want you to stand over there, in that patch of light that's beaming down on the kitchen floor, being cast from the hallway light....l did as instructed, watching as Miss Ward, now moved from her seat at the table to the one where I sat, she wanted to be closer and have no obstruction from her view.... looking back l wish I'd been a little more forward, she must have been getting a right kick from the situation, after all as l later found out, she was almost 35 years old, and here she was with a 19 year old kid.

She crossed her leg and took a sip of her wine, she had put down an ashtray, open box of fags and lighter on the table by my dinner plate.

I unbuttoned my black short sleeve shirt, shaking and fumbling with the buttons as I did so, before kicking off my ankle boots as my socks came off with them....l stood topless before as she reclined back into her chair..... nice Lewis, do carry on, her eyes focused on my light jeans, her head nodded suggesting that I should remove them.... she spoke as I began to unbuckle my belt ... slowly.... again I did as l was told, eventually tugging at my fly buttons to reveal the top of my white boxer shorts...l continued to undress, as l slipped them down past my thighs and down to my ankles before stepping myself out of them......l picked them up and placed them over the radiator with my shirt.

At this point, looking at Miss Ward staring at me as she lit up a cigarette she spoke again.... turn yourself around for me Lewis, I did as I was told......l heard the chair move and smelt her perfume as she moved closer, a couple of footsteps sound as she approaches.....l feel her breathing against my back as she slowly walks around me, looking me up and down, before returning back to her seat.... okay Lewis, slowly pull those boxers down, still with my back to her.... come on let me see that young ass..... I remember being quite relieved at this point, as I dropped my boxers and stepped out of them l took the opportunity to give my cock a couple of yanks in an attempt to get some blood into it..... cute ass Lewis, please turn around and face me now. Again I did so obviously crossing my hands across my cock.... she looked me up and down again, taking another drag of her cigarette.... place your hands behind your head for me Lewis.

With more hesitation l did as I was told, my young cock now fully exposed to her..... she gave me a smile as she focused herself on my body, seemingly her eyes fully focused on my slight semi.....l stood and waited for her to comment as she slipped at her wine...l was kind of hoping that this was going to be the end of my ordeal, but I was very wrong..... Miss Ward spoke..... show me now what you were doing in the shower, you know.....l looked at her confused and she now used her hand to gesticulate a familiar motion towards me.... reluctantly I did as I was told, slowly stroking my cock as I felt it begin to spring up to life in my hand.....l looked at Miss Ward as she watched me as l stroked myself in front of her until my cock was now standing upwards out of my body of it's own accord.....she told me to move my hand, she wanted a better look at my full erection, it's head facing upwards at about a forty five degree angle towards her, she watched as it dropped slightly, now almost horizontal and pointing towards her.... again she instructed me to play with myself again.... she would ask me if it felt good, what l was thinking about now, and what l was, or who l was thinking about in the shower.... she asked if I had a girlfriend and if I were missing her...l muttered that l didn't have a girlfriend, which seemed to please her......so we're you thinking of me in that case, did you want to be caught, is that what you were hoping for.... her words were getting me harder as l began to stroke myself with more vigor now.... my head confused, but I guess that she might have been right... maybe l was thinking about her in my subconscious..... all l knew now that I was getting rock hard in front of her, it was a warm house and l wasn't cold at all.... such a nice hard cock Lewis, are you going to cum for me Lewis?

Miss Ward was now watching intently as l wanked myself in her kitchen directly in front of her..l felt a little precum oozing from me as I continued to masterbate myself....l began to moan and felt my body tighten up as I felt myself getting closer, almost getting to the point of no return, l looked as Miss Ward focused solely on my pending orgasm, her right hand holding her wine glass her left hand having her fag between her fingers a couple of inches from her slightly open mouth.... you going to explode for me Lewis, I'd love to see you blow a hot load of cream for me....I muttered that l was getting closer, and asking her to pass over some kitchen tissues...a reply.... hahaha, silly boy, no l don't think so...l want to see that hot spunk unloaded all over the place, like you would have in the shower.... things were now getting too much for me, I had lost all of my earlier emotions now, I just wanted to cum, weather she watched or not....I stroked myself faster and harder, knowing that I was now losing control and at that point of no return.... shit I'm going to cum, I'm gonna cum...l tried to fight it and hold back, but couldn't...l felt a big load shoot out of me as it splashed onto the laminate flooring, barely missing Miss Ward's black foot wear... another couple of heavy loads of warm sticky cum shot out of me as I couldn't hide my excitement at cumming and being watched... Miss Ward spoke...holy fuck, that's a lot of cum...as a couple of smaller globs landed on the floor closer to me... before another couple of larger loads lunched out of my cock with Miss Ward's words of encouragement ...l slowly calmed down my strokes as I squeezed the last drops out of me, my legs weak and feeling light headed.... such a good boy Lewis, and so much cum....l reached in embarrassment for my beer and had a good mouthful. I then went for my clothing before Miss Ward noticed and spoke.... not so fast Lewis... Miss Ward got up and offered me a clean flannel, ... get yourself upstairs and cleaned up, then get yourself downstairs and join me in the living room and don't get yourself dressed until I tell you to do so.

I took myself up to the bathroom and cleaned myself up before returning to Miss Ward, she instructed me to get into the kitchen and clean up the mess I'd made on the floor which I obviously did....l picked up my drink and returned to the living room with Miss Ward now tapping the sofa seat next to her indicating that I sit next to her, still bollock naked.... she flicked through the limited account for channels before she settling on the premiere of the original Die Hard... how appropriate l remember thinking...... and that is how it began, Miss Ward turned what had happened into a regular Friday night thing for my next five month stay, but also created other eventful scenarios which always lead to me finding myself in a CFNM situation, of course she would watch me shower on occasion, I'd help in her garden and would end up getting naked, fortunately the garden wasn't overlooked.. she found my selection of porn magazines whilst I was at work and I was confronted by her about them and what l had them for... another occasion she had a girlfriend over, no unfortunately I didn't get lucky, but I did overhear a bit of conversation when in the kitchen, something in reference to a holiday they had taken in the south of France, Miss Ward and her friend had been looking through a photo album of holiday memories and chat about how good Stacey had looked in that bikini.... well I had to see it, that kind of became a mission....Miss Ward would often tease me by not wearing a bra sometimes. She would sometimes make coffee if I was late getting up, again with the expectation of seeing my morning wood, she would watch at the side of the bed as l sorted myself out and then wash and change the bedding.... she would sunbathe too on the patio, always uncoupling her bra strap when tanning her back, with full knowledge of the fact that I'd be watching and wanting to wank myself off for her.

Good memories, and it's nice to reminisce...l just wish I'd been more forward, confident and had a little more experience at the time....l remember one morning Stacey coming into my bedroom with a coffee...it was warm and I only had a lite sheet covering my body.... pretty obvious to anyone that I had a bit of morning wood going on, she encouraged me to play with myself under the sheet as she sat on the side of the bed, after a short while she decided to pull the sheet back to watch properly, her forearm accidently pushed against my hardness...l can still see her face now as she put her hand to her mouth to hide her grin.....her anger when she found out that I'd found her holiday photos and then sitting me down a couple of days later besides her.... naked of course... she would take out my favourite ones and show them me, she wanting to see how hard they made me, even letting me wank myself over one in particular while she watched.

I felt guilty and dirty but I could only wish that it was her body l was blasting my load over instead of a image of a centrefold who looked very much like her.