The name's Tom Brody; living in this apartment for about a year, and a college student who prefers his own privacy rather than living in a dorm. It was quiet around here until the new landlady bought the building and we got to know each other better. Mrs.Tate, or Sandy as she prefers, was a widow and lonely. She had blonde hair and a pair of saggy tits; looking good for her age even though she was old enough to be someone's grandmother.
One day I told her I was going to be a bit late with the rent; making a deal with me until it was paid full. At her place we fucked each others lights out. She was a wild animal who was starving to death and I was the fresh meat she craved. I enjoyed the arrangement we made; wondering if she'll act that way the next time I'm late with the rent.
The following morning I was wide awake catching Sandy on the phone talking to her daughter, Jill. I stood there naked as a newborn, watching this perfectly matured woman move as she did and still good enough to eat; wearing a short silk robe and a pair of fluffy high heeled slippers. Quietly, I snuck up behind her and started kissing her neck.
"Hmmmm, good morning", she said, purring like a kitten.
"Morning to you, Mrs. Tate", I said.
"Please, call me Sandy."
"Well, Sandy, how about we pick up where we left off?"
"Not now."
The conversation with her daughter continued but I wasn't about to wait. So I decided to have a little fun with her, making it difficult for her to concentrate on the phone.
"Yes, dear", she said, speaking to her daughter.
I blew on her ear and she walked away. I kissed her neck again, leaving her frustrated and distracted.
"Stop it", she said.
"Stop what?" said Jill.
"Not you. It's a fly buzzing around and being annoying."
I was about to untie her robe; shoving me aside with a smile on her face. I was far from done.
"He's a good boy" said Sandy. "Not now."
"Come again?", Jill wondered.
"I'm thinking out loud."
"Is there someone with you?"
"No, of course not."
