Sharing My Landlady's Bed - Sex Stories

Sharing My Landlady's Bed

... rolling her hips to meet my thrusts.

But slowly as I went, I couldn't stop the build-up of my own orgasm. I felt it in my balls and the base of my cock, I felt it creep like a cloud of gas up my spine and burst into my brain and I choked out a cry and gasped as my cock pulsed and squirted my come into Penelope's cunt.

Nothing was said afterwards. I rolled off her and she came into my arms and we must have fallen asleep in that post-coital embrace because the next thing I knew it was starting to get light in the room and I could hear the shower going in the bathroom across the landing. A bit later the bathroom door opened and I heard Penelope going downstairs.

I had a leisurely Sunday morning shave and shower and went down to the kitchen where the morning sun was blazing through the window and Penelope was putting out the breakfast things.

'Good morning,' I said, a little awkwardly.

'Good morning, Robin,' she replied and I sensed that same awkwardness in her as in me.

'Come here,' I said and she came to me and we hugged, tightly. 'Are you alright this morning?' I asked her.

'Yes, I am alright.' She paused. 'Better than alright. Oh Robin, you were so wonderful last night and you made me feel so good! It just feels a bit odd this morning, as though last night was just a dream and didn't really happen at all. It did, didn't it?' she added with a smile.

'So far as I remember it did,' I smiled back. 'Look, it's a great morning out there, why don't we go for ...

... another walk? A proper one this time. I've always wanted to do Kinder Scout.' (And for those readers who have never heard of Kinder Scout, it's an upland plateau in the UK's Peak District, close to the outskirts of Greater Manchester).

'Oh that would be lovely,' squealed Penelope, hugging me tighter. 'I haven't been there for years and it was one of my favourite places. One of the problems of not having a car,' she said, ruefully.

I felt suddenly guilty. I hadn't realised she hadn't got a car. 'Right then,' I said, 'that's settled. Shall we take some sandwiches?'

An hour later we'd parked in the village of Hayfield and were climbing to the Kinder plateau, warm in our walking clothes, despite the temperature being close to zero. And as we walked we talked and Penelope told me more about her upbringing in Greece and coming to England and how difficult the first few years had been at school. And she told me about her husband and how happy they had been and how devastated she had been when he died. And I walked by her and I listened and I didn't interrupt or try to kiss her although she looked very desirable to me in her close-fitting red walking jacket and matching woollen hat.

'I'm sorry about asking so bluntly last night if you had a girlfriend,' she said at one point. 'I suppose I couldn't believe that you wouldn't have someone. You haven't have you?'

'You mean did I lie to you last night to get you into my bed?' I laughed. 'No, I didn't.' And then I did kiss ...