Sharing My Landlady's Bed - Sex Stories

Sharing My Landlady's Bed

... eyes on me.

'I'm afraid that I've developed a rather strong crush on you,' I began, without preamble. 'It's not something I set out to do or even imagined, but it's happened and I can only apologise and offer to leave and find somewhere else.'

Penelope stared at me, her brow furrowed. 'I see,' she said.

'I know it sounds crazy, what with our age difference, but you are a very attractive lady, Penelope, and I've really enjoyed your company since I've been here.'

'Well that's kind of you to say so, Robin,' she said quietly. 'I've enjoyed your company too and you're a good-looking young man, but I'm sixty-five and you're twenty-three.' I don't really know what to say.'

'Would you rather I left?' I asked, feeling mean because it sounded like a threat.

A cloud passed over her face. 'No, I don't want you to leave.' She sat for a while staring at her hands then she got up and, stripping off her rubber gloves, she went to a cupboard in the corner of the room and pulled out a bottle of red wine and held it up to me.

'Thymiopoulos,' she said. 'Greek wine. My father always said that if you can't resolve an issue over a bottle of good Greek wine then it can't be resolved.'

She uncorked the bottle and poured two glasses. 'Let's take these into my room and talk, the settee in there's much more comfortable than these kitchen chairs.' She smiled at me: 'I don't normally invite guests into my room, it's the only privacy I've got, but then my guests don't usually tell ...

... me they fancy me.'

Penelope's room was the biggest in the house, stretching from the sitting room to the garden. But much of the space was taken up with her bed and most of the rest by a big settee and a flat-screen television. We sat on the settee, a couple of feet apart.

'I can't believe I'm the first of your guests to... to say something to you,' I said as we sipped the fruity wine.

'You're not,' she confirmed. 'I've had rather a lot of offers over the past ten years. Mainly from middle-aged businessmen with paunches and bad breath.'

'Did you...' I began.

'Certainly not,' she replied tartly. She put her glass down and turned to me. 'I'd rather you didn't leave, Robin. It's been fun this week and I've not had very much fun recently.'

My heart swelled for this lonely, lovely lady and I suddenly regretted my sordid attempts to get her into bed.

'I'm sorry, Penelope,' I began, 'I was very stupid to try and kiss you. I don't want to leave either. I'm sure I can control myself for the next couple of weeks; if I do start to have feelings I'll just think about the audit, that'll do the trick.'

We laughed and I held out my hand and, after a tiny pause, Penelope took my hand and we sat staring at the silent TV until my landlady got up and said that she needed to start dinner.

'Stay here if you want,' she said, handing me the remote control. 'I'll bring you another glass of wine.'

After dinner we watched television in her room for a couple of hours and ...