Where to start? Guess it would have to be the first time I saw her. Winter had just started and it was a typical Tuesday morning, other than the fact the washing machine was broken. Having just moved back in with my parents, after graduating from an apprentice ship I had for the last 3 years for a retiring woodworker I had a pile of dirty laundry.
So, I made a trip down to the local laundry mat. After sorting out my clothes and shoving them in the washing machine, I Drifted over to the bulletin board looking for somewhere local and cheap. When she walked up from behind and put her notice on the board.
The first thing to catch my attention was the scent of her hair, a lovely light but lingering scent of strawberries. Secondly was the color of her hair A Bright flaming red, loosely curled with some serious volume to it. Obviously professionally done but perfectly fitting for her ivory white skin, willowy eyebrows, sparkling emerald eyes, a cute button shaped nose, and a small mouth with the slightest pull of a smile on her lips.
Instantly smitten with her, she was wearing a red button up silk blouse tucked into her tight black office skirt with black stockings and 3-inch-high heels, but she still only came up to my chin. The first 2 buttons of her blouse were undone showing off her bountiful cleavage held back by a black and white lace shelf bra, with a long fur coat framing her goddess like figure.
Forcefully tearing my eyes off her I looked at the flier she placed on the board. Looking for tenant, two bed/1 bath duplex with basement and 2 car garage, there was a couple of photos of the place and her number. Instantly I knew the universe was throwing me a bone, it was well within my price range and the landlord was a smoking hot babe!
Since the opportunity presented itself so conveniently, I couldn't refuse introducing myself. Stepping forward half a step and reaching for the paper she just pinned up, "Excuse me, how long has this place been available." I asked.
looking surprised that the flier was removed just seconds after she put it up, the beautiful red head turned, and looked me up and down before replying. "Just went on the market." with a smile and a bubbly friendliness that's hard to come by in this day and age. She looked to be about 8 or 9 years older than me putting her in her early to mid-30's.
Returning her smile with one of my own, "Lucky me!" I said, while secretly checking her out. "Been looking for a place since I graduated from my apprenticeship, so where is it located?" I asked.
"Just a few miles north of town, convenient enough to shop." she replied. "So, are you going to introduce yourself, Mr.?" she asked with her head tilted to the side slightly with a raised eyebrow.
Blushing slightly, I stammered while scratching the back of my head, "sorry I'm Thomas reed, and how should I address you?" trying to stare her in the eyes instead of at her chest.
"I'm, Emily jones." she said smiling.
And that's how I met her, the goddess of my dreams. Shortly after that encounter we did the walk through, and I officially moved in.
I thought just having her as a landlord would be nice enough but no, she's also my neighbor. So, it's been a few months since I moved in and I've learned a thing or two about my sexy landlady, first she's a lawyer, second, she's never been married.
I've seen her dress up to hit the town with some girlfriends, sometimes not returning to her house for 2 or 3 days, but not once have I seen her bring a guy over and none of her girlfriends ever spend the night either, always leaving even if they look a little wobbly.
Now about myself I'm 24 6,2, have a stable income as a freelance woodcraftsman doing mainly cabinets and dressers. Now I may be slightly infatuated with my neighbor/landlady and for good reason, God is she sexy!!! But I've tried the dating game since moving in and even after leaving high school it seems life doesn't change much; nice guys finish last.
The few dates I went on were nice, mainly ladies I met during job commissions or was introduced by friends and family, I know a little clichéd, but I'm not much of a socializer.
I'm the silent type who enjoys his peace and quiet along with the presence of those in the room, so I've been forced to learn just what exactly a friend zone is. it's the guy that you love to hang out with but when he tries to get closer to you, he suddenly feels more like a kid brother or a cousin, someone you'd never think twice about in a sexual way, but still willing to hang around and cuddle with.
Take just yesterday for example it was around 8:30 pm when me and my date phoebe arrived at my place after enjoying a night at the movies, an Italian dinner with a couple of glasses of red wine, we'd been flirting and joking all night long, I even got a couple of long French kisses in tonight, a sign I thought we were on the right track until I invited her inside.
That look I knew all too well, those hesitant wandering eyes trying to figure out a way to decline politely. I could feel my gut turning, while the feeling of butterflies once again appeared like always at this juncture. I took a deep breath and beat her to the punch with a small sad smile, and asked two simple words.
"Friendzone?"
The look of relief and awkwardness on her face said far more than any number of words could have. Sighing, "it's fine, did you enjoy the movie?" I asked.
