Sharing My Landlady's Bed - Sex Stories

Sharing My Landlady's Bed

... got my laptop out and typed up all the notes I'd made during the day and answered a load of dull emails and then I used the bathroom and went to bed where I fell heavily asleep.

It was cold and bright the next morning as I sat in the kitchen eating my breakfast and my landlady fussed around me and asked if I'd like to take some sandwiches for lunch. I said, 'yes please' and watched her as she stood at the counter and buttered bread and sliced cheese.

She looked rather nice from the back, I couldn't help noticing. Her hips were wide but nicely curved and her bum was shapely and not enormous. Probably a bit saggy under that skirt I grinned to myself.

I finished my cereal and she made us both a cup of tea and came and sat down at the table opposite me.

'What's on your agenda today, Robin?' she asked in her soft voice, looking at me with her dark eyes with their sleepy lids.

'We're auditing United Metals over in Salford,' I told her. 'There's a team of twelve of us.'

'Is it interesting?' she asked.

'Auditing? No, not especially. Though it's nice to be away from the office for a couple of weeks.'

'I'm surprised your company don't put you up in hotels.'

'They used to,' I admitted. 'Then they found out they could save some money.'

Penelope smiled. 'I should be grateful they did. If it wasn't for you I'd be empty till March.'

'What do you do when there are no guests?' I asked, curious.

'I read a lot and watch a lot of television and go walking ...

... in the park if the weather's nice.'

'Is it just you here?' I asked, gently.

Penelope sighed and put her hands palm down on the table, her red nails stark against the pale wood. 'Yes, just me.' She told me that her husband had died ten years ago and she had no children. She spoke quietly, without self-pity, telling me that the B&B business was what kept her going both financially and emotionally.

'It must be hard work?' I sympathised.

'Oh, I don't mind hard work. Though some of the guests can be difficult. If not downright rude,' she added. 'I've learned not to let it get to me.'

I felt a wave of sadness for her at her lonely and difficult existence. Surely she had friends around to support her. I came to a snap decision.

'Do you drink wine?' I asked and she stared at me.

'Yes, sometimes. Why?'

'Well I'm going to be here for a couple of weeks and I thought I could bring a bottle of wine back this evening and we could have a good old chat and... well...' I tailed off.

'That's a lovely idea, Robin. But are you sure you want to spend time chatting to an old biddy? Won't your colleagues be going out on the town or whatever it is you do?'

I left the house soon after that and fifteen minutes later I was pulling into United Metal's car park.

The day passed in a blur of work. I caught up with some of the team at lunchtime in the canteen and they described their lodgings and landladies or landlords to me and I realised that I'd rather fallen on my feet ...