Into A Bigger Land - Chapter 10

Chapter 10

MArtin made his was back to his place. With her phone number? Yes, Mrs. Dazz actually gave him her business card. Her number, name an email and some other information work-related. But the most important thing were her name and number.

“Melody Dazz…” he read as he saved the card on his wallet. Maybe he could save her info on his phone? Or maybe later.

He was still feeling tired. Whatever they gave him, whatever the drink was, it had a lot of sugar. It was very sweet, and also tasty. They said whole-milk was better for his recovery, and the glucose will help him with an energy boost. Plus, the caffeine would also kick in onto the mix.

The bad thing is that he will soon have sugar-crash, and all of that sugar and caffeine will leave his system and his tiredness will be worse.

But he can still make it back home.

He was unsure if this was the sugar or if he was just hyped, but there were a ton of ideas coming to his mind.

What are the perks here? If he´s able to get these “treats” at a random coffee shop, which had a terrible customer service and he was still treated in a special way, what can he get at a place where people actually try?

How about walking into a clothing store? Can he get free things? The coffee they gave him was free, and it was amongst the most expensive ones on the menu. Can he get a free shirt? Free pants? Shoes?

Can he make-out with a sexy amazon clerk at the fitting rooms? To kiss and make love over the clothes people leave at the dressing rooms?

How about, when he´s short on money or just doesn´t feel like paying, can that be a thing too?

To walk into a grocery store and get a few items for free? Maybe produce? A drink? Bread? He´s thinking too low right now, but he soon had another idea.

Why cooking when he can go ahead and get free food? Free cooked food.

Can he walk into a restaurant and just get his meal for free? He wouldn´t be as despicable as to get the most expensive thing for free. Maybe not even a fancy restaurant, maybe just a random burgers place, some pizza restaurant, something like fast food.

But that also gave him an idea, can he get a special treat at a restaurant? To get a table at a packed place? With no reservation? To get his food  prepared first? Get a discount? To have the most tender piece of meat? The best of wines? The most delicious meal?

He´s feeling like a celebrity, he can´t deny that. But this is not just for fun.

He should not try to over-exploit this power. If it can be called a power, of course. He should be wise, careful.

There´s also another thing, what do they want? Women won´t just treat him right because they feel like it, right? They won´t be all nice and give him free stuff just because he´s a foreigner. They will want something in exchange.

Mrs. Dazz, she literally saved him. In some way, he feels like he owed her something. That guy could´ve hurt him, injure him real bad, and he was saved by this imposing amazon. She was tall, even for that tall guy. A jerk, there´s no other way to call him, but he was hostile.

And yet, he was not beaten up. However, he does feel like something´s going to hurt in the morning. Mrs. Dazz was passionate, very passionate.

He´ll text her, the last thing he wants is for her to get mad at him.

A simple text, nothing outstanding, nothing exaggerate. To greet her, tell her this is him and then she can have his phone number.

He might not know, but, right now, she´s waiting for him to text, or even call.

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He came back to his place. To this house he´ll be living on during his time here.

He opened the door, he was looking forward to lying in bed. He´ll text Mrs. Dazz before he falls asleep.

As soon as Martin walked into the room, he could notice something was off.

He´s been living here for a day, he doesn´t have that much stuff around to know if someone has moved his things. But he can feel something´s off.

Most of his stuff is still unpacked. He pulled out his clothes from his suitcase this morning. He was thinking of unpacking later today, but he felt so tired due to the unexpected sex, he´ll do it tomorrow.

The smell, there was something in the air.

He smells like sex, sweat and sex, he can easily tell when he walks into a place that smells nice. The question is, why does this place smell nice?

The place didn´t smell off on the first place. He´s been here just for one day, there´s no way he could´ve made a mess, but there´s something about this smell.

It smells clean, but freshly clean. Someone cleaned, it´s not the same smell from when he woke up. Bedies, didn´t the landlady cook in the morning? It should smell like food here, like breakfast. But it doesn´t.

She cleaned? Just now? While he was at work? When?

He was uncertain, he was unsure, and while his mind was full of thoughts. He could listen to a sound.

A very particular sound. Water, the sound of water falling. But it wasn´t rain, he just came from outside, it wasn´t raining.

Did it just start? No way, the sound seems to come from inside. The shower? He looked out the window, just to be sure, and when he saw no clouds in sight, he realized it was a shower.

Shortly after, he heard the unmistakable sound of a faucet shutting. That brief shriek when you turn it. And he wonders, is it here?

This place, this apartment, it´s part of a house. It was separated from a big house, transformed into departments. Could the walls be thin? Was he, maybe, listening to the sound of someone else´s bathroom? Someone else´s shower?

