Of course!

I watch her flounce up the steps admiring her ass until it disappears around the corner. It doesn't surprise me when I see her take a right at the top of the stairs and head into her bathroom, after all I did cover her with thick streams of cum. I'm not sure if it is the sight of her perfect ass, the memory of my seed dripping from her mouth or the mental picture of her standing in the shower, but my cock starts to twitch and I can feel it slowly start to harden. I make no attempt to soften my steps as I climb the stairs so she is not surprised when I push open the bathroom door and see her standing in the shower with an welcoming grin on her face.

“Oh, Mr. P!” Alison is almost able to hide the giggle, but I was a teacher for long enough to know when a young woman is laughing at me. “I guess I haven't paid this month's rent in full then?” It takes me longer than it should to answer her as I watch the water streaming between her perky breasts and down through the tangle of downy golden curls that are so fine and light that at first I thought that this sheltered young beauty had shaved her pubes.

“Well, you made a good start.” I chuckle as I pull my polo over my head, “but I wouldn't be much of a landlord if I didn't insist on collecting my payment in full.”

“No Sir.” Alison turns slightly modestly hiding her breasts and the 'V' between her thighs but giving me a view of her profile and curve of her backside that photographers aspire to. “I guess I have to let you watch me like this, don't I?” She is trying to look demure and shy, but I can hear the excitement in her voice. “I bet you've been tempted to peek at me in the shower since the first week I moved in, am I right?”

“Maybe not the first week or two, but I have to admit that it has crossed my mind more than once.” I had too, but in none of my fantasies did my young tenant look as good as she does now. Without any more words I push down my khakis and boxers and in no time at all I am completely naked in front of a woman other than my wife for the first time in over forty years. Her eyes flicker up and down my body and she looks a little more like the sweet small-town girl I know she is. I step into the shower behind her, still not quite touching her but close enough that I can smell the scent of her floral body wash.

“Oh.” She seems flustered by the abrupt way that I intruded into her space, “What are you going to do, Mr. P?”

“Well, I'm going to help you clean up.” I tell her as I squeeze some of her body wash into my palm. “I'm going to wash every inch of your delightful young body.” The only response I get is a soft whimper when my hands first encircle her slender waist and the moan of pleasure when they climb upwards to her tits. I love the way her small nipples tighten as I caress her; I pinch the hard nubs gently, rolling them between my fingers until they jut out like little buttons.

“Ooohh, Mr. P.” The lather from the soap lets my hands glide over her smooth skin and once I've had enough of her tits one hand slides up to her throat while the other heads South over her firm belly and through the wet tangle of soft curls until I am cupping her sex firmly. “Aaghh, Oh Dear Lord Jesus that feels good!” The foam from the soap is dripping slowly from body but Alison is no longer even trying to control the direction of the pulsing showerhead as I grope her.

“Does this need a good cleaning, Angel?” I growl into her hair as I hold her trembling body tightly. “Is your pussy all dirty?” Her soft moan turns to a gasp when I push my fingers up into the tight slit. “I bet this little hole of yours has been dripping with juices all day long as you teased me.” I harden my tone and pull her back against my now throbbing member, “hasn't it?”

“Yes.” I barely hear the whisper over the running shower.

“What was that?” I demand tightening my sudsy fingers just a bit around her throat.

“Yes, Sir.” Much louder this time and she adds what I want to hear. “My vagina is full of nasty juices. I couldn't stop thinking about you and then you made me suck you, and it got even worse.”

“And now you're letting me finger you like a needy slut.” She is tight. Much tighter than Fran has been in years, but the body wash helped lubricate my fingers as they pump slowly in and out.

“Yes, Sir.” The shower head that had been held loosely in her hand drops to the floor of the shower spaying my ankles with sudden pulse of warm water. “You can do anything you want to me, Sir, I can't stop you.”