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The Caretaker Takes Care Of A young Man

The Caretaker Takes Care of A Young Man My mother and I constantly moved from place to place. I was in my mid-teens when we rented an upstairs flat at the rear of a two-storey block of four flats. The caretaker Vera, a pleasant happy English lady, occupied the front flat downstairs. Soon Mum was able to get a rent reduction of five shillings a week if I did a range of work to help Vera. As I received a shilling of this from Mum I was fairly happy with the arrangements. I pushed a mower around the small area of grass front and back, chopped wood and kindling, and other minor tasks in my spare time. Apart from the rent savings my mother was happy too. It meant while she worked I was not home from school alone. I was in Vera’s care. A lot of people around the neighbourhood thought Vera was a bit different. She was certainly forthright, but in a good-humoured way. Part of the problem was her skimpy clothing, particularly as the weather became warmer. Vera’s shorts were seen by some to be too short, her blouses too revealing. Certainly my mother didn’t think there was a problem. In fact Mum was bit inclined that way herself. If Vera was aware of the criticism she certainly took no notice of it. But I noticed her appearance and, worse still, enjoyed it. As I worked around the block of flats I frequently had the good fortune to have my fair share of close up views of Vera’s ample physical assets. She was in her late thirties, had short blond hair, blue eyes, a nice face and wide ...

... smiling mouth, with a peaches complexion. While she was short in stature she was strong in build. Large breasts filled out her blouses. Her backside hanging out of her brief shorts and legs always looked great to me. Work in her flat, or in the laundry at the rear of the block, always brought us into close contact. I saw different glimpses of her in both locations. Going in and out of her flat I had occasional glimpses of Vera that covered the full range of ad hoc possibilities: in bra and panties, topless, revealing housecoat and, best of all, nude. For a young man of my impressionable age such glimpses were simply wonderful and turned my perpetually half hard cock into a full erection. If Vera noticed my interest she ignored it, that is until one hot summer day in the laundry. Vera took in washing and ironing. My job in the laundry was to light the fire under the copper, and keep it burning until the clothes boiled. It was always hot there in the confined brick room. But an advantage was my closeness to Vera. She always chatted incessantly as we worked. And I always watched her. As she bent over in front of me the cheeks of her backside were there to be looked at. When she crouched the shorts hugged the split of her crutch. That day in the December holidays was especially hot. Vera wore no bra under her sleeveless blouse. A number of buttons down the front were undone. Her breasts swung enticingly in front of my eyes as we worked. My erection pushed at the fly of my old khaki ...