0 comments/ 11432 views/ 4 favorites My Landlord Ch. 01 By: rombo034 Lying side by side on the beach at noon, our skins shining with sun cream, Barbara's finger slowly circling the palm of my hand. Our hotel room about half a mile away, I'd better not think of what I would be doing if I could take her there at once. Lying on my back I am sure that my arousal is getting evident to everyone. In the dazzling Mediterranean summer, I just wonder what would shock a local tourist more, an evident erection or the sight of a 23-year-old boy holding hands with a 48-year old-woman. And I should chase the latter thought away, just not to get even harder. ***** I met Barbara last September. The friends, I had shared the flat with, decided not to stay overnight for the last year of courses, so I had to search for a new accommodation. The previous flat was really too distant from the university (basically, we had "inherited" it from friends who went to a different faculty), so I was looking for a single-room apartment nearer the building. I was quite lucky to find a studio less than two miles away from university: it is actually a two room flat, that I share with a guy I first met in the first year. The studio has been freshly refurbished, like the entire building, a post-WWI four-story mansion with another plus: the owner lives in. So you are certain that everything will always be in order. And the owner is Barbara. From the very start it all went too well. Me and Frank met her at her home in a sunny morning, and she was wearing tight blue jeans and a white blouse, her long blonde hair running free; she had just come back from the holidays, her glamorous tan shining from every inch of bare skin. A gold necklace outlined generous breasts; but the first thing I noticed was her smile, so open and white, that coupled with the light blue of her eyes made the tan shine even more. A rather junonesque figure, a little overweight, she must have been about 5'9" with some heels on, since I was a tad taller than her. I had just come back from holidays too, and my olive skin was tanned even more than her; at 22 and playing footie twice a week, I was rather in good shape as well (and Frank, well, is so chubby he could never been a competitor). She was impressed by our curricula - so we would have given her no trouble at night - and by the fact that we were rushing to finish our studies - so she would have no problem in finding new clients. Price was a tad over our budget, but she agreed to lower it, since no other flat was occupied yet. Oh, and she must have been impressed by myself too, since she kept smiling when I talked and kept staring at me all along. It ought to be pretty evident, since Frank told me so immediately after we got out; and that was the reason it was always me who knocked on her door, when it was rent day (sometimes we were a few days late) and we had to ask for a little repair. Frank referred to her as "Circe the witch"; she warned me that she could phagocytise me, but I shrugged it off. Barbara must have surely been a flattering woman in her prime, but in her late fourties was surely overweight, nonetheless she kept dressing like she were 20 years younger, with too tight trousers, too short skirts and undersized blouses or tops. And I must admit that, since I planned to get my degree before getting seriously involved in a relationship, sometimes I wanked off thinking of Barbara. Every time I went to her apartment, that occupies the whole top floor of the building, we had just small talk - she asked me about my exams, she served me a soft drink a couple of times, and so on - but the duration of our meeting kept steadily growing. I found out she was divorced and her two sons lived away. Once I noticed the presence of a maid and that was it. Until last July. While Frank was studying at home, my last exam was only a few days away, so I stayed in the flat. Later in the day the football world cup semi-final was due up, so when I stopped studying I showered, and before having dinner I went up to Barbara's apartment to bring up the monthly rent (a few days later, alas) and rang. It took a while before she opened the door. She was panting, and she was wearing a really tight spandex outfit with sneakers at her feet. "Sorry, I was exercising in the gym room," she apologised, and let me into the living room. She came back after a while with two little bottles of water, and just a glass. The spandex outfit outlined her body perfectly, I could spot some ripples on the side; most of all, her nipples pressed the fabric almost violently, and my eyes couldn't help but staring at them a few times. She opened her bottle and drank straight from it. She sat on my right, as usual, on the big couch, while I was sitting on a single-seat sofa. Her breath had become normal by then. "I thought you were not here in town, Guy," she said, her eyes lighting up a little. "Oh, I have my very last exam next Friday," I countered. "Wow, that is great! Mmm, does it mean you will be leaving the flat?" she asked, a different note in her voice. "Not very soon," I replied, "then I will have to write the thesis, so it will take some time." I spoke the truth; the last exam was an easy one, then I would have to tackle a huge amount of paper to produce my thesis. She smiled, "That's good. You are a really nice neighbour, and you have never give me any bothering down there." "Sure," I nodded. She crossed her legs, her eyes