One of the features I liked about the bungalow house I bought a year ago was that the previous owners had converted the 2nd floor into a rentable apartment, complete with a separate and private stairway to the entry door. I’m also glad that the previous owners completed the conversion because the more I checked it out, the more I realized that there was a lot of construction work going on here back in the day. They added a small Dormer for the bathroom and a Dormer for the entry door, a Dormer for the living room area, and small deck just outside the entry door. They also closed off the interior staircase with a wall upstairs. I mean, the power tools must have been buzzing for weeks.
My downstairs had plenty of space for me because my bungalow was a little longer than the standard square box bungalows and I ended up with, LOL, a fancy set of storage shelves at a 47 degrees angle. And with some fine oak shelves too and by that, I mean they are good looking oak steps that have been reduced to holding boxes.
I’m Chris and I’m now a landlord in the city of Middleton.
My tenant, Brandi, has a nice clean and safe place to live, has her own small deck just outside her entry door, has excess to my deck and the backyard and has her own private driveway, LOL, because she just started to make her own driveway out of what used to be grass. And that is fine with me because that side of the property isn’t anything to write home about and there is actually less grass to cut. Especially after I had a local contractor come in, do the proper prep work and lay down a single lane of Asphalt for Brandi to use.
I met Brandi at her work. which is at the “Stop & Rob” convenience store just around the corner on Glenwood Street. She was always at work when I would stop in and after a few weeks of casual chit chat, I learned that she was looking for a place to rent in Middleton. Apparently, her life in Hillsdale had become too much for her and she wanted to make a fresh start somewhere else. I’m glad that she chose Middleton.
So, about three months ago, she agreed to meet with me after she got off work on a Friday afternoon so I could give her the grand tour of my small, one bedroom 2nd floor apartment. I knew by the look in her eyes that she found her new “fresh start” home. We signed a rental lease agreement and she began her move in process within a few days.
Both of us spent the first 3 months figuring things out. I did my best to a good and fair landlord and she did her best to keep things on the quiet side. We had a good balance going, which also included how I could sit in the rear Family Room and see her climbing her steps through my Patio Door windows and what I mean by that is Brandi has a nice body and she loves her Denim shorts, not that I would just sit there and peek at her or anything, mind you.
After Brandi’s first 3 months as my tenant, I had a fruit basket delivered to her apartment to show my appreciation of a good first three months and by that, I mean Brandi pays the rent on time and she is much quieter than I was prepared for. Brandi’s still young and I was prepared for some loud music or something and really, that hasn’t been a problem, so far.
After the fruit basket was deliver, and no, I didn’t deliver it, Brandi came down the stairs and used the little gate that allowed her to step onto my deck and softly knocked on my Patio doors. I answered the door to her big smile and knew she was here to thank me for the fruit. Which she did and with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, I might add.
After which she asked me to go up to her deck so she could explain something to me. She didn’t seem to upset, so I figured that maybe she found a loose deck board or maybe a loose railing slat. I was wrong.
She had me stand next to her Chaise Lounge chair and look around and sure enough, from the rear of my house, at her 2nd floor apartment level, there were three houses that had a decent view of her deck which meant if she laid out to soak up sun, she may be spied on. I understood her concern, but I didn’t want to add any privacy weaving on the deck railings, so I offered to buy her a couple of large beach towels that she could drape over the railing as a method to provide her with additional privacy. I also pointed out where I could install a couple of hooks where she could just hang the towels out on the deck so they always be handy anytime she wanted to lay out.
She accepted my solution by wrapping her arms around my neck, pulled me in for another kiss on the cheek and whispered into my ear that a new Chaise Lounge chair would be appreciated. There may have been a little body rubbing going on, which I also appreciated, so I probably fell under her spell and agreed to look around the store for a new chair as I was picking up her privacy beach towels and the small cooler that she requested for her small deck because, you know, it will fit right there. Oh, and by the way, I was to find large beach towels that had a Tan or Brown color base to match the color of the deck and railing stain color.
I’m not sure who was playing who, but I was pretty sure that she was playing me and I’m pretty sure she knew that I was paying a small price for spying her legs as she went up and down her stairs and by that, I mean I think she knew that she gets me hard.
I spent a little time at the big box store and found her a new Chaise Lounge that matched the deck color and had a built-in pillow. I also found three large beach towels that were somewhere between Brown and Tan and a package of outdoor hooks. And the good landlord, I bought her the cooler she wanted, a few tubes of sun tan lotion and a new pair of flip flops because they were right there next to lotion.
The sun was setting as I finished installing the hooks, checking out that the towels worked as planned and positioned the Chaise in the corner. Or in other words, my title just went from Slum Lord to Landlord King.
