Sharing My Landlady's Bed - Sex Stories

Sharing My Landlady's Bed

... her, pulling her to me and fastening my mouth onto hers and feeling her arms go round me and her lips respond to mine.

'It all seems a bit unreal, I suppose,' she said as we walked on, now holding hands. 'It's the age difference thing. I'm struggling to see what you see in me. Do you really find me attractive?'

'Yes I do,' I told her seriously, 'very much so. You're a good-looking lady and don't underestimate the effect of your maturity on a young, impressionable accountant!' We laughed and I went on. 'It's hard to describe because it's not a conscious thing that you can analyse, but I think you're really sexy and desirable.'

'Thank you,' she said, warmly. 'I'm not sure anyone's ever called me that before!'

'Not even your husband?'

She gave me a small smile. 'Especially not my husband. Oh, don't misunderstand me,' she said, seeing my expression, 'we loved each other very much, but the physical side of our marriage wasn't very...' she paused, looking for the right word. 'Adventurous, I suppose. Geoff wasn't a very physical person, not in that way, and I feel awful saying that about him but he wasn't.'

'But me on the other hand,' I grinned.

'Yes,' she smiled, 'you on the other hand are. I have never had such a powerful orgasm as the one you gave me with your fingers last night.' She stopped and turned to me and then we were kissing and I was cupping her buttocks and pressing her to my crotch and she was pushing her tongue into my mouth. 'I was rather ...

... hoping that you might give me another one when we get home this afternoon.'

We got home as the early winter dusk was descending. The central heating was on in the house and it was blissfully warm after the arctic air of the Peak District. We took our coats and hats and scarves off and went into the kitchen. Penelope went to the corner cupboard and pulled out a bottle of red wine.

'I know it's early, but I thought we could have a glass of wine and take it through to my room and... you know, see what happens.'

'Well,' I said, picking up the bottle and opening the drawer to look for the corkscrew, 'I'll open the wine while you go and get into something a bit more appropriate. What do you think?'

'Appropriate?' she echoed.

'Well that nice nightgown you had on last night, maybe. And perhaps some sexy underwear?'

'Ok,' she said, dubiously, 'I'll go and see what I've got. I might have some stockings, somewhere. I haven't worn them for years.'

I uncorked the supermarket red and poured us both a glass and I sat at the kitchen table and waited and stared out into the darkness of the garden. After about twenty minutes Penelope appeared at the kitchen door in her nylon dressing gown. 'Ok,' she said, 'I'm ready.'

I took up the wineglasses and followed her down the passage and into her room, where she had switched on one of her bedside lamps, casting a limited but intimate light into the room. I put the wine down on a small table and we stood by the settee, facing each ...