straight into mine. "Is your friend here as well?" I heard my heart skip a beat; it was so easy to speak the truth once again. "No, he's back home." Her eyes flashed and she smiled again, "Don't tell me you are not going to watch the semi-final tonight!" A woman who follows football? I politely answered, "Of course I will be watching it. Not that I am really interested, but watching sport relaxes me." She was all smiles. "Me too. And then, watching those handsome quadriceps," she giggled, "you know, I am old, but I can still appreciate such things." I have never been good at lying, but this time I had to. "Oh you are not old," I don't know how these words went out so fast, if I had readied them, I wouldn't be that fast! "Oh so kind from you, but I am," she shook her head, her upper lip turning up. I insisted, "Please, stop, you are not old at all". She smiled and lit her eyes up. Looking straight into my eyes. And my heart stopped. She almost whispered, "Again, thank you. Why won't you come over here for the game? I may arrange a light dinner and then we can enjoy it." A bell rung in my head. My eyes were fallen to Barbara's ankles, whose tanned colour stroke so beautifully with the spandex black, and they climbed up to her eyes. It had been a while, more than a year, since I had my last date with a girl, and this one was going to be pretty interesting. I heard something in my stomach that witnessed how interested I was really was. "Wow, that would be great," I was so honest! "What could I bring up for dinner?" She stood up and said, "Nothing, I have already everything. Don't expect a three-course meal though!" and she smiled one more time. So we arranged to meet in little more than two hours. In the meanwhile, I had just the time to go buy a bottle of white wine and then get back to the flat to change shirt and trousers. I opted for my best jeans and a tight yellow polo shirt, since I was pretty sure that Barbara would have been dressing quite causally. The idea that someone else could have been with us popped up, but I pretended not to be possible. At 9 I rang up. Before I could see her, a breeze of perfume overwhelmed my senses. I handed out the bottle of wine, and in so doing I noticed her slender fingers, with a freshly polished light blue enamel on her nails, the same light blue of her eyes. She was wearing tight white trousers and a red blouse with a deep V that allowed a deep view of her breasts. I followed her into the kitchen, that looked like it had been delivered right away, where she had prepared two dishes with melon and ham, green salad, tomatoes and cheese. I stood by the table, while she uncorked the bottle and walked around with forks, knives et al. "I didn't know you like football," I said. "Well, when I was 20, I dated a football player," she replied. "So we had lots of free tickets, and in the Nineties we watched lots of great games. So, after he was gone, the passion stayed, at least for the big time matches." "And I did not know you had a gym here at home," I added. "Well, it is not a proper gym," she added while she kept on preparing the table, "I have a few kits and machines, and lately I prefer to go swimming rather than to a gym". This time it was my turn to take a long stare at her. "Oh, you look fit." "You liar!" she blushed, then she smiled and slapped my wrist, "You are fit, Guy. Do you play football?" Her blush rose my confidence: "Sure! A couple of times per week, though lately I have been reducing to just one for the exams." "Wow, so your quad must be pretty sexy...," she quipped seductively. Obviously it was my time to blush. She passed by me and let a hand soflty probe my abdomen. "And your abs look quite tight too! Don't worry, this dinner will be quite light, so you won't get any exceeding weight on", she said, and she kept caressing the are around my navel. The touch of her hand on my belly made me shiver. Her touch lasted only a few seconds, then she moved on, disappearing for a while out of that huge kitchen room. When she came back, we sat at the kitchen table and began to have dinner. Conversation was pretty uneventful, it ranged from football to family to careers (basically, she lives out of the rents of the buildings she got with the divorce), and was showered by the wine I had brought. 10 o'clock came and we noticed it at the very last moment. We sat side by side in front of the screen, the fabric of our trousers making contact. "Who do you think are going to win?" she said. "Germany, surely," I boasted, "but I am afraid they will overcome Brazil on the penalty shootout. You know, tomorrow I will have to wake up early." "Don't worry, Germany are going to win easily,", she guaranteed. She noticed a move in my lips and countered, smiling, "Do you reckon women don't know about football?" "I said nothing!" I tried to justify, but that was exactly what I thought. "But I saw your expression," she kept smiling, leaning toward me, "we will see. Well, we can make a bet. If Germany wins by 1, or on penalties, or Brazil wins, I will offer you as many drinks as the goal differential. If Germany wins by 2 or more, it will be you who pays me as many drinks. Agree?" I had drunk too much that it all looked so confused; anyway, I agreed. "Look, I wear yellow like Brazil, while you are wearing red like Germany," I added. "Sure. If you want, we can swap shirts," she quipped, "but the bet stands!" while saying so, her hand fell on my quadriceps