I was eighteen, off to my first year of college in a new town and even more excited to be out of my parents' house and on my own for the first time. I had made arrangements for a room off-campus since my application for a dorm on campus was floundering well down the waiting list. The student union was very helpful, providing a list of local homes renting rooms to college students. The first few I checked out were already taken or not suitable for one reason or another.
I was getting tired of looking by the time I went to check out the accommodations in the home of Nina and Fritz, an older couple who lived close to campus. Fritz was home alone when I came to see the place. The house turned out to be nice and I could have a large room with its own en suite bathroom. The cost was quite reasonable and I took the place there and then.
A few days later, I moved in. Fritz was not alone this time. He introduced me to his wife Nina. She was younger than Fritz, perhaps a little over fifty, carrying a few extra pounds very well on her ample bosom and fitted with a generous, heart-shaped ass. She was also a redhead and very good-looking for her age; perhaps I should say that she made her age look good.
Nina and I hit off right away. She was good-humoured and pleasant, taking an unobtrusive maternal attitude toward me that was tempered by a flirtatiousness that was so subtle at first that I barely noticed at all.
My classes began a few days later and between lectures, assignments and social activities with my new school friends, I spent very little time at my rooming house for a few weeks. Then of course I settled into a routine which balanced rest, work and socializing with the natural result that I found myself spending more time at home.
The forgotten flirtation was resumed somewhat, though I didn't take it too seriously. I was young and into the campus dating scene. I was soon dating a girl steady. Just the same I knew early on that Nina was attracted to me. I soon admitted to myself that the attraction was mutual.
I'd find myself stealing glances at my hostess as she did her household chores. My eyes would linger on her ass as she stood at the kitchen counter preparing dinner while I pretended to study or do homework at the dinner table. I'd ogle her tits as she leaned over to clear the dirty dishes after the meal.
The girl I was seeing was not putting out, just teasing, and it had been months since I'd had sex. My frustration and my interest in Nina were increased by the frequent sounds of lovemaking that drifted to my ears through the house's old-fashioned air exchange.
Fritz may have looked like a troll, but the old fellow evidently had the sexual appetite of a satyr. All too often I could hear the sounds of Nina and Fritz fucking, but these encounters seemed brief and it seemed to me that the majority of the groans of pleasure I heard came from Fritz. Nina could be heard grunting against the force of Fritz's thrusts but I rarely heard her make the sounds that a woman makes in the throes of an intense orgasm. Still, the sounds gave me a voyeuristic thrill and whenever I heard them going at it I became terribly horny. At first, I'd pull at my rod, imagining it was me with some girl from school, or the girl I was dating, but eventually I began to imagine that it was me in there with Nina. I would come unusually quickly over fantasies of Nina.
In a way this seemed strange to me since I was a young man culturally programmed to admire youthfulness and slenderness. Nina was neither young nor slim. The charms of the older woman were working their magic on me for the first time.
One Friday night, I returned to the house around ten o'clock, earlier than I intended and well in my cups. I was upset and frustrated. My girlfriend and I had quarrelled and broken up on the very night I thought I might actually get some sex. So I was horny too. Inside the house, all the lights were out except the main hallway, and stairwell to the top floor, which were always left on at night. I wasn't long in my room when I heard the all-too-familiar sounds of Nina and Fritz grinding away at each other. The sound echoed through the ventilation system right into my room. Oh, great, I thought. Here I was, half-pissed and horny as hell... this was just what I needed to hear right now. I decided to postpone going to my lonely bed, undressed and slipped into my housecoat, grabbed a drink and plopped myself down in front of the living room television, hoping to finds some distraction from what was going on upstairs.
Even with the TV on I could still hear them rocking the bed for a few more minutes. The sounds faded quickly as usual and I tried to lose myself in a re-run of "Magnum, P.I.".
A few minutes after that, I heard a sound behind me and turned around. It was Nina, wearing a housecoat over nothing at all from the looks of things. She smiled and said hi, passing through the living room to the kitchen. I said hi back and watched her intently as she walked around the kitchen. The alcohol I had consumed earlier had weakened my inhibitions considerably and I openly stared at her, searching the seams, folds and openings of her housecoat for any view of bare skin I could get.
Nina was pouring drinks for Fritz and herself and since the glasses were on a tray, I guessed she was going to take the drinks up to their room. I wanted to walk into the kitchen and angle around to look down the front opening of her housecoat for a good view of her cleavage. I started to stand up and realized that I couldn't. God, I had a boner poking through the folds of my housecoat, a boner for my landlady, some thirty-odd years my senior!