She emerged from her apartment, approved the work and the chair and planted a peck on my lips just before she hung the towels over the railings. I didn’t ask for it, but Brandi dropped down to her knees and gave me a moonlight blow job right there on her deck. There is nothing in our lease agreement that says upgrades will be rewarded with sex, but it turned out to be a nice “write in” line item. It was also the best blow job I ever had and the time I ever had any kind of sex outdoors, which made it a little more exciting.
Even though I was breathing and grunting heavier and louder than I ever have before, Brandi barely flinched as she made sure I knew she was swallowing. She did however, change things up a little. She gave me a few moments to gather myself together, pecked me on the lips and asked me to consider a small reduction in her monthly rent. I didn’t say yes and I didn’t say no, but that was mostly because I couldn’t talk and that was mostly because that was actually my very first blow job, inside or out and that’s because I couldn’t admit that in the paragraph above. Oh, and that’s because I didn’t want to be known around town as the guy who took 32 years to get sucked off. I mean, I want to be known as the Landlord King.
And don’t be too quick to judge me. I mean, I’m not dating and Brandi hasn’t had any suitors that I’m aware of, so we’re two single adults who can have sex on the deck if they want to and that’s that!
And to maintain my title and status as the Landlord King, I told Brandi that I would relocate the home security camera on the upper rear corner of the house so it didn’t capture her deck as much, you know, to increase her sun tanning privacy. She responded with a quick smack on the lips and told me that as long as I didn’t share the video on the Neighborhood Watch group website, then the camera angle could stay right where it is. In other words, Brandi got her reduction in her monthly rent.
And to my ex-girlfriend, Sherri, hah, I can get it up twice in one night. If you don’t believe me, just ask Brandi, you know, someone who can actually get me up for a second time, or check the “in your face” posts that I tag on your homepage. And by the way Sherri, I will repost it every time you delete it until you block me and by that, I mean, hey babe, why haven’t you blocked me and are you free soon?
Just as Brandi probably expected, I had my eyes glued to my security video most afternoons while she laid out in the sun on her deck. I mean, it was so much better than daytime TV.
Brandi may lack a few of the classic hour glass curves in her 2-Piece swimming suit, but all that exposed skin quickly over ruled all that stuff. And that statement holds true even though her bikini is of a more modest style. But it wasn’t her exposed belly that brought about another possible reduction in her rent proposal as much as it was her tan balancing methods. Which, by the way, had me reeled in, hook, line and sinker. And based by the way she would glance up at the camera lens, she knew that.
I found myself mesmerized by her tan lines balancing methods. Maybe Brandi wanted just a hint of a bikini tan line or maybe she was afraid to get too deep of a bikini tan line. Either way, she basically tanned for 20 minutes with her top on and 10 minutes with her top off. Which was thrilling all by itself, but when she removed her very modest and very full cut bikini bottoms and revealed her hidden thong bikini to tan her buns for an additional 5 minutes, well, those were very difficult minutes for me.
Chang lurkers may not rate Brand’s butt as a 10, but she wasn’t going any lower than a 7 and if they could see her buns as clearly as I can, well, her buns are at least an 8. Maybe a little higher because the way her thong strap disappears between her golden globes speaks volumes and my dick confirms it.
Half of the fun was trying to figure out which statement her cheese cake screamed louder, squeeze me or spank me. Either way, I was listening.
And somehow, I think she knew that I could listen intently and stroke off at the same time. Hah, and they say men can’t do two things at once. Hah!
What I wasn’t sure of was if she knew or not was how hard it was for me to make it until she rolled back over and gave her front a few minutes of tanning in her little thong. And when I say a little thong, I mean it is very clear that she is cleanly shaven down there. There may be a small patch under that thong, but I’m going with no, she is hairless until otherwise proven. I’ll send her a text later and request a court date sometime this week, just as soon as I come out of my hypnotic trance.
A trance that I may not come out of anytime soon because when Brandi looked up at the camera and lowered her sunglasses and used her eyes to point down to her tiny thong covered front, I became totally mentally incapacitated as I zoomed in on her middle section.
I couldn’t help but to drool over the way her soft little fem boy dick laid sideways across her crotch under her small thong triangle. And I couldn’t help but to wonder if her head would peek out of the side of her thong if she were to get hard. I also wondered why she wasn’t hard and by that, I mean I’m still stroking my spent dick because of her wonderful view.
I didn’t wonder how big or small Brandi was because I knew how small her thong is and all I can see on my video screen is a cute and sexy outline. I also stopped wondering if her small size was alluring, but I wondered if I might see it the next time she kisses because so far, she kisses me every time I perform a landlord good deed.
And I’m pretty sure that I made a mistake by not continuing with the hard wood flooring right through to the kitchen and I’m positive that I would be the best landlord ever if I called the flooring contractor back this week.
I suppose you can call Brandi a crossdresser or a Tranny or maybe even a Trap, but I call her my tenant.
Brandi might call herself a master at negotiations because she holds up our rental agreement every time she winks at the camera.
I called my home security provider and requested HD cameras.
End Brandi Playful 01