and moved up and down for a while. After she stopped, she left her hand over my leg. For a while I froze. I asked myself what all that would have led. I hadn't had sex for a long time, and I hadn't even masturbated for a few weeks, so my dick was extremely sensitive. Then I realised how lucky I had been. It was just a matter of time. I just hoped the football game would not go to extra time. But the game was soon over. Germany scored after barely 10 mins; then, from min 20 to min 30, floodgates opened: Germany was ahead, 5-0. In the process, Barbara kept on cheering on and taunting me out, "You are going to go broke, little Guy!" With her perfume all over me, three glasses of wine in my veins, her hand moving up and down my leg and her curves pushing over my body, it was time to try my luck. I stood up, just to fall on my knees in front of her, and said, almost pleading, "Barbara, you are going to win the bet heavily. You know, I am just a student. I will honour my debt, but hey, if I could pay it in another way..." She looked quite stunned, but just a few seconds. "Oh Guy, you are so sweet!" she took my hands and added, "Get up and sit here by my side, don't be silly!" I sat back over there, but I insisted. I kept staring into her eyes, my face getting nearer to her. She kept turning down my offers, but her face move slowly toward mine. I took her hand, and she crossed my fingers with hers. In a few seconds that lasted like a hour, our lips touched for the first time. And after a few seconds, we kissed again. She took my face with her hands, and pressed her lips over my lips, opening her mouth and allowing my tongue to sneak in. While my tongue avidly inspected her mouth, her hands left my face to fall down to my shoulders, then to my arms, finally to my torso. My hands started to caress her back, finding the lock of her bra and swiftly undoing it. She was quite surprised by my prowess (my little secret), and I took advantage by undoing her blouse. She immediately replied by taking my shirt off with a single movement. Her hands moved down do my abdomen. "You are so fit, Guy, you make me so horny," she whispered I breathed those words and let her hands fall down. Her fingers sneaked in between the jeans and my skin, finding my underwear and moving inside. My dick was aching to be released and her nails hit the erection gently. "Oh Guy, it looks like you find me sexy after all...," the depth of her voice arousing me even more. I just sighed and tried to undo the belt, but she arrived first. I saw the exhilaration in her eyes when my dick was revealed, fully erected, to her face. I tried to undo her jeans, but she pulled away. He looked into my eyes and added "Let me do the play, Guy. After all, you have lost." I let my head fall back, while her fingers explored my shaft. "Guy, won't you please now take your jeans off completely, please?" she asked. How could I not obey. I got rid of everything I was wearing and I surrendered to her. She was still sitting in front of me; she kept staring at my dick, moving one finger all over the length. Then she leaned on, and took it into her mouth. Twice her tongue moved up and down, then she engulfed the entire piece of meat. I was in heaven and I wanted it to last for hours; unfortunately, too much time without practice meant that I could not resist for too long. "Barbara, I am afraid I am going to cum," I begged, almost ashamed. Instead than stopping, Barbara fastened the pace and her hands gently squeezed my balls. I felt my balls swell and after just a few seconds I could not hold on. After the first shot she framed a few seconds, then she kept sucking on. As far as I know, it looked like I kept cumming for a while. Finally, I stopped. "Wow Guy, you had a few gallons in the cellar, hadn't you," she said, her finger tracing a pattern on my cheek. I was still panting, while she stood up and gave me a wet kiss. Her tongue unloaded some droplet of my cum into my mouth, then she got sure it was swiped all over inside my mouth. "Sorry Barbara, I didn't want to cum so fast," I added. She wrapped her arms around me and added "It's alright, baby, really." We sat back and we cuddled together, my hands on her belly. We kept kissing, and now it was my time to undo her jeans. I kissed her mound through her knickers, before revealing all of her beauty. I knelt in front of her, and in so doing I felt my dick getting rigid again. I dived my faced into her shaven treasure, doing for the first time what I had been fantasizing for years. The "Oh" Barbara cried out looked out of surprise. I savoured the moment, avidly licking her humours, whose scent and flavoured inebriated me. Barbara moaned, while my tongue pushed deeper inside her, before properly licking her clit. Her hand move to my head, guiding it where she wanted. Until she froze and then shook, almost tearing a few hair away from my head, and letting a growl out. By then, my dick was again fully erected. I stood up and brought it toward her pussy. Her hands guided me in, and then I rode her. This time I felt like I would not have come for a while, so I thrusted with a faster pace. Then Barbara asked me to change position, with her mounting me. And hey she was so powerful. Her giant boobs move all over, and my hands were eager to keep them firm. She came twice, before asking me to ride her from a standing position. I stood up, took her ankles and asked if I should cum outside her. She sighed "I want you inside of me," and after not too long I climaxed. She wrapped her legs around me and kept me standing inside her for a while. Then she let me slip away, stood up and whispered "Stay with me tonight, Guy." She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. My Landlord Ch. 02 I was feeling quite relaxed. I could not locate where I was lying, nor what time it was, but a sweet light was shining all over the room in a cool temperature. Slowly I became conscious that a morning erection was on, under the sheets I was lying in. In the meanwhile, a soft aroma of coffee hit my nostrils; and finally a female voice was whispering my name. "Guy... Guy... It's 8.30 am, time to wake up." I recognized Barbara's voice. I opened a single eye, then the other. "What?" "Hey, it's 8.30 am... and I have to go meet a few people." I looked harder and I saw Barbara sitting by my side. She was completely dressed, with a dark grey dress and a white blouse on. My eyes fell on her cleavage; she was wearing a white bra. "Here is some coffee, I have put no sugar in, I don't know how sweet you like it." "Oh, so sweet from you," and I leaned on to kiss her. She offered her lips. "Now I can put my lipstick on," she said. I got out of the bed in order to sit down and have my coffee. In so doing, my hard-on became evident. "Wow, Guy, good morning again!" and she gently stroke it with her right hand, from the tip down to the balls. "I am so sorry, Barbara." "Why be sorry? It's only natural... and I would love to start it all again, but really I have no time right now. And I guess you have to study," she hinted. I held her hand while she was stroking me, following her movement. "Tonight it was fantastic, Barbara. You are unbelievable." I was honest about it. "Oh you make me blush," she said while walking toward the door, "Who knows how many young hotties you have had, they are surely fitter and dirtier." "Not really," I swore, "I have focused on the studies, so I have had not much time for the girls, apart from the summer. Anyway, you are the sexiest woman I have been with." "Yeah, only because I am older, so I must have been the first woman among many girls! Anyway, I know I can be rude, but time is running thin, so we will continue this conversation in a different moment." So I gobbled my coffee and gathered my clothes. "Hey Barbara, tonight there is the other semi-final. I am sure you don't want to miss the Dutch!" I teased. She opened her eyes. That shade of light blue made my heart stop. "Please say it!", my heart begged. "Sure I will be watching it," she said, "if you want, you may come over here at 8. No need to bring any wine this time." "Yeees!" I shouted between myself. "It's okay," that's all what I mumbled. I followed her through the apartment, gazing at her rather athletic calves and her high heels. Before she opened the door, I kissed her softly on her lips again. "Now I have really to go," she said. We took the lift together, before splitting up at the ground floor. The match was scheduled at 10, so we would have had time for something more before it. Getting my mind on the books was rather hard that morning. Hard was the proper adjective, since my dick kept being erect most of the times. I don't know how, I managed to get my senses together and finally get back to the studying mood. The exam was not difficult at all, and most of all it was my very last exam. I had got an excellent mark in the important exam, this one is just a complementary of, so I was confident I would have made it out somehow. The mark I would have got was not meant to be a factor, after 22 exams my average would have not changed that much. So I kept on reading, and repeating. And dreaming of Barbara's breasts. Just before 7 I closed my books and took a shower. Minutes ticked on so slowly, but right after 8 I rang up. She opened the door and her perfume got all over me. I got barely the time to see what she was wearing, a black sleeveless blouse with khaki shorts, her feet in sandals. And right after she closed the door, Barbara was all over me (or maybe it was me who jumped over her). Our tongues started to fight furiously, with my hands on her back and her hands probing my buttocks. She pressed me against her body, with my already erect dick trudging against her. As we stopped, I opened my eyes and I could see she was not smiling, she was almost ready to fight. She made the footstep that leads to her giant living room, holding my hand, and took me to the couch. She began swiftly to undo my shirt, while my hands cupped her giant breasts. "How rude from me, maybe I should ask you if you want something to drink," she said before making her mouth available to my tongue. "I am just hungry of you, Barbara," I made clear, while taking off her blouse and reaching for the bra. With a swift movement she got free from my arms and reached for the belt of my trousers. She undid the belt and then the buttons, with my bulge aching to be set free. "Off they go," she ordered, and I got rid of my shoes and trousers. She slipped her fingers inside my underpants, with her nails gently probing my erection. While her tongue licked my face, she slowly took off my underpants, finally getting hold of my dick. "It's since this morning that I craved to have it all for me," she hissed. I let my head down against the couch and let her have her way. It was what I had been dreaming of all day long, hoping it would have happened. Now