Michaela wearily trudged up the stairwell of her apartment building. The lift was broken, though that seemed to be the only downside of her new place. In the second nicest area of the city, surrounded by amenities and only a 12 minute walk, 10 if she was in a rush, from the law firm she worked at. And for so cheap as well? Comparing to other neighbouring buildings, this apartment seemed to be around thirty percent cheaper than others. She was always told to be wary that if it seems too good to be true, it probably is. However she'd thoroughly read through the contract, and could find no issues.

She was ecstatic that the week was over, the stress of moving on such short notice had taken it's toll on her. Reflecting on her interactions for the day, she was snappy, brash and short-tempered. Very out of character for her. She hoped that her flatmate, Nathan, didn't have a sour first impression of her. She found him somewhat attractive, but hadn't dared to show it yet. For all she knew, he may already have a girlfriend. Or even a boyfriend, she barely knew anything about him outside of his name. Wherever he worked, it was a later shift than hers. During her morning routine she'd always pass his closed bedroom door when getting ready for work, no signs of life from the other side of it though his shoes, coat, keys & everything were still in their homes. Usually somewhere around midnight when trying to drift off to sleep, she'd hear the front door open. It always made her jump and tense up initially, though after the sounds of taking off shoes and hanging up a coat, a few seconds later a closing door would follow. It seemed that Nathan would go straight to his room after work, or whatever he did, each day.

Breathing a sigh of relief as she approached the front door, a sight she'd longed for all day, she found her keys in the purse and mindlessly fumbled them into the lock. The door opened and after a few clicks of her heels on the hardwood floor, she carelessly kicked them off & to the side. She took her shining black hair out of the tight ponytail it had been restrained to all day and let it billow as if she was in a shampoo advert. All she wanted this evening was to chill out in front of the TV with a tall glass of her favourite red. Though she thought to herself, no more than one or two glasses, she'd planned to ask Nathan out to breakfast tomorrow. Not as a date, just as a getting-to-know-you type thing. After all they were going to be flatmates for the foreseeable future, or so she hoped.

Gliding across the flat with relief that she was finally home, she entered her room and closed the door behind her.

Why did I close the door? It's not as if he's going to be home anytime soon, it's barely 7pm. Or maybe if he did come home early and saw me getting changed, would that be the worst thing in the world?

She placed her purse on her dresser and walk to her mirror, watching herself as she untucked her blouse and began to unbutton it. As she did every time she got undressed, she checked herself out. With how busy she'd been the past couple of weeks, she'd rarely gone to the gym. Fortunately, there were no signs of her falling out of shape yet. She'd practically finished her move, there were only two or three boxes of clothes left at her parent's place to collect, as and when she had a chance. She threw her blouse onto her bed and eagerly reached behind her back to the clasp on her bra, she released it and threw her arms forward, letting the bra slide down them as she threw her head back, glad her chest was free from the cage it'd been in for nearly ten hours.

Staring at her shapely breasts in the mirror she jiggled them a bit. Still perky as ever, though she would be worried if she'd already began to sag at 28. She inspected the imprints on her shoulders the adjustments on her bra had left her, frowning slightly as she looked them over.

I definitely need to adjust that one, but not right now. Tonight, is my night.

She reset her expression and unzipped her skirt before wriggling out of it and letting it fall to the floor. She turned sideways to inspect her stomach, still flat. She patted it a few times before sticking each thumb inside her tights, pulling them down accompanied by her thong & stepping out of the pile of clothes she'd made around her feet. Her pubic hair had started to grow to a length she was unhappy with, and it had definitely bothered her slightly throughout the day. She made a mental note to shave it when she had that long bubble bath she'd daydreamed about all day.

Michaela stepped over to her drawers, enjoying the freedom of being able to move about naked. She opened her underwear drawer first, to find a cozy pair of boyshorts to hug her hips for the evening. After putting on a soft, pastel yellow pair she'd settled on she felt something was amiss, something in her underwear drawer. She rummaged through as a look of confusion and concern appear on her. Where was her favourite navy thong? She'd planned to wear it tomorrow. She always liked to save her favourite clothes for Saturdays especially since, best case scenario, she might even get laid for the first time in a while.

It has to be here... I must have packed it... There's no reason why I wouldn't... I'm sure it was here yesterday...

She gave up and threw the panties she'd amassed in her palms back into the drawer and closed it in a huff. She'd have to go over to her parent's place tomorrow, she didn't feel very comfortable about calling her dad and asking him to search through a box of her underwear. She threw the same t-shirt she lounged around in yesterday evening over her torso and picked up the pile of clothes she'd made on the floor, along with the blouse on her bed. Michaela opened her bedroom door and walked towards the utility room with the intent of throwing her clothes in the washing machine, forgetting about them, and jumping straight on the sofa with that glass of wine she'd promised herself.

