Upon moving to a new city, I found a room to rent from a friend of my mother’s. They were empty nesters. I would have the basement that overlooked a lake to myself. It was gonna be perfect.
Janet was a sweet woman, in her sixties but still attractive. The husband was always traveling, and I heard he was kind of a dick. I arrived early in the afternoon, and Janet showed me around. She apologized that her husband was not here for my first night. She was in sweats and had a nice ass and very perky tits.
I took a nap after a long car ride and woke up to the smell of Italian food. I went upstairs and Janet was putting some food down. I wasn’t that hungry, but it smelled great.
She had changed into jeans and a flowing blouse. It was buttoned up, but as I sat across from her, I realized that she was not wearing a bra. I could make out the shape of her tits and could see the outline of her hard nipples. It was very sexy. I could see myself jerking off to this later.
The husband was supposed to be home but got delayed another day. After I was done, I told her I should hit the hay.
Janet convinced me to stay and chat in the living room. We talked for a while, and the conversation was deep and entertaining. I took every opportunity to check out her tits as they moved freely under her shirt. At some point I went to the toilet, and when I came back, she had undone at least half the buttons on her shirt.
I couldn’t see any more of her tits, but it was apparent that she was trying to seduce me. I sat closer to her, and her one hand fell on my leg. Okay, now I was getting hard. And that fantasy I was thinking about jerking off too was becoming a reality. The conversation slowed down, and we filled the silence with long stares. It was charged even if it was uncomfortable.
I knew she wanted me to take her, but I had a girlfriend who would be coming to visit in just one week. But when she moved her hand up my leg, I was easily convinced. I reached out and held one of her many necklace’s and asked about it. I touched her skin, and it was warm and wrinkle free. As she shared that story, my hand slowly went down and exposed her left breast. I cupped it and massaged it in my hand. It was a make-or-break moment.
Would she pull away and tell me it was a mistake, or would she want me to go for it? She played coy and asked what I was doing. I told her I wanted to get to know my new landlady. She laughed, put her glass of wine down, and took her blouse off. She sat in front of me, tits out, and asked, "What do you want to know?"
We crashed into each other and kissed with serious passion. She undressed me as we kissed and kissed. I was a Christmas present; she was in a hurry to unwrap. By the time I was shirtless, she was already talking dirty to me.