And no, I didn't really understand why but I had gotten used to it over the years.
"It was great and dinner was wonderful too, thanks for the night out, Thomas." she said while giving me a small peck on the cheek. Watching her getting out of the car and climbing into hers slowly, pulling out of the driveway as I sat there trying to think where it all went wrong.
We watched a cheesy romance comedy, with my arm around her and sharing popcorn whispering and laughing together. At the romantic parts I'd hold her closer and move the hair away so I could plant little kisses by her temple and ear while she let out little moans of encouragement.
At dinner we talked about our daily lives, the weather, and our plans for the weekend. Afterwards we walked around the block hand in hand kissing randomly until we got back to my car just enjoying ourselves, until we returned to my place.
Disappointed and now tired I slowly walked to my apartment, with my head down hoping for the day to just be over with, little did I know my sexy landlady was watching me strike out once again.
Slowly my neighbor and I got closer, beginning with me shoveling the drive way all winter. over the course of the spring/summer, I helped her take the trash to the curb, mow the lawn and gardening. Helping her with the gardening was one of my favorite activities, as Ms. Jones wears these cut off jean shorts, she obviously cut to size herself.
Showing more of her perky, rounded ass than they cover, a white t-shirt, and her picture-perfect hair in a ponytail humming along in pure bliss.
Looking like the perfect combination of MILF/GIRL NEXT DOOR when she stretches after bending over at the waist which she always does, pushing her perky tits outwards as far as they'll go with her hands behind her head and legs spread to the shoulder.
Today was extra sweltering out and I was sweating like a pig on my hands and knees plucking weeds out of the flower bed when I looked over my shoulder at my neighbor and saw her on all fours.
Ass pointed at me, awestruck and staring at the perfect heart as it wiggled and jiggled to the tiniest of movements and my heart almost stopped when she spread her legs oh so slightly outwards and her pink pussy lips just peeked out from behind the frayed mess of the cut jeans.
She reached as far as she could to pluck the last weed and her shirt fell just enough to see the bottom of her black bra, sweat glistening on the back of her thighs and on her stomach, I instantly had a raging hard-on.
Now I wasn't some freak of nature in that department like most men want to be, but I was impressive in my own right, a solid 7 inches, and my thumb and middle finger just touch when wrapped around my cock.
I've had more than just a couple of erections around Ms. Jones, and I could usually cover it or find an excuse to walk away till it settles but today was going to be different and a turning point in our relationship even if I didn't know it till weeks to come.
As I said before it was hot as hell out nearing 100 degrees when Ms. Jones decided that washing our cars would be a far better way to spend our day and I readily agreed.
I had been working on a king size four post canopy bed, with a full-sized mirror that hung so that those on the bed could see their reflection when looking up and it had been taking weeks to get it just right.
This was a personal project that I decided to do to push my craftsmanship since I don't consider myself an artist, but it had been taking up so much time that my car had been neglected. luckily, I finished it and finally had some free time.
As she was getting the hose ready, I went and opened my garage door to pull out my car. The bed still covered in a couple of large sheets to keep dust, dirt, and the occasional rubber Necker from seeing the unfinished work when she came round and started gawking at the huge bed, "what's under the sheets?" she asked.
Startling me slightly, I always wondered how she moves without a sound. I asked once and she said it's all the walking in high heels, so walking on her toes was natural.
"Just a private project I completed yesterday, want to see?" I asked. "I was going to put it on sale on eBay later this week."
As I spoke, I was already peeling off the sheets for her to see it in its full glory. It was a beautiful mahogany wood bed with four spiraling pillars that came to a huge full size hanging mirror, with a silk canopy and a headboard with a shelf and two cupboards. With claw feet it stood tall enough that I had to install two wood steps on each side, it truly looked fit for a king.
As I was explaining the bed and the work, I put into it with my back to her, I thought I heard an auditable squeal. Jerking my head to look over my shoulder I saw her with a twinkle in her eye but nothing out of the ordinary otherwise.
"So how much is it?" she asked.
while I thought of a reasonable price for the bed and then tried to find a reasonable discount for my gorgeous landlady, she spoke first.
"How about 4 months free rent?"
It was a tempting offer but I thought it was worth just a little more, and as I was about to negotiate the price, I saw her standing there. In her white t-shirt and cut off jean shorts staring at the mirror at the top of the bed as her nipples got hard and her face flushed, I knew then and there she had to have it, and that I wanted her to have it even for free if need be.
