Sharing My Landlady's Bed - Sex Stories

Sharing My Landlady's Bed

... atHollyhocks Guest House. It was as I had suspected, we were scattered about the city and no plans were made to meet up in the evening so I didn't feel that I was missing anything by stopping in and talking to my landlady.

I stopped at a corner shop near the lodging house on the way home and realised when I went inside that I hadn't asked Penelope if she drank red or white, so I picked up a bottle of both.

I let myself in, left my laptop bag in the hall and went through to the kitchen where my landlady was sitting at the table preparing vegetables. She was wearing a floral dress today, a little tight across the bust, I thought. In fact it looked a tiny bit too small all over and I guessed that Penelope's wardrobe probably wasn't very extensive.

'White or red,' I asked, holding out the bottles.

As it turned out, we drank the white with the fish pie we had for dinner and afterwards we sat at the kitchen table and sipped our way through about half of the bottle of red while we talked on into the evening.

I look back on that evening as the beginning of my relationship with Penelope, although I didn't so much as kiss her goodnight. She asked me about myself and I told her about my childhood in Bristol and my family and friends. She listened quietly and asked me lots of questions and laughed at some of my stories. Then it was her turn, telling me about her Greek parents and coming to England when she was ten - she could remember her life on the Greek island of ...

... Skiathos - and having to learn English. Of course, she still spoke Greek fluently and we laughed as she tried to teach me a few stumbling basics. She told me about her marriage and her life in Manchester, which had been happy until her husband's premature death.

And as she talked I looked at her and saw an attractive, mature lady. A lady with a pleasant, matronly figure and a sexy voice with a hint of foreign syntax in her speech. A lady with heavy-lidded eyes and full lips that I increasingly wanted to kiss. A lady who listened and smiled and looked at me with her dark eyes.

I didn't try to kiss her that evening. We talked until nearly eleven and then I said goodnight and went up to my room and brushed my teeth in the sink. I got undressed and slipped under the duvet and reached for my cock which was almost fully erect and had been leaking fluid into my underpants all evening as I sat at the table with Penelope.

I stroked my shaft and told myself not to be so foolish. Penelope and I had swapped ages - she was sixty-five and I was twenty-three. What on earth did I think was going to happen between us for goodness sake! She was old enough to be my grandmother. Although strangely that wasn't such a negative thought. And yes, I did find her attractive, despite her age. And sexy, too, with those sultry eyes and kissable lips.

I imagined kissing her and squeezing her full breasts. I tried to visualise what she would look like naked. Would she have a thick, black bush between ...