After leaving university in the 1970's I took a job with a large national company as an accountancy trainee. After a year of training, I was told I would be temporarily posted to their sites around the country for a few months at a time. I didn't mind too much as they would be arranging and paying for accommodation and this would allow me to save some money.
My first posting was about a four-hour drive from home and so I set off in my new car from my parent's house on a Sunday afternoon and headed to the town where my accommodation was based. The company had arranged for me to stay in a boarding house which was common back then. They were usually run by widows or spinsters and accommodated other single men and women who needed accommodation in the week. I struggled to find the address as there were no satnavs or mobile phones back then and it was dark when I arrived.
The front door was opened by a tall and very severe looking woman in her mid 40's. As I stood in the hallway she started explaining the boarding house arrangements while I took in her appearance. She was dressed quite severely in a high necked blouse and skirt that extended down to nearly her ankles covering a pair of low heeled laced up shoes. As she continued I started to notice that she had a pretty face but also my eyes were drawn to the shape of the large breasts that were contained inside her blouse, something that the 22-year-old me found quite arousing.
I followed her upstairs to my room and noticed how the house was quite spartan and decorated in an old-fashioned way. My room was basic featuring a bed, a small desk and a wardrobe. There was a washbasin in the corner which was stained from a dripping tap and the bathroom down the hall was equally austere. After giving me time to settle in I went back downstairs to eat the supper she had prepared. I could hear her watching TV in the next room and once I had finished I popped my head into the sitting room and told her I was going to bed. She smiled and wished me goodnight.
I slept badly that night being in a different bed and at 2:00 am I woke up and lay awake for some time. After a while I grew frustrated with the lack of sleep and started to stroke my flaccid member. As I touched myself my thoughts drifted onto the landlady. I started to imagine her undressing and showing off a curvaceous mature body which she allowed me to explore and take pleasure from. These thoughts then moved onto the severity of her dress style and the idea of her spanking me. I enjoyed vanilla sex with women but secretly hankered to be dominated by a woman dressed as an authority figure like a headmistress and the fantasy of the landlady performing in this dominant role edged me closer towards my climax. When it came I caught my load in a tissue and soon fell asleep again.
The following morning I went downstairs for my breakfast and was greeted by the landlady in the dining room. She served me breakfast and I noticed that I was the only one dining and learned that I was the only guest which surprised me a little. The routine which would dominate my life for three months then started as I would go to work and return to the boarding house in the evenings. The work was busy and so I was glad of the refuge of the boarding house. After a few nights the landlady asked me if I would like to watch television with her. I agreed and we sat together but in separate chairs for the evening.
After a couple of weeks of this routine I started to notice subtle changes in her dress and appearance. The high necked blouses were replaced by open necked ones and gradually buttons were left undone revealing the curve of her enormous breasts and the edge of her bra underneath. Skirts gradually became shorter and one evening I was quite shocked when I noticed that she was wearing one that stopped above the knee. As she moved I caught a glimpse of a stocking top and suspender hook. Her footwear was sexier in styling and heel heights had increased. She had also started to leave her hair loose in a more feminine style and gradually applied more make-up and perfume.
I wasn't complaining about these changes as she was a good looking woman and nice to look at but I was surprised a little when she chose to abandon her usual seat on an armchair and came to sit next to me on the sofa. This then became the normal arrangement and I accepted it as I liked feeling her presence next to me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see down into the well between her breasts which was visible by the low cut of the blouses she was now wearing.
One evening I was asked to work late and so I returned to the boarding house much later than usual. I was greeted by the landlady who was dressed for bed in her nightie and gown which she left open and which was a pleasant sight to return to. She was not unhappy as I had warned her I would be late and she fussed over me ensuring I ate the food she had kept warm and chatted to me as I ate. Her hair was untied and hanging loose around her shoulders and without a bra on I could see her breasts hanging invitingly down behind the thin fabric of her cotton nightdress.
After supper I excused myself but she suggested I unwind a little more and that I should change into my pyjamas and watch some television with her. It was a nice idea and so soon I was back downstairs and sat with her on the sofa as had become the norm. She handed me a gin & tonic which I savoured as we watched TV. Later I felt her hand touch my leg which nearly made me jump but I didn't complain. Her hand stayed there and then started to slowly slide up and down my thigh. I found her movements arousing and hoped she wouldn't notice the erection forming in my pants.