Well, the only other person living here is the landlady. Mrs. Hudson.

For a moment, he thought it could he her shower, her bathroom, and that he was only listening to the sound of her echo. But his theory was wrong.

He walked past the bathroom, only to see some steam flowing beneath the door. Someone was here, someone was at his bathroom, someone was taking a shower.

Who? Did he leave the door open? Did Marissa leave it open? Was there a stranger here? He was worried, a lot of things came to his mind. What if someone broke in? Maybe Marissa missed a stranger walking into the property?

Oh my, was she ok? Maybe they hurt her? He panicked, what if someone had trapped her?

His heart was racing inside his chest. He was paralized, unable to think on what to do, where to go, who to call!

Mrs. Dazz? She´s a big lady, maybe she could help? No way, she´s way too far to make it here soon enough.

His time was running up, soon, the door knob at the bathroom´s door turned, and then, someone emerged.

Fog, at first, a white fog was all over the hall. Escaping the bathroom, hiding this person´s face. Martin gave a step back, he was concerned. Who was this? And why him?

However, his worries soon faded as he realized who this was. The fog was clearing, and soon, he could see the silhouette of a lady, a curvaceous woman. He checked out her body, starting from the bottom and making his way up.

His heart was racing, thick legs, wide hips, her body covered by a towel only. He could see her bosom, and then, lookig up, he could see her face.

“Huh? Oh, hi dear! You´re back from work already?” This was Mrs. Hudson. Her kind smile, brightening the room.

Martin was so concerned, but this was the landlady.

“Sorry, hon. I ran out of hot water at my place. I hope you don´t mind if I use your shower, no worries, I´ll discount it from your bill.” she winked at him.

His concern soon turned into shyness. His landlady, Marissa Hudson, just walked out of his bathroom? She was using his shower? Of course, that´s not what concerns him, he doesn´t mind.

After all, this is her house, she owns the place, the whole place. The building, the property, he´s only renting. And he´s not the one paying, but the company he works on. So, on that side, he´s got no complaints.

The thing is… she´s kind of naked.

She walked out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but two towels. One on her hair, and the other one covering her body. Barely covering her torso.

The fog was cleared, it slowly fade away and now it was gone. Therefore, he´s got a nice view of her body.

He was aware she was curvaceous, he knew she was a sexy 6´5” mature amazon. However, he was not expecting her to be such a sexy milf!

Her legs, those long, bare legs. Looking so tender as she´s freshly out of a hot shower. The towel, wrapped around her body, accentuating her thin waist, barely holding up to her wide, fleshy hips. He wonders, is her butt visible from behind?

Her boobs are barely covered, her nipples barely hidden by the towel. He can see they are tight, he can tell they seem to want and pop out of this prison of fabric.

Her boobs jiggle when she speaks. Her bosom, it´s threatening to pop out. 

It was as if she was wearing a tiny dress, a very short and tight dress. She´s making him feel uncomfortable, but uncomfortably turned on.

What to do? What to say? She was such a kind lady, such a nice woman, he doesn´t want to ruin their relationship by leering at her sensuous, mature body.

“Careful, you might get lost if you stare too much.” she said.

He blushed, she caught him, didn´t she? She just said it, he´s staring, and he´s doing it in an abruptly way! She´s less than a couple feet away from him, it´s obvious he´s staring!

Soon, she giggled, “Aww, you blushed, that´s so cute! Don´t be shy,” she pinched his cheek with her manicured fingers, “It´s natural. Men can´t ignore them curves, right?” she was taking things surprisingly easy.

“Sorry…” he declared, looking aside in shame.

“Oh, don´t be sorry. It´s kind of flattering. Besides, if someone should be sorry, that´s me. Come on, walking out of a guest´s bathroom, semi-naked? I provoked you, you´re not the one doing wrong, but me.” At least she was fair.

Sure, she entered, unannounced, uninvited. She was teasing him, he was not leering at her. He didn´t came here with the intention of watching her almost naked.

Mrs. Hudson just apologized, she giggled and took things in a non-serious way. She picked her clothes and continued.

“I´ll replace these towels tomorrow. Sorry if I disturbed you, honey.” she added.

“No, don´t… don´t worry, I… it´s fine.” he added.

“Fine were my curves when I was young. Now, well, I can´t deny I´ve put on a few pounds… but I believe there´s people who say, the thicker the better, right?” she giggled once more and turned.

She left, walked to the door and headed back to her place. Still, her words stuck in his mind.

The thicker the better? He just glared at her one last time, to see her huge butt swaying. And he was right, the towel was riding up a bit on her derriere. He could see a bit of her naked butt.

He swallowed, so much tease from everyone around. He better get to bed and have some rest. At least while he can…