Sharing My Landlady's Bed - Sex Stories

Sharing My Landlady's Bed

... other. 'I hope you won't be disappointed,' she said quietly, undoing the sash of her dressing gown. She let it slip from her shoulders to the floor and I stood and looked at her in awe.

My sixty-five-year-old landlady was wearing a silky black negligee which looked to be a little on the small side. Deliciously so. It was tight across her breasts, showing plenty of cleavage, and fell to mid-thigh, beneath which she was wearing black stockings. In the dim light of the room she looked beyond enchanting.

'God, you look gorgeous,' I gasped, taken by surprise. I hadn't really expected anything like this.

'Thank you,' she said. 'It took me ages to find it all. I'm afraid the stockings don't quite match,' she said apologetically. 'And this thing's a bit tight on me,' she added, pulling at the lace hem of her nightie.

I grabbed her then and pulled her to me and kissed her with a passion and intensity that I had rarely known, even with sexy Lucy. I ran my hands over her negligee, feeling the rich curves of her body, cupping her silk-clad buttocks and squeezing them, feeling suspender straps beneath. 'You're wearing a suspender belt,' I said.

'Is that alright?' she whispered.

By way of reply I pulled her down onto the settee and kissed her and squeezed her breasts and ran my hand down her stocking-clad leg and underneath her negligee, feeling the tops of her stockings and the suspender clips, feeling the softness of her inner thighs and the silky gusset of her panties, ...

... damp to my touch. Great heavens! How could any women so perfectly click the switches of my libido? And apparently without even really trying!

I stroked the gusset of her panties with one finger, tracing the outline of her labia and she sighed and opened her legs to give me better access. I slid my finger under her elastic and found the warmth and silky hair and wetness and I shuddered and my cock strained at the leash in my trousers.

'Do you mind if I get a bit more comfortable?' I asked, standing up. Penelope watched me with her dark eyes from the settee as I stripped to my underpants before pulling them down over my rigid cock, letting it spring up wave about.

'You're lovely,' she said with a tinge of sadness in her voice.

'So are you,' I replied, sitting down. 'Now it's your turn. Take your knickers off for me and come and sit on my cock.' Suddenly, playing the dominant male seemed the right thing to do.

Penelope stood up and lifted her negligee, reaching for the waistband of her panties, working them down over her hips and bum, parting them from her sticky pussy, rolling them down her stockinged legs and discarding them on the floor. She straddled me, lifting her negligee again and I gripped the shaft of my cock as she lowered herself to me, brushing against my cock head, lining herself up for my penetration.

She pressed down on me and I felt her labia part and I was in and she was sinking slowly down my shaft, taking my full length, her hands now on my ...