My delicious landlady episode 1
My DELICIOUS LANDLADY
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(Episode 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 housegirl up and wondering if I could score. She was plump in a nice sort of way with a heavy Bottom and medium round bosoms. I smiled at her and she smiled back then looked away shyly, rolling her h¡ps 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–k 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 bosoms each almost as big as a melon.
Despite her evident roundness, i could make out formidably wide h¡ps through her clothes, a loose blouse with a wrapper tied round her wa-ist. From the way her bosoms were rolling heavily but gently from side to side as she moved, i could tell she was not in b-ra. 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 w¡dened 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 d–k 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 l-ips 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 cle-vage. 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 m—-s 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 bosoms 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.
Two days later I was relaxing in,side 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 eva 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–k 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 sed-ctively as she walked away.
I knew I was in trouble. How was I supposed to stop my d–k from misbehaving while sitting in the car with her? Just a few seconds chat and I could already feel the prec-m 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 cle-vage. 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 m—d 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 s₱0ts. 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 in,side 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.”
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“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.
Tbc