Sharing My Landlady's Bed - Sex Stories

Sharing My Landlady's Bed

... then I went up to my room, brushed my teeth and got into bed. I lay for a while thinking about the events of the day. Had I really thought Penelope would fall into my arms? Oh, callow youth! And what would I have done with her if she had? A mature and presumably experienced lady like Penelope was way out of my experience. Would have been fun finding out, though, I grinned to myself and turned over to sleep.

The tap at my bedroom door brought me to instant wakefulness.

'Yes?' I called out, trying to orientate myself.

The door opened and Penelope came into the room. 'It's me,' she whispered. The curtains were thin and quite a lot of light from the sodium streetlamps came into the room and I could see she was wearing a light-coloured nylon dressing gown. She stood looking at me.

'Have you got a girlfriend, Robin?' she asked. 'I won't be a party to cheating.'

I raised myself on my elbows, my head against the padded headboard. 'No girlfriend,' I said. 'No wife.'

She hesitated then undid the cord of her dressing gown and let it slip off her shoulders onto the floor. Then she climbed into my bed and I held out my arms and she came into my embrace. A glorious, warm, soft embrace, her naked breasts squashed against my stomach, her head on my chest. I stroked her hair and ran my hand down her back to the flare of her buttocks.

'Are you sure?' I whispered, my cock rigid and pressed to her loins.

She stroked my chest and traced a fingernail gently down my ...

... sternum, making me shiver with desire. 'I had a long think, after you'd gone to bed. I started out by thinking how crazy it would be for us to have a relationship, with me being old enough to be your grandmother. But the more I thought about it the less that seemed to matter. If you really do want me then... well, here I am.'

I rolled her gently onto her back and kissed her, my lips just brushing hers, savouring the moment, smelling her perfume, stroking her breasts, round and heavy and grapefruit-sized, her nipples big and hard. She moaned softly and I pressed my lips harder, working them slowly against her, opening my mouth, feeling hers open, sliding my tongue into her in that most intimate of acts.

We kissed for long minutes, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues, tasting saliva, sucking on lips. I'd never kissed a lady with such soft, full lips. And she kissed me back, biting gently on my lower lip, darting her tongue into my mouth, drinking my fluids.

I cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples gently and she groaned into my mouth and ran her fingernails lightly down my back, making me shudder with arousal.

Then my hand was going lower, exploring, sliding over her soft tummy, feeling the contours of her pelvis, feeling the thick bush of her pubic hair, silky and curly between my fingers. I cupped her vulva and she opened her legs and I found her labia with a probing fingertip, tracing the folds of flesh, up and down, pressing lightly to part them, sliding ...