I had just been reassigned to a new city and needed to rent a house for at least the next year. I had contacted a local real estate broker and had been shown a few homes that were for rent, but none were right.
I wanted a quiet community not too far from town but yet far enough out to be quiet. It was around five in the evening when she brought me to a rather large home, completely furnished but a wee bit too large for a single guy.
As we walked thru the house we came across another broker showing the same home. His client was a woman probably around my age, late thirties or early forties. If ever the letters MILF had meaning, they were the perfect description for this woman.
Beautiful to sum her up in one word. We nodded as we passed each other in the kitchen and moved on into separate rooms.... I thought the house a bit much for me and was going to tell my broker to show me more in the morning.
Walking out to her car, the woman I had passed in the kitchen paused to chat with me. "Its beautiful isn't it? Problem is I can't afford it. I mean the rent and all. I'm looking for a place for me and my daughter. She graduates college in three days and I was looking for a nice place for us that wasn't quite this expensive."
I nodded in agreement and explained that although I could afford it, it simply was too large for me. She looked back over shoulder longingly at the house and sighed. "It's just perfect though, I mean all furnished and in a perfect location. And the rooms are huge."
By now my agent was waving for me to get in her car and I turned to leave. That's when the lady grabbed my arm and turned to me before asking: "Have you ever considered sharing" I mean you and I could sort of share and then I could probably swing it."
I wasn't convinced it was a good idea but I gave her my cell phone number and promised to think it over.
Actually I did consider it, but still had reservations. Sure she was a nice enough woman but just a bit too damn sexy to trust myself with, especially if I had her living in the same house with me. Sure there were two bedrooms and a small guest room but I decided it wouldn't really be a smart move.
The next morning my cell phone rang just as I was having coffee in a local beanery. It was her. She told me her name, Alexis but friends called her Lexie and said that the more she thought about it, the more she wanted the house and me along with it. That way, with shared expenses, it would be a plus for both of us.
She must have sensed that I was hesitant and asked if we could discuss it over lunch or something. I agreed and made arrangements to pick her up at her hotel around noon.
If I called her sexy before, it was an understatement. Tall and lithe she was a dream walking and even at her age, she had a body that wouldn't quit. Over lunch we chatted and she ended up being a bit younger than I had thought originally.
Her daughter was nineteen and had started college three years earlier. She was getting her degree after only three years, so I assumed she was quite bright and might not think her mothers proposal to share a house would be very smart.
Lexis was a bit flirty and the more we talked, the hesitation I had originally had, slowly vanished. The only drawback seemed to be her daughter. I told her so and she just gave me a really cute smile and put her hand on top of mine before answering.
"The guest room would be just fine. She doesn't need much area and we would stay out of your way if that's a concern, but I think you and I are perfect for this. Terry never knew her father and you could sort of be like that. You know fixing things and taking care of our needs and all, just like a family should be. We can take care of the inside things like meals and laundry and housecleaning stuff."
OK, I'm a sucker for a wilily woman and she had a way about her that might not fit the word perfectly, but she was definitely beguiling and I ended up saying yes. The next day we both met at the house to sign papers and put up a security deposit.
She moved in about an hour before I did and I gave her the larger of the two bedrooms. She had more shoes and clothes than Imelda Marcos and I really didn't need the extra closet space. But there was a kingsized bed in my room and all things considered it took up more room.
We agreed that all bills were to be placed in a jar and we split. But the kitchen was a bit narrow and occasionally we collided as we passed each other. At first accidents, soon it was more deliberate. I'd appologize and she'd just grin and push her breasts up against me, teasingly. Tuesday I hear her calling from her bathroom. "Could you be a good guy and get me a towel? I forgot to bring one with me." I walked down the hallway and opened the linen closet and took out a bath towel.
Walking down to her bathroom I cracked the door open and stuck my arm in with the towel hanging off my fingers. Turning to leave I heard the sliding glass door of the shower open and she spoke just as I was about to close the door.
