Sharing My Landlady's Bed - Sex Stories

Sharing My Landlady's Bed

... shoulders, clutching me with her red-tipped fingers.

We sat motionless, looking at each other, my landlady's weight pressing into my lap with exquisite pressure, my hands on her hips, feeling the smooth fabric of her nightie and the swell of her flesh underneath.

'Am I too heavy?' she asked softly.

'It feels wonderful,' I said, looking up at her and she smiled and started gently moving her hips backwards and forwards, putting a tiny pressure on her clitoris. She tilted her head back, her dark hair splashing over her back.

'Oh, God, Robin, that feelsso good.'

I reached up and pulled her head down and we kissed as she rode me, mouths gently working against each other, tasting her saliva, feeling her tongue in my mouth, stroking her long, dark curls and running my hands over her back, tracing the ridges of her spine.

I raised the hem of her negligee and put my hands on the bare flesh of her hips, revelling in her mature curves, sliding my hands further round to cup her buttocks, massaging the fleshy orbs, tracing her intimate crevice with an exploratory finger, finding the knot of her anus and pressing my fingertip lightly against it. I felt as if I was pushing my luck but I was being carried away on a tidal wave of lust and arousal. 'What are you doing?' she whispered as the tip of my finger pushed harder.

'Do you want me to stop?' I asked.

'No,' she replied, after a pause. 'It's nice.' Then she fastened her mouth back on mine and rocked her hips and I ...

... fingered her anus as we kissed for long minutes.

'Get on the bed,' I said to her eventually. 'I want to taste you.'

She climbed off me, leaving my cock cold after the liquid heat of her pussy, and walked down the room to her bed by the window, climbing on and rolling onto her back, her legs spread wide and her hands gripping the brass rails of the bedstead. I stood for a few seconds looking down on her, her black hair stark against the while pillows, her stockinged legs open in invitation, her negligee up around her hips, exposing her naked cunt to me.

I scrambled onto the bed and knelt between her thighs. Then I gripped her legs behind the knee and lifted them up and over, hoping she was supple enough. And there was her pussy, the first time I'd seen it properly. A mass of curly black hair framing loose, caramel-brown labia inside which I could see the wet, pink skin of her vaginal entrance. Below that was the skin of her perineum and the dark pucker of her anus, ringed with silky-black curls.

I knelt down reverently, still holding her legs down, dabbing my tongue inside her, feeling the heat of her and smelling her most intimate scent; rich and strong and musky. Penelope moaned softly as I started licking her cunt with long strokes that delved into her opening and slid up to flick over the rigid nub of her clitoris.

I licked harder, pushing my tongue as far into her as I could get it and she moaned louder and gripped the bedstead until her knuckles were white. ...