Real Life Story: My Delicious Landlady 2

My Delicious Landlady

My Delicious Landlady

 

Incase you miss part one read it here.  Part 2 starts here
Two days later I was relaxing inside when there was a knock on my door and I heard my landlady’s voice asking if I was in. I opened the door and there she was in the tightest body hug ever and a pair of tracksuit trousers. It was all I could do to keep my eyes off her swollen bosoms.

I managed to close the door partially and hid my disobedient d!ck behind it. “I’m going to the gym,” she announced, “but I want you to do me a favour.” She explained that she had a meeting with some people who wanted her to invest in their business but she didn’t want to go for the meeting alone, could I accompany her?

I won’t have to say anything just sit in and pretend I was her partner. I said I would think about it but she took my hand and pleaded with me to do her this one favour. I couldn’t believe that was my landlady rubbing my hand and begging. I didn’t know when I said yes and agreed.

I needed to get to the bathroom fast and self-service myself silly, but not before watching that huge bubble Bottom rolling seductively as she walked away. I knew I was in trouble. How was I supposed to stop my dick from misbehaving while sitting in the car with her?

Just a few seconds chat and I could already feel the precum soaking my boxers. I decided that I would have to put on my tight swimming trunks no matter how uncomfortable it got so that she wouldn’t notice when my stubborn D!ckson will rise. On the day of the meeting I dressed in my best suit and tie and went to join her.

She was wearing a knee length floral dress with a v-neck generously showing off her deep cleavage. This was the first time I had seen her in a dress and it was all I could to not to stare. I was beholding figure-eight that was so full and bootyliciuos there was no space for anything else. The material of her dress was soft and light and occasionally caught in the space between her lush thighs so that I could almost see the outline of her mound and thighs.

She smiled at me commented on my smartness then gestured that I should get into the car. As she drove us, I noticed her dress gradually inching up her thighs as she worked the pedals. The skin was smooth and fair with fine hair and evenly distributed small dark spots. By the time we got to the meeting her thighs were almost halfway exposed but she didn’t seem to care or even notice.

We just made small talk and she smiled at me a lot even if a bit nervously. We arrived at a hotel in a quiet part of town and we walked inside the reception where she was received familiarly by the receptionist who handed her a key. She led me upstairs and ushered me into a tastefully furnished suite with a huge double bed. I was a little surprised and I asked, “Are we holding the meeting here? Where are the others?” “Not here,” she replied, smiling at me, “but we have time to relax before they arrive.” “Don’t worry,” she added.

“They paid for the room so I could relax before and after the meeting” She took my hand to my absolute amazement, led me to the sofa and poured me a drink, then she took off her shoes and promptly disappeared into the bathroom.

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Olusegun Adeyemi

Writer | Entrepreneur | Lover of good music.

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  1. June 22, 2016

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