"Don't leave. Since you're here I could use some help drying off." I turned, intending to look at her face and not wanting to stare. For a second, I resisted, watching her face as she took her shower cap off. Still not daring to look down.
Her hair tumbled to her shoulders then I let my eyes wander. Her body was perfection. I couldn't help but respond. She knew what she was doing to me and handing me the towel, she slowly turned.
I began at her shoulders and worked my way down. Her ass was almost that of a teenager. Firm and enticing. I knelt and did the backs of her thighs. She deliberately leaned forward, exposing her pussy. I was tempted to pat the towel between her thighs, but resisted.
Now I was squatting with her ass just inches away from my face when she turned. I swear I could feel the heat of her cunt radiating and I felt my face flush. I guess I paused because she looked down and whispered..."Like it?"
I looked up at her smiling face and gasped, "yeah, it's sort of inviting."
Again she teased, "it's meant to be. Want it?"
A phrase from some movie I seen, came to mind. "An offer you can't refuse."
I slowly stood up and dried her breasts. I brushed the terrycloth towel across her nipples and watched her reaction. They became erect and hard as her areoles dilated. she opened her mouth and gasped. "Oooh, I like that. Suck them if you want."
Bowing my head I moved my lips down, taking first on in my mouth, then the other. She slid her hand between us and clutched at my groin.
"I like this.... Your getting hard. Suck um good baby. I'm getting wet and it's not from the shower," she moaned.
Standing in a bathroom with a nude woman who asks you to suck her nipples isn't exactly a calming experience. But just then her cell phone rang and we had to break it off. It was her daughter. Lexis was panting as if she had run a marathon as she took the call.
I backed out the door giving her time to chat while I tried to figure out what had just happened, or nearly happened.
It was only three days and things were getting out of control. I didn't want to discuss what had happened in the bathroom so I left her a note telling her that I would be missing supper but would be back by ten that evening.
When I returned, all the lights were out. I took off my jacket and hung it in the hallway closet, and headed for my bedroom. Opening the door the first thing I noticed was the flickering candle on my dresser and the scent of incense in the air.
Looking at the bed I saw the outline of her body under the covers and her smiling face seductively staring at me. Her hair was spread out over the pillow forming a halo around her face.
I cleared my throat and began taking my shirt off. She said nothing but watched. Moments later I was hesitantly taking my slacks off when she spoke.
"You sleep in the nude don't you? I noticed you had no pajamas in your dresser and I thought you might be a little chilly." She squirmed a little before going on.
"Don't let me stop you. I think we should get to know everything there is to know about each other. After all we're going to be living under the same roof for a year or so."
I hadn't worn shorts today and was a bit embarrassed so I turned away as I took my shoes and socks off. I hesitated again.
"Go on. I want to see what that was that got so hard in the bathroom this afternoon," she giggled.
I got a bit more daring and asked: "Is this new? I mean the sleeping arrangements?"
She wiggled under the covers enticingly and asked. Well we don't have to sleep right away. I thought we might spend some time getting.......... You know, more intimate. Oh hell you know I've had the hots for you since we passed in the kitchen when they were showing the house and since then I've been getting more horny with each passing hour."
She paused than continued. "Then when Terry called this afternoon and told me she'd be arriving around two in the morning, I told her to just go to my room for the night."
Then she asked: "Aren't you ever going to turn around?"
I guess I was a wee bit angry that she though she could change our arrangements, but that gave me the courage to turn and come to the side of the bed.
She folded the covers back and stared at my cock. She opened her mouth in glee. "Oooh this is going to be really good. I mean for both of us. Your getting hard already. Come on, slide in. I think you might like what I'm planning. Come on sweety, I want to see how hard that thing can really get."
Still a little miffed at her audacity but not so upset as to refuse what could be a rather interesting evening, I slid in under the covers, but she immediately flipped them off so they ended up at the foot of the bed. I really wish she didn't have that damn candle lit. A bit embarrassed by the way I was beginning to respond, I would have preferred the room to be dark.
She took her time. I was laying on my back and she rolled over onto her side facing me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
