Naked Raoul: An Intergenerational Story of Love and Sex

By Thomas Wainwright

Pamela Borne is an older woman who rents rooms to college students, and doesn't want to rent to any males. However, she is convinced that a young man needs a place to stay, and she relents. Soon, there is a mutual seduction, and the older woman and younger man have sexual intercourse. Pamela Borne is an older woman who rents rooms to college students, and doesn't want to rent to any males. However, she is convinced that a young man needs a place to stay, and she relents. Soon, there is a mutual seduction, and the older woman and younger man have sexual intercourse. Then, one of the young women join them, and their threesome convinces her to look into what she is doing with a objective lens.
This is a tale of erotic romance, suitable for adults only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Thomas Wainwright
• Release date: Sep 17, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370409921

Thomas Wainwright

I've been collecting, writing, and editing books since 1980. I write and collect mainly erotica.

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NAKED RAOUL

The Lust of an Older Woman for a Young Man

An Intergenerational Story of Love and Sex

As Told by Thomas Wainwright

Naked Raoul

TheTale of Pamela Borne

AS told by Thomas Wainwright

Chapter One

I owned a rather large house near a local group of colleges, and after my husband passed, and I was retired, I wondered if I should move away into a smaller place and sell the house. My children were grown, and sometimes, once in a while, like on holidays, they would come to visit and bring my grandchildren along with them.

I was reading the paper, and turned to the classified section, just out of boredom and curiosity, as I was sitting, having my morning coffee.

There were ads in the paper where college students were looking for local places to live while school was in session. I had thought that they were all in dorms, or frat houses, or whatever they call them. I had two apartments on my property, both of them rented to people who had something to do with the school. My father had built the two apartments above the garage a long time ago. My husband and I had lived here for a long time after Momma and Dad passed. I was used to being a landlady.

I thought about that for a few minutes. I could rent out five of my six bedrooms to girls who needed a room. I could do a room-and-board type of thing, and carefully pick the quiet girls who were serious about an education, and I could even have a curfew for those who might want to go astray and disobey the rules. I didn't want people coming and going in the middle of the night, nothing like that. Just quiet, genuine, decent people.

I had four of the bedrooms rented within two weeks. That left the last one, and it didn't seem that anyone was going to answer my ad in the paper. I carefully screened the girls with long interviews, not only with them, but with their parents, teachers, and friends. It appeared to me that some of the girls, to put it bluntly, simply were not the brightest crayons in the box, if you get my drift. Only one of them was quiet and demure, and she looked almost like a form of frightened lost sheep or something. Her name was Renee, a dark-haired, slender beauty that looked out of place with the group of dumpy blondes.

Two days before the quarter was to begin, I received a phone call from a woman who asked if I still had a room available. I told her yes, there was one available, and I told her how much, and what was entailed. She said she had a son, Raoul, who needed a room. It seemed that he was accepted for the college, but didn't know until the last minute. There was nothing available anywhere, she said, and would I please consider letting him rent the room. She would pay extra, she said.

I sat and thought about it as she continued on about what a nice, studious, sweet boy he was, and he wouldn't be any problem at all. He didn't smoke, drink, or even cuss, she swore. No one smokes, drinks, cusses, or masturbates, ever. Nope, I heard it all.

Yep, I thought, he wouldn't even say shit if he had a mouthful of it, huh?

I relented, and she said he would be there at my place the next day. I supposed it would be OK to have a male in the house. The girls would just have to get used to the idea of a guy living in the same house, that's all. He would be downstairs in the extra bedroom downstairs, across from my room. He would have his own bathroom, and there would be no reason for him to go upstairs and bother the girls at all. I would make it plain to him that upstairs was pretty much off limits. But I would let him know gently and diplomatically. I wasn't the mean old bitch that you are thinking I am. Really.

He arrived the next day, suitcase and foot locker with him. I showed him to his room, after handing him a copy of the rules. I led him to his new bedroom, across from my master suite bedroom. My bedroom door opened right across from the door of the bedroom occupied by Raoul. The foot of his bed faced the doorway.

We were all settled in, and things were very quiet for about a week. I seldom saw any of them, except at breakfast and dinner.

One morning, I got up early and opened my bedroom door. Raoul had been in the shower; I had heard the water running. In fact, that is what made me get up. It didn't awake me, though; I had been lying there drifting in and out of slumber, anyway. I liked to do that. The alarm had gone off, and I put it on