I was fresh out of university and looking for my dream job. I soon realised that was going to be harder than I thought and had to start looking farther afield. I didn't want to leave my home town but there just wasn't any work, eventually I found a job over 150 miles from home in a new city up north.
I was 23 and living back with my parents, I had no money coming in so renting a place to myself wasn't an option. I looked into house sharing but that was still out of my budget the cheapest option was to become a lodger. After a bit of searching I managed to arrange lodgings in a Victorian terrace belonging to a very pleasant older lady over the phone.
I had to get a train up north the weekend before my new job started so I arrived with a rucksack and a suit bag and got the bus to my new place. After consulting my newly bought AtoZ I found the street with the new house on it and felt very nervous as I walked up the front door and knocked. I hadn't seen the room and had no idea what the place was going to be like but the price was right.
The door was answered by an elderly woman maybe about 60ish, I say elderly everyone above 35 is ancient when your 23. She smiled an invited me in, the house clean and tidy if a bit dated for my tastes. My bedroom was sparse with a double bed, a desk and a chest of drawers with a small TV on top. I was quite pleased if a little underwhelmed, well I only really needed a place to sleep anyway, and I was hoping to make friends at work for socialising.
My landlady was very polite and friendly; I was the same back, talking to her like you do to older people. She was quite plain to look at, dyed brown shoulder length hair, a bit over weight. She had a round belly and large round breasts, she dressed quite smart blouse, skirt and tights. There was always a fair bit of cleavage on show; I had a look whenever I could.
The following day was Sunday and spent it exploring my new city and doing a bit of shopping; I had use of the kitchen but had to buy my own food. I started my job on the Monday and soon settled into a routine of working quite late, home, eat, shower then bed.
My landlady who's name was Rose was normally just watching TV in the sitting room when I got home, we didn't really spend any time together. We talked more on the weekends, I discovered her husband had died 8 years previously; she obviously missed him a lot. I became quite find of Rose she was a nice lady and I began to think of her like a grandmother.
I didn't have a girlfriend at the time, my only sexual release was wanking in the shower or in bed. One Saturday I woke up with morning wood and decided to rub one out, I had a few porno mags stashed under my bed for inspiration. I was lazily stroking myself when I hear faint scraping sounds from Rose's room next door; this was unusual as she was normally up and out of bed well before I was. I could hear noise coming from her room until I finally came and cleaned myself up. I got up and had some breakfast downstairs, Rose came down a short time after and we chatted.
The next morning was the same, I always wake up with a hard dick and if I don't need to piss too badly I enjoy starting the day with a wank. I could hear scraping noises from Rose's room again this time I got up and put my ear to the wall, hardon bouncing as I made my way across the room. The noise had stopped I couldn't hear anything at all, so I resumed pleasuring myself on the bed. The noises came back so I stopped and listened, the noise had gone. This was freaking me out a bit now so I put my ear to the wall again and listened, nothing. It was then I noticed a small pin prick of light, on inspection there was a small hole in the wall, when I looked through I could see into Rose's room.
I was shocked, had she been spying on me? I didn't think that was something she would do. I decided to do a test I got back on the bed and started pumping my now rapidly deflating cock. After about a minute there were the scraping noises and then the light coming from the hole in the wall was blocked, by Rose I assumed. I found this quite exciting and the thought of being watched tipped me over the edge and I shot my load. Instead of discreetly without making too much mess I came as hard as could, firing hot white jets of cum all over the bed sheet. Well I was on show and I wanted to make a good impression.
I cleaned up got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. Again Rose was down a short time after and we chatted as we had a cup of tea as if nothing had happened. I don't think she knew that I knew her secret yet. The next time she was out I checked the house for other spy holes, there was another in the bathroom which also shared a wall with Rose's bedroom like my own. I checked her room and peaked into the holes, I had a view of my bed from one and the shower from the other. The scraping noises I realised were Rose moving a stool to sit on as did her spying; the holes were just the right height.
The idea of being watched was quite a turn on and I decided to have some fun. I started to wank in a way that afforded Rose the best view of me. In the shower I would stroke myself right in front of the hole and direct my cum at the spy hole, it was only the wall stopping her from getting a face full. I became more vocal, groaning loudly knowing she could hear. In response her noises got louder, I wasn't sure but I started to think she was masturbating too.
I was enjoying myself, I just don't think Rose realised I knew, she thought she was being very discreet but it was so obvious. Ether that or she didn't care. After a few weeks of this I could take it anymore I was going to have to confront her about it. I was a bit angry about her spying but found it so arousing when I was horny.
The next Saturday morning I was a bit hung-over, still a bit drunk I think. I walked naked to the bathroom and had a long piss, I knew rose was watching me through the wall and my cock started to stiffen. I made a show of shaking my cock after the piss and pulling my foreskin back and forth until I was really stiff, I did this for a few minutes.
I then thought fuck it and quick walked out of the bathroom and into Rose's room bollock naked with a big hardon. Rose was sitting on her stool; legs spread with no knickers on, her hands had shot up to her face in shock at my sudden entrance. I could see her wet pussy as she sat frozen looking straight at me, it was covered in light, thin hair and was clearly soaking. She had a dull white bra on but nothing else, my cock twitched at the sight of her.
From the look of utter shock on her face I immediately realise she had NO idea I knew she was spying on my. She was horrified to be caught out, I though she was going to burst into tears. I felt awful stood there with my throbbing dick pointing at her like a weapon, accusing her of being a pervert. There was a very long, very British silence where neither of us knew what to do or say.
Suddenly I was the lodger and she was the landlady we most certainly should ever be in this sort of situation.
I broke the silence.
"I'm so sorry Rose; I shouldn't have burst in like that"
No response, she just sat there her hands covering her face. I kept glancing at her dripping wet pussy it was helping me maintain the erection I felt should probably go down.
"I've handled this badly; I should have talked to you about this instead of just blundering in."