Her impulse got the better of her, she walked straight to the kitchen and put her clothes on the counter before reaching for a glass from the cupboard and her wine from the rack. The weight of the bottle felt off, she inspected the volume and was certain that some was missing. Actually, a lot was missing, barely enough for a glass. She last had a glass Monday night and thought, did Nathan take some? It was sort of fine if he did but after all this was her wine, her favourite wine. All he had to do was ask. Her brow was furrowed as she poured the remainder into the glass, barely filling it. She took a sip of the liquid and relished in her favourite flavour. Determined not to let anything else irritate her that evening she set the glass down and picked up her clothes and headed back towards her original destination of the utility room.

She knelt before the washing machine and amidst the small pile of clothes she saw it, her navy thong. Her favourite navy thong that made her ass look better than any thong in the world did. Her head recoiled and she buried her chin slightly in her neck, she definitely didn't wear it yesterday. She reached into the belly of the machine and pulled her thong out with one hand. Immediately she noticed something was wrong. Unlike the dry clothes in the machine, her thong was patchily damp. She dropped it to the tiled floor and grimaced before she realised, there was stains inside. Not her own stains she'd caused through a day of wearing, but stains she'd only seen when she was in high school, when her middle school brother had gotten into her underwear drawer. After putting two and two together she let out a yelp and hopped back to inspect the underwear from a distance.

Seriously? What the fuck? What kind of fucking creep does that to someone he barely knows? Did he think I wouldn't just find them in the washing machine? The fucking arrogance... maybe this is why the rent is so cheap...

Michaela cautiously picked up the thong and threw it into the washing machine, covering it with her work clothes and slamming the door shut in anger. She stomped back towards the kitchen grabbing her glass tightly and made her way into the living room and flopped onto the couch and pouted into the screen of the switched off TV for a few seconds. She reached for the remote and turned the TV on before feeling an itch between her legs. She lazily reached down to scratch the irritating itch her pubic hair was causing beneath her panties and felt, she was wet.

Am I.. yeah, I am. It can't be because of that though. Yeah it's hot if you jerk off your boyfriend with your panties or something but someone you barely know? Even if they are kind of attractive... Ugh, I can't believe I'm even thinking about it. I have to have a word with him, a fucking stern one at that. The wine is one thing but fucking hell, this is just wrong.

She angrily watched the property show she'd landed on and found herself immediately thinking about moving out without a word to Nathan regarding what happened, but she couldn't bare to move so soon with the stress this move had caused her, especially not out of a place like this. Suddenly, a brief wave of pleasure crashed over her and she froze. She'd been lightly playing with herself subconsciously and was definitely wetter than before. She withdrew her hand from her crotch and pulled up her panties by the front, craning her neck forward to see a small damp spot she'd caused to seep through the gusset. She quickly took a sip from her wine and crossed her arms out of frustration, she felt her body had betrayed her. Her forearms beneath her breasts caused them to lift and she noticed her nipples were hard. She furrowed her brow in reaction to her chest and took her focus back to the TV.

A faint clanging from the front door sounded over the noise of the TV and Michaela's eyes widened and heard sharply turned to face the exit of the flat. She watched in horror as the door began to slowly open to reveal Nathan. Curly brown hair nicely cropped, handsome face sitting atop a well fitting suit. Was she internally complimenting the man whom she had suspected of masturbating into her favourite pair of underwear? After remembering she was nearly naked she stretched her t-shirt to cover her lower half and bought her knees up to her chest.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't think.. I wasn't.." She said hurriedly, she didn't want him to think she was masturbating on the couch. Why did she suddenly care about what he thought of her?

"Oh no.. it's fine." Nathan said calmly, politely averting his eyes from her in her modesty. "I should have said, I knock off a few hours early on a Friday." He continued as he hung up his coat and took off his shoes.

"It's fine, honestly." Michaela said, her initial shock had passed and she remembered her frustration. Taking a moment to gain her composure she watched as Nathan walked towards the open kitchen area and placed a plastic bag on the counter. "Though now you're here, I need to talk to you about something.." Michaela said with civility.

"Is it the wine?" Nathan immediately asked. He reached into the plastic bag and pulled out a fresh bottle of her favourite red. "I got home quite late last night and really fancied a drink and I didn't want to wake you, I bought a bottle of the same stuff on my way home." He said, brandishing the full bottle in one hand.

"Oh, how sweet!" Michaela smiled, Nathan's gesture had impressed her, though she quickly remembered her intention when speaking with him. "No, it's about something else.." She trailed off, hoping that he would say it for her.

"What's that then?" Nathan responded with a sincere look of confusion. He uncorked the wine and grabbed himself a glass before walking over to the couch and sitting down with her, he looked at her smiling as he poured himself a glass, and topped hers up.

