All in this story are aged nineteen and over.
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During the period of these events I was aged nineteen, I had moved into a Bed-sitting Room in Ramsgate. Roberta, the Landlady, was probably nine or ten years older than I but I have to say, although she could have done with losing a few pounds, she was in pretty good shape, and as a lesbian, yes, I was indeed attracted.
Roberta was a divorcee, and had a 4 year old daughter on whom she simply doted upon. Happy with my references and I believe the fact that we had a similar sense of humour and outlook on life, Roberta offered me the room at what I considered a good rate, important to me as at this time I was a poor Student Nurse.
Over the weeks that followed we became fairly good friends, so much so that on occasion she would ask me to Babysit for her, I was glad to do so and the money helped with my rent.
As our friendship grew we did a lot together, shopping, going to the pictures or a show, such as one Christmas we took her daughter, now five, on a trip to London to see the Pantomime, Aladdin.
The point is that through those initial six or seven months, despite our difference in age, we became friends and it was quite surprising the things that we gradually found we had in common, one of which was a mutual love of Classical music.
It was a very platonic friendship and gladly accepted her invitation one Friday evening o supper. Conversation flowed easily and after we had cleared the dishes and her daughter had gone to bed, Roberta asked me if I would care to stay and join her in enjoying, what turned out to be a very pleasant interlude of listening to music in her lounge.
Roberta had selected from her collection of 33-LPs, Dvorak's Symphony #9, The New World Symphony, which I adore and once we had it set up we settled into our respective seating. Roberta lay on her Chaise with me facing her settled into deep and comfortable Arm Chair as Dvorak's beautiful music filled the air.
As the Second movement, Largo, came to an end, Roberta paused the music and offered me a glass of Cabernet.
"I have a Chardonnay in the fridge if you would prefer?"
Electing the Cab, Roberta leaned over the back of the chaise, feigning, I thought, a little difficulty as reached to pause the music. As she reached for the player, just for an instant she opened her legs and grunted out a sound of effort before arising, smiling sheepishly as she did so. From my position it could not go unnoticed that she wore no underwear. I smiled an inward smile, looking away not wanting my observation to be noticed. Taking the sleeve of the recording I busied myself commenting on the movements of Scherzo: Molto vivace, and Allegro con fuoco, which were to follow.
As Roberta passed my Cab, she took my hand with her free one which was cool, soft and steady she commented on her desire to not spill this glorious nectar, a comment which for me held magical thoughts of previous and wonderful moments in my life.
Placing her wine on a small table aside the chaise, she turned and once again momentarily parting her thighs as she again reached to the player. As she turned back I happily caught another glimpse of her naked and perfectly shaved pussy.
I felt shimmers of wetness flow between my thighs as I thought to myself that in all the time I had been here, about six months now, never before had Roberta shown the slightest inference toward a lesbian tendency even on the evening when I had bathed her daughter, as she got out, Roberta had asked:
"If I jump in there, would you wash my back for me?"
Readily agreeing, it was with some difficulty that I did not reach around and wash those amazing breasts. The touch of her flesh, the feel of the curve of her waistline was electric and I moved as close as I dare to the top of her buttocks I knew I had to get out of here and so it was that I declared both nervously and frivolously: "There you go, all done"
Not wanting to expose my inner desires and maybe destroy a fabulous friendship, I dried myself and quickly returned to my room. I was so wet and retrieving my Rabbit Vibrator, lay on the bed and relieved myself of the wanton sensations that had caused my pussy to tingle with a want of that beautiful woman.
"Damn it to hell, why did she have to be straight!!"
But back to my story:
As the Scherzo filled the room I lay back in my chair and smiled, supposedly to the music, but in reality at the visual delights I had seen, delights which I must admit I found a little confusing?
As I said before: throughout the period we had known each other, even during the bath experience, I had never got the impression that Roberta might hold lesbian tendencies. Thus it had been something of a surprise to have been offered up these tempting delights for my perusal...
Yes I wanted a closer look, indeed I wanted the mutual sensations of touch and most definitely 'taste!' Perhaps those glimpses of joy had been inadvertent; perhaps they had been an offer, an invitation to sex? Truly, I was unsure but had they been a sexual invite I was going to stretch this adventure out unless, or until, a further invite was to follow.
In some unknown way I knew it would and that it would be soon. As we imbibed our wine I found myself maliciously scheming for the time of my departure this evening. I smiled to myself again as the various thoughts processed through my mind, but for tonight, although my actions would be suggestive, I was not going to follow through.
For now I was going to stand off and control my lust for this woman of whom I so longed to make love to, but tonight I could not, after-all, a lady should never fuck on a first date! Bottom line was, I didn't want to get it all wrong and overplay my hand, and I needed a more definitive indication of her lesbianism before I moved in!
The Cabernet was finished fortuitously in time with end of the final movement. I excused myself for a moment to visit the Loo and during that moment of privacy I spent a few moments exciting my nipples, arousing them to an engorged hardness before returning to the lounge to express my thanks for a wonderful evening!
Moving toward the door Roberta was by my side, as I thanked her again I turned and presented her with a really close hug, compressing my breasts and hard nipples firmly against her own. I felt and heard her take a deep breath as she held me tighter to her, and just as I released her I gave her what I hoped would be a noticeable wet kiss of her neck prior to immediately departing with a smile and a blown kiss.
"Goodnight, we must do this again sometime."
"Soon, I hope" Roberta responded, her voice sounding somewhat restrained.
I lay naked in my bed my fingers softly encircling my aroused clit before moving down. Two fingers entering my cunt causing me to enjoy the sensations they created as they dabbed deftly against my G-spot. My mind full of the images and thoughts that I had enjoyed in her company:
