Real Life Story: My Delicious Landlady

My Delicious Landlady

My Delicious Landlady

All names in this real life story are fake to conceal the identity of individuals it happened to. No time to waste, let us go straight to the story.

Part 1
When I first moved into my apartment and was introduced to my landlady by the agent I did a double take. Her house girl came to get the door and ushered us into the sitting room. I was surreptitiously sizing the house-girl up and wondering if I could score.

She was plump in a nice sort of way with a heavy bottom and medium round boobs. I smiled at her and she smiled back then looked away shyly, rolling her hips a bit more enticingly as she walked in to get madam. “Bad girl,” I thought to myself already gloating in anticipation.

We sat down to wait. After about 15mins i was becoming impatient when, finally the land lady herself emerged. She walked into the sitting room staring at me like my d!ck was hanging out. It might as well have been. I was staring at the most curvy and fleshy female being I had ever set my eyes on. Round and plump, with bossoms each almost as big as a melon.

Despite her evident roundness, i could make out formidably wide hips through her clothes, a loose blouse with a wrapper tied round her waist. From the way her bos§oms were rolling heavily but gently from side to side as she moved, i could tell she was not in bra.

She seemed about mid forties ‘Bayo,” she greeted the agent as she sat down, ‘is this my new neighbour?’ ‘you’re welcome’ “thank you ma” I replied. “I hope you like the apartment, has Bayo taken you round?” “Yes, I’ve seen it and its quite ok” After a few more pleasantries and rules and regulations of living in her compound, she asked what I was doing. I told her I was into business and she asked to know if i was married.

My negative reply brought the ghost of a smile to her face as she jokingly said, “my house girl is off limits oh,” to which I also jokingly replied, “don’t worry ma, she’s a small girl,” and looking into her eyes added softly, “I like older women.” Her smile widened and she changed the topic.

She soon left me with the agent to work out other details, but I didn’t hear a word he said. My eyes followed my landlady’s departing Bottom and I could feel my long dick start to rise as I imagined burying it in the deep crack between her rolling buttocks. I didn’t have to wait long.

The next day as I was moving my things in, she was driving out to the market. She stopped when she saw me,so she called me over. As she wind down her window I could feel the cool air from her AC but she was sweating slightly. She has small eyes and full African lips and was wearing a very low cut blouse.

My eyes trailed a drop of sweat down her neck and chest until it disappeared into her deep cleavage. Till today I can’t remember what she asked me. I was just saying “yes ma, yes ma”. Meanwhile my eyes could only stare incredulously at the huge succulent mounds between her arms as she gripped the steering.

My oga downstairs was already nodding against the door of her infinity jeep and my heart was pounding loudly in my ears. All I could think was “chei!! See delicious woman!!,” wondering how those bossoms would feel in my hands. Suddenly I noticed everywhere was quiet. I finally looked up sheepishly to see her smiling at me with a coy look on her face. She said, “I said you should stop saying ma. Call me madam Janet or just Janet, you hear?!” I said I had heard. She took my number and said she would call me later in the day.

She gave me a long silent look with that ghost of a smile on her face and as she drove out I could hear her humming along to the radio which was playing wande coal’s “u want it, u bad.” I said to myself “e be like say this madam wan use me play sha.” I decided to chat up her house girl and learned that she had been married but her husband travelled abroad and she lost contact with him.

They had had a big fight and lived separately for two months before he left. She had three kids and the last one was in boarding school.

Watch out for part 2 tomorrow

Olusegun Adeyemi

Writer | Entrepreneur | Lover of good music.

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