"When I went to put my washing in..." Michaela started nervously as she watched her glass fill. "I found something..." She said as she put a hand over her glass to signal he'd put enough wine in.

"What, is it broken again? I had it fixed just before you moved in this week..." Nathan said with a sigh.

"No, not that." Michaela said sitting up and taking a sip from her freshly poured glass. Somehow it even tasted nicer than the first. "I found.. a pair of my underwear.. my favourite pair of underwear.. a navy pair.." She said dancing around her words, hoping he'd admit to his wrongdoings.

"Yeah...." said Nathan, trailing off as he couldn't really see where she was going with her words.

"And they were.. I'm not exactly pointing the finger but.. they were dirty. And it looked like you'd..." She cocked her head side to side, lips tight and hands gesturing in time with her head.

"I'd.. what?" Nathan looked on blankly before a realization set in. "Oh right yeah, I remember now. That was this morning." Nathan said ominously, Michaela was unsure they were talking about the same thing, but how couldn't they be?

"What was this morning?" Michaela asked. How was she the one that was somehow misinformed?

"I used them to jerk off." Nathan said nonchalantly. He took another sip of wine and stood up.

"Yeah, what the fuck?" Michaela retorted, shocked that this seemed like normal behaviour to him.

"What do you mean, what the fuck?" Nathan said with a hint of a mock.

"I mean!" Michaela's voice raised with her words as she stood up. "What the fuck do you think you think you're doing, jerking off into my underwear?"

"It's in the tenant's agreement." Nathan called from his room, he shortly emerged with a few sheets of paper stapled together.

Michaela stood stunned as he came back to the couch and sat down, waiting for her to match him. As she sat down he unfolded the papers and pushed them over to her.

"Page three, section four." He said, pointing to the contract with his wine. Michaela quickly snatched them off the table and began to flip through.

"By signing below the party agrees to renounce ownership of their possessions and themselves to the owner of the property. By taking this property as your abode, you are allowing the owner of the property usage of the objects and persons contained inside, as they see fit." Michaela read slowly to ensure there were no mistakes. She skim-read the paragraph a couple more times before turning to Nathan with a look of confusion. "So what, you own all my stuff? She asked sarcastically."

"Yeah." Nathan said as if he didn't know any better. "And you, of course." He continued.

Michaela's blood boiled though she felt her face begin to drain of all colour. "You can't... what do you mean you own me?" She said, managing to muster a sneer as she angrily drank.

"It says right there, giving up ownership of themselves.. all persons contained in the property can be used as I see fit." Nathan quoted as if he was the contract itself. "So yeah I felt like jerking off this morning and you'd already gone to work, so I had a look in your underwear drawer to see if there was anything that took my fancy. You have great taste, very nice collection. Funny how we seem to have the same favourite pair?" He asked as if this was normal conversation.

"Yeah we do-" Michaela started to say but quickly remembered the situation. "But you can't just have my stuff. You can't just have me." She emphasized her words in frustration.

"Yes.. I can.." Nathan said in a condescending tone, he was clearly getting annoyed that Michaela couldn't grasp what seemed like a simple concept. "Didn't you say the other day you were a lawyer?" Nathan asked, baffled at her lack of understanding.

"I am.. but this is.. it's ridiculous. It's not the 1600's!" Michaela said with exasperation.

"It's a simple contract, I don't know what else to tell you." Nathan said as he casually placed a hand on her knee and looked at her with deep blue eyes.

What does he think he's doing? Touching me? He doesn't own me, even if he says he does. This is insane, there's no way it could hold up in a court of law, could it? I mean I kind of wanted to but.. not like this. How long ago was it since I got laid? No, This is so wrong. Wait, is he-?

Nathan's hand had begun to slip down her inner thigh slowly, she felt herself quiver in a mixture of fear and pleasure as she silently looked on at him. Not stopping his hand, nor encouraging it, though she feared her body was giving off signs of encouragement by itself. His hand reached the hem of her cotton boyshorts before toying with the hem.

"Now these.. would probably be my second favourite pair." Nathan said arrogantly while smiling at her. Michaela gulped in anticipation, she thought she may let this happen out of fear, but how far would she, or could she, let it go?

"Y-yeah, they're really cozy." She said with a tremor in her voice. She could feel herself getting progressively wetter, the damp spot from earlier was likely even larger now. Nathan hand slipped over the front of her panties feeling the bristled mound beneath him and he shortly exhaled through his nose as if laughing at neglect of maintenance. His hand moved over her clit, pausing as she let out soft moan against her will. Eventually his fingers found the sodden gusset of her underwear and settled, rubbing slowly.

"Now it seems like..." Nathan began to say confidently, clearly quite pleased with himself. "You don't have any objections." The latter half of his sentence was flat, he tilted his head up and looked down his nose as her, expecting an answer.