my dick was engulfed in her mouth, her tongue playing with it. I thought I would have lasted only a few seconds, but she masterfully furthered the pleasure, until her hands started to frantically stroke my shaft, that could not resist any more. She pumped all the seed I had been mustering during the day, swallowing it with lust. "You have the sweetest cum, Guy," she murmured, before kissing me, her tongue making her way into my mouth, letting me share the taste of my own seed. She cuddled between my arms, her hands getting accustomed to my body. Then she stood up, and said, "Time to have some prosecco." I took my underpants with me and followed her to the kitchen, examining her body once again. She must have been flattering in her prime, and now some pounds on her sides showed her age; but her body was still really sexy, made to be touched and fondled. Before she poured the wine, I hugged her from behind and I made her turn, putting my mouth on hers and whispering "You're so sexy, Barbara," before lowering the right cup of her bra and taking the nipple in my mouth. She giggled and walked free, "Hey, Guy, show a little patience." From the fridge she took a bottle of prosecco, a bottle of water and a bowl with cold pasta with pesto and tomatoes. We sat out and had dinner. Conversation wandered from my studies to her life after the divorce, and it managed to be lively. But I was not there to just have a chat. When I felt it was due, I slipped my hand over her hand and leaned my head forward. She answered the call and let me kiss her. I stood up from the stool and reached for her, who accepted my embrace. I started to kiss her down her mouth, slowly lining down to her breasts. I adored her boobs, so sexily huge and completely tanned. I lingered on keeping as much flesh I could in my mouth, my hands probing her buttocks and then nearing her thighs. She was wearing white panties, and I bowed to kiss her. She sighed and I took them off. She opened her legs and I probed her pussy with a finger. It was wet, a thing I couldn't resist. I dipped my tongue in, inhaling the aroma, while her body shook a bit. She pulled me up and whispered "If you want something, you can ask, Guy". "Your time to choose, Barbara." I conceded. "I want you to fuck me from behind." Those sheer words made my pole even stiffer. It's the position I do love the most. We went to other side of the room, where she leaned on a dining table. She showed me her back and opened her legs. Then she took my dick in her hand, guiding it inside her. I propped myself on her wrists and began to push. "Come on, Guy, put on the higher gears," she quickly ordered. My hands grabbed her boobs and could hardly contain each of them. To get a better hold my hands had to get back to her wrists and I kept on pushing frantically. Her moans gave evidence she was fully enjoying it; she kept prompting me to push harder and harder, until I warned her that I was about to cum. "Shoot all you can, Guy!" she ordered, and I complied. The heat and the exercise made our bodies covered with sweat. She took me to her bedroom, where we lay side by side. "Hey, the match must be already on!" she cried. "Do you really care?" I really didn't bother about football by then. "Not at all," she assured. "How was the sex?" Well, it went straight out of my mouth without even thinking. "Please, Guy, don't try to be a "real" man. You are alright, really," she rebuked. "You sure?"I knew I was blushing. "I am," and she smiled. I kissed her on her cheek. She smiled again. Then she stuck a finger in her pussy, before taking it into her mouth. "You still taste sweet," and she giggled. "Don't you believe it?" "Oh, if you say so," I don't know what, but that remark sounded funny. "So you don't believe it." And she sighed. "Remember, I won a bet last night". "I recall." Sooner or later, I knew she would have made me pay for it. "Now it's time or you to start paying it back," she taunted sort of ominously. "Do you want a glass of wine?" I offered. "Ha ha silly boy! You will service me in a different way". She jumped on her knees and swatted over me, her pussy over my face. "Look what all that exercise is good for!" Her pussy was dripping wet over my mouth and I had no choice than lick her out. She moaned her satisfaction, until she came. She reached down for my lips and kissed me, her tongue exploring my mouth. Her left hand grabbed my balls and tested my penis, that was swelling fast by then. With her nails she made it hard in a while. "Oh, you are ready once again. You are an animal." She climbed on top of me and fucked me like I were a dildo. She directed the speed as she liked, climaxing at least twice, her moans building up my orgasm. After I cummed, I almost passed out. I woke up at 6 am and Barbara was watching me. "Did you sleep well, hun?" she sweetly asked. "Yeah," I purred. "Good. You have an exam to prepare, and I am afraid I have demanded too much from you." The blue of her eyes seemed a tad darker. "Last night it was fantastic," I swore. "Yeah, it was. But now you have to focus on your exam. It's just a day away. And anyway, tonight I won't be at home," she whispered. "Are you dumping me? My heart began to accelerate. "Not really," she added. "Simply, you won't be seeing me until Friday evening, at the soonest. Hey, since you have waken up, I can prepare some breakfast, so you can start studying earlier." I had already learned that she had a strong character.