Sophie settles in

The apartment was fabulously appointed and well thought out. She had her own room, and even her own, separate, entrance to the apartment should she so wish, as well as separate bathroom and kitchen

It was huge, so the the shared lounge, dining room, bathroom, office and utility rooms presented no issues.

He had his own bedroom, with an en suite and his own office. In his bedroom there was a luxurious bed so huge it was of a size unknown to Sophie. There was also a separate double bed, separated by a discrete curtain. This, he explained, was if she ever wished to sleep in his room, and she could draw the curtain as, or when, she wished.

Things were surprisingly normal when Sophie moved in. Looking back, Sophie realised that she had tried too hard to be ‘normal’ but that he, maybe more experienced or just better prepared had balanced that out such that she relaxed into a new regime quite quickly.

They were initially quite separate as she familiarised herself with her surroundings but, as she relaxed, they spent more and more time in each other’s company and she abandoned her dedicated areas within a day or so, preferring to share.

She could tell this was pleasing to him. Early on, his enjoyment at being with her, watching her became obvious. This was quite a thrill for Sophie, and she quickly attuned to leaving her bedroom door open so he could casually peek as she dressed or undressed, as well as becoming more relaxed in her dress code. One might say she tried less, since she made less effort to ‘dress up’ for him, in reality she tried hard to be her normal self, wearing her normal casual clothes. Letting him, still quite a stranger, see her in a t shirt and no knickers first thing in the morning was pleasant for her. It excited her.

There were some initial shocks but these just set the tone, as she adjusted to her normal lifestyle. The first time he walked into the shared bathroom as she was brushing her teeth for bed and casually had a pee as she did so, caught her by surprise. Sophie being Sophie, she took every opportunity to inspect his cock in the mirror. Old, veined, not to everyone’s taste, but Sophie was fascinated and felt a warm glow.

It also gave her the perfect excuse for ****. Sweeping in unannounced on him as he shaved the next morning before lifting her nightie and peeing ceremoniously and noisily, catching his eye in the shaving mirror as he looked at the dark triangle between her legs. Defiance in her eyes, not annoyance. This was going to cut both ways, mister.

One week in and she moved into his bedroom. Nothing was said, in fact she hadn’t planned it, it was a spur of the moment decision as she sat on her own bed. Her mind made up, she padded to his room and pushed open the door. He was reading in bed and, surprised, looked up. She just smiled and made her way to the bed behind the curtain. She drew the curtain back so the room was not divided before pulling her t shirt over her head, with her back to him. She could feel his eyes looking at her naked body. She liked that. She slid under the duvet and settled down to sleep. Not a word was spoken. Her hand lay between her legs. Having him there in the room, an older man that had just seen her naked, yet reading just feet away, excited her. She stroked herself softly, enjoyed masturbating secretly under the covers with him nearby, and had to bite the pillow when she came.