"Hm." Was all Michaela could muster. Not a no, not a yes. Just a response to indicate she heard his question, but chose not to answer it. Michaela sucked in her lips and cheeks, making her mouth small as she drew a deep breath through her nose and unwillingly closed her eyes slightly as another wave swept throughout her. She almost didn't notice Nathan move to stand before her, only when his hand left her crotch to undo his belt. The sound of it cut through her, her eyes snapped open as she watched the buckle open, realizing what was going to happen. If this was going to happen tomorrow, on her terms, she would have been excited.

Her legs had naturally parted in response to Nathan's hand, allowing her to look through the gap between them at him. His jeans were now halfway down his thighs and she could see a clear outline of his shapely, stiff stock. He briefly made eye contact with her as if offering her a final chance to leave, though she did nothing. She only returned the look as she watched him drop to his knees and pull his boxers down before her, letting his thick dick spring free. He massaged the head briefly with one hand before taking the other and using two fingers to pull the fabric clinging to Michaela's cunt aside. He pressed his tip on her clit to a whimper from her, before moving it down and up her slit twice then slowly working his way inside her. Starting with short strokes to ease in, it wasn't long before his whole shaft was concealed in her wetness.

Michaela's eyes closed again and her head forced itself into the couch cushions, heaving her chest forward. She felt her nipples piercing through her shirt as Nathan pumped into her pussy with rhythm. Her hips bucked slightly as he filled her up in a way she'd never been filled before. Her teeth clamped down on her lower lip, quickly springing free into a smile.

This is so.. good.. is it because of what he did? Does that make it better? Or worse? Am I wrong for enjoying this? Or is he wrong for doing it?

Michaela let out another gasp as her hips bucked once again more violently, in response to this Nathan began to thrust faster. Her cunt was making rapid wet sounds as he moved in and out of her.

"I just got a text from the office, I have to go back in for a few hours, so I need to hurry up." With these words, Nathan began to pump at what Michaela assumed was full speed. For the first time, still unable to speak, she nodded in agreement. She was too lost to even notice he'd checked his phone, her eyes became sad to the prospect of what she was so wrongfully enjoying may be over soon.

She felt Nathan's dick beginning to swell between her pulsating pussy. He took two fingers to her clit and began to rub vigourously, before long she knew she was going to cum, and hopefully it was before him. Her body started to shake, starting with her hips and simultaneously moving down her legs and up to her shoulders. Her toes curled and feet twitched as she let out a series of moans with increasing pitch as she came better than she could remember any previous man had made her cum before. Her body felt washed of the dark elements of the situation and in that moment, all she knew was pleasure.

"I'm.. Almost.. Th.." Nathan said through short breaths and gritted teeth. Small beads of sweat had formed on his brow, she could barely hear him speak over the sound of his belt buckle clanging. The gravity of the situation came back to Michaela, she hadn't been with a man for so long she'd long since stopped taking regular birth control.

"Nononono!" She blabbered out with wide eyes, managing to press her hands onto his chest. "No, not inside!" Her words were primitive, her orgasm had lost her of the ability to form a proper sentence.

Nathan look at her while thrusting in a way to show he understood what she said, he seemed even less capable of speaking even compared to her. Nathan managed to up the pace of his thrusts more than Michaela believed he could before groaning as he pulled himself out of her cunt and moved to grab his cock with one hand. Michaela watched and beat him to it with a hand of her own, stroking his tip and upper shaft as she felt his cock pulse in her grasp and he shot rope after rope of cum onto her yellow cotton panties. The feeling of it hitting them made her hum with pleasure, before she realised the irony of the mess she had let him make on her.

Nathan stood up and began to put his softening cock away and Michaela sat on the couch. Cunt still throbbing beneath the panties that had now the stains of two people marking them. She watched him finish making himself presentable, despite his vigourous effort not a hair of his was out of place, though hers was sprawled out at all sides. Nathan gave her a look up and down accompanied by a smile, he peeled the panties up and over Michaela's legs and laughed slightly.

"I thought you'd be a girl that keeps it shaven!" He chuckled as he balled the sodden panties into his palm and held them up. "I'll go put these in the wash.. with the others." Nathan said as he walked towards the utility room. Michaela remembered her mental note from earlier, she felt even more inclined to shave now, as if she wanted to impress him.

"So I'll be back around my usual time, midnight or thereabouts." Nathan said casually as he walked towards the front door. "I don't know if you have any plans, but how about breakfast tomorrow? Me & you? We haven't really had a chance to get to know eachother." He said in a joyful manner. Michaela simply rolled over to her side to face him at the door and nodded with with grin as he returned the expression and left. She breathed a heavy sigh and sipped her favourite red wine once more, finishing the glass before refilling it and turning back to the property show she'd only again come to hear the sounds of now. She began to flick through the channels, looking for something more entertaining to watch.

Maybe I won't move out, I think I'm going to like it here...