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."
I lifted her up and planted her ass on the kitchen counter. She didn't know what hit her.
"You're so strong", she said.
"What?", Jill asked.
"You're strong enough to approach him and talk to him. And if that doesn't work then beat him with a dick. I mean stick."
I got down on my knees, slowly removing her pink undies. I removed her slippers and planted her feet on my back.
"Don't you dare", she warned me. I'll kill-."
My tongue dug down into her hairy pussy; this time there was no escape. Only the sweet sound of pure pleasure.
"Hmmmm, please stop", she said.
"What was that?", Jill asked.
"Nothing. Please continue."
