(This is a story inspired by a conversation with a friend. Please vote and send feedback so I can decide whether to continue this story. Thank you for your support. Max47)
She lay on her back, holding her legs up and apart. She was offering me her shaven treasures. Her pussy was nestled between two puffy outer mounds, which she now held spread for me. The inner lips were full, long and dark in keeping with her Mediterranean heritage. Her hooded clit was still hiding, but judging from the thickness of the hood, would make a prominent appearance. Her dewy inner depths were inviting me to come closer. Below all this was her puckered asshole that held its' own invitation.
Her aroma called to me. I just had to taste her.
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But wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Ian and the delectable feast laid out before is Marla, my landlady. I'm 52, 6'3" and in reasonable shape.
I had been living in an apartment complex in town that had been sold. The new owner had decided to turn the building into a condo-plex. I had been hunting the classifieds and going thru gas like crazy, until I found an apartment listing that intrigued me. It was a two bedroom over a garage with the landlord living in the main house. I made an appointment for the next afternoon.
The location was residential, but in a rural part on the outskirts of town. It sat on about two acres of land. The main house looked to be about 2500 square feet with the garage/apartment sitting unattached, off to the side.
The door was opened by my soon to be landlady. She appeared to be in her early to mid 40's, about 5'10 and in great shape. She had a pleasing olive complexion hi-lighted by smiling, green eyes. From what I could see, she had a generous chest and full ass on long legs. A long sweater and Levis forced me to use my imagination.
I must have lost myself in my mental inventory of her charms because her first words to me were, "Are you all right?"
Boy, do I know how to make a first impression or what?
I quickly introduced myself and found out her name was Marla. She walked me over to the apartment and told me along the way that it had been empty for about 6 months, since her father had passed away.
It was perfect. The second bedroom would make a perfect office, since I worked from home writing computer programs and some porn. The first was to support myself; the second brought in some income, but was mostly for pleasure. The kitchen was big enough for my limited cooking experience and needs. Marla told me I would be able to park in part of the garage and had full access to the garage if I had or needed tools.
When I told her I was interested, Marla suggested we go to "the house" and work out details. It was rather nice being in this woman's company after the months of shunning female companionship due to a nasty divorce over a year ago. Her house was spacious. She led me to the kitchen, where we sat across an island from each other.
"I'm sorry. Would you like some coffee or anything else to drink?" She asked, beginning to rise.
After I told her I was fine, she said it had been so long since she had had anyone over that she forgot how to be a good hostess. As we began to go thru the details of rent, utilities, grounds rights, etc., I took more time examining this lovely woman. She indeed had full breasts that now strained against her sweater. Her dark brown hair was a perfect match to her olive complexion and green eyes. It was cut short all around and came to just below her ears. She seemed to have a Mediterranean heritage.
Her smooth complexion belied her age. The slight crinkling at the outer edges of her eyes were the only outer sign, but that just added to her attractiveness for me.
As she spoke I found my attention focusing on her mouth, which was framed by full lips. The direction my mind began to wander made my cock awaken.
For the second time she asked me if I was all right. Damn, it's just been too long since I've been laid much less been in the company of an attractive woman.
I shook off her question by replying, "Where do I sign and when can I move in?"
She smilingly slid a lease agreement across the island to me and told me that the weekend after next would work for her, as she wanted to move some of her dad's thing out first. I told her that I would gladly help her move things since that would allow me to move in sooner and get my computer equipment set up.
"Great. If you help me, you can move in this weekend but I'll start the lease for the following weekend."
After I signed, we shook hands and agreed to meet back here Saturday at 9 a.m. I drove away a happy camper.
Saturday morning at 9, I arrived back at my new apartment to help Marla clean out some of her father's things. She was already at the task. She was dressed in shorts and t-shirt. Her legs looked great, while the shorts were just tight enough to show that her ass was spectacular. This was one delicious looking mature woman.
After greeting me, she pointed out the items that needed to be moved into the garage storage area. The things needing to be moved were mostly books and boxes. We finished in about two hours. Marla then helped me carry up my computer equipment. I purposely let her ascend the stairs to the apartment ahead of me several times. This allowed me to feast my eyes on her full ass cheeks. Twice I caught a small smile on her lips when she caught me staring. Interesting.
When the delivery van with my furniture showed up, Marla left for her house, after telling me to give her a call when my move-in was complete. Earlier she had shown me the inter-house phone she had installed for her father. The move in was uneventful and soon I was set up in my new apartment. After another hour I had my computer equipment up and running. It felt good to be settled.
I called Marla and let her know the move was complete and I was now officially her tenant. She said she wanted to invite me for dinner to celebrate my move-in and thank me for helping with her dad's things. I readily accepted and we agreed on a time. This gave me time to clean up and check on some emails.
In the shower I kept recalling images of my landlady while stroking my hard, 7 inch cock. Though my overall view toward women was still pretty low, based on my divorce experience, Marla definitely had my attention.
My emails contained nothing important. I checked the online erotic story site I work with to see the status of my latest story. It was still in pending mode. This site has been my outlet for my sexual flights of imagination since my divorce. After a while, I began to really get into these stories. From the reader comments and scoring, it appeared I was on the right track for the most part.