It was three days hence and the fading light shone through the lattice window as the landlady and her lodger sat enjoying their late supper together before a simmering log fire. In those three days, they had spent the time getting to know each other. They talked about his family back home in the shires. His new situation as an apprentice teller in the financial heart of the city. His pursuits and Interests as well as life in general and how much he was looking forward to living in the grand old lady.
Albert Johnson was nineteen years. He was tall. Countryside lean. Sporting a thick shaggy brown mop of hair with matching brown eyes and an attentive sensible nature. Through connections, he had managed to arrange suitable lodgings near to his place of employment and an initial payment for his monthly rent had been agreed with the lady of the house, Mrs. Hoopenlicker. All in all, things had turned out most fortunate as he sat there enjoying his late supper listening to his landlady chatting happily away about all things under the sun.
To his surprise, he found Mrs. Hoopenlicker a most entertaining companion. She was charming, bright, and witty with an easy-going manner that put him instantly at ease. Their little adventure on his first day had, apparently, faded into nothing more than an unfortunate memory and had never been mentioned again.
Or so he thought.
The sound of her voice and warmth of his supper helped the trials of the day float gently away as he sat on the couch enjoying her company. He rested his bowl on his lap and slowly closed his eyes feeling much contented as he listened.
Such was his sleepy repose, he didn't notice his landlady get out of her fireside chair and ease down beside him and put a hand on his right knee.
"By chance in Summertime, Mr. Johnson," said the older woman as she glanced up at her lodger who was now very much awake and staring wide-eyed at her. "The idyllic dreams of an unattached lady such as myself are sometimes disturbed in a way that does peculiar things to her sensibilities and there is not a jot she can do about it no matter how hard she tries."
The young man was about to say something but she put a finger to his lips. "That first morning those idyllic dreams were very much disturbed by what this lady witnessed and is now the only thing she can think about," She paused for she understood full well that the next step was the greatest step of all. "If you'd be willing, Mr. Johnson, I should very much like to share this dream with you." To emphasis the point, she slowly drew her finger down the front of his stays.
To young Albert Johnson, it sounded as if his heart was in his skull with his mind all at sea. Rational thought had taken flight and even if he could think straight he doubted he would be able to give voice to it. "Ah, uh, well," he managed as he stared at his landlady as she cuddled closer to him.
All things being equal, Mrs. Hoopenlicker was a fine looking woman. Late forties, he imagined. She was of medium height. Maturely curvaceous. Immaculately presented with long blonde hair that was tied in a fashion down her back. She was wearing a starched white blouse that was buttoned to the neck and tied at the wrists as well as a sensible yellow ankle-length skirt overlaid with flower stitching here and there. A pair of laced leather black boots completed the picture.
"Fret not about my presumptions, Mr. Johnson," she confessed. "But I must speak of the things that are to the forefront of my mind. I ask only that you consider my request in the spirit it is meant," Mrs. Hoopenlicker saw the first flush of desire flicker in his eyes. "And if I may be so bold, perhaps a little persuasion may assist in your decision." she offered as she got to her feet and pulled out a wooden stool from under the table.
Facing away from him, she placed it in front of the fire as she leaned forward thus presenting her lodger with a perfect view of her shapely backside. She paused for a moment before she turned and put her right foot on the stool. Then, as he sat there watching her little erotic dance, she slowly began to draw up her skirt and petticoats to reveal more of her black stockings to his rapt attention. She stopped at the first sign of her garter and bare thigh. "There now, Mr. Johnson. Do you like what you see?" she teased.
"But I hardly know you, Mrs. Hoopenlicker," gasped Albert. "Though I am much flattered by your attention, I think it only right to point out that we have only just met."
His landlady tugged her clothes a little higher so that the needlepoint of her white French knickers was showing. "Isn't that the thrill of it though?" she breathed suggestively. "What path we choose shall only concern the two of us at this moment. I trust such an arrangement shall be completely confidential by its very nature. I have needs, Mr. Johnson, and conversation can only get one so far. Besides," she smiled as she ran both hands down her exposed thigh. "If there had been a whiff of doubt, Sir, you would have said so the moment I laid my hand on your thigh."
Her lodger stared at her. The lady of the house was right. He nodded. "Your words have me at a loss, Mrs. Hoopenlicker," he replied. "Some things are meant to be and I cannot deny I am aroused by the opportunity you are offering me. Let us have our way with each other and hell be damned."
And so began the strange affair between the landlady, Mrs. Hoopenlicker, and her lodger, Mr. Johnson.
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"What a magnificent appendage, Mr Johnson," gasped Mrs. Hoopenlicker as she admired the young man's sex as it hung down from his groin. Its length was as long as her forearm with the smooth apple-sized head hidden under the foreskin. "I swear it is the most invigorating thing I have ever seen!"
Her lodger was flushed of face as he stood there with his shirt bunched up around his waist whilst his landlady knelt at his feet fawning and cooing over his growing prick. Growing not so much in length but in thickness as the engorged head slowly emerged from its sheath.
"May I touch it?" she asked politely, glancing up at him. Heavens, her heart was pounding so vigorously in her chest she felt quite befuddled as she reached up and extended a finger to stroke his stiffening manhood.
Albert was beyond reason as he stood gently swaying. What a ridiculous question! He very much wanted Mrs. Hoopenlicker to touch his thing and do so much more with it for he was quite unable to resist the temptations she was offering him.
He nodded eagerly. "Please do, Mrs. Hoopenlicker," he gasped. "But with caution for I have little experience in such things and the bell may ring sooner rather than later."
Grasping the monster at its base, she lifted it up so that its great head and one eye stared back at her as it throbbed in her grip. The most noticeable thing to her was how heavy and hot it was. Pushing it further back, she saw his ball sack reaching down to mid-thigh and she could only imagine how full each nut must be with the syrup contained within. Slowly drawing her fist up the shaft, she paused just below the crown and squeezed him gently so that a large drop of dew appeared. Peeking up at Mr. Johnson, she bent her head and deftly licked the pearl away with her tongue. "Never let it be said," she smiled as she got to her feet. "I let a single drop go to waste."
Mrs. Hoopenlicker hefted her skirts and delicately removed her knickers before turning away from him so she could kneel on her couch. Revealing her full bare posterior, she glanced over her shoulder to see Albert fisting his weeping phallus as he gawped at her rear all agog. "Mount me from behind, Mr. Johnson," she urged as the young man stepped between her spread thighs. "I much prefer to be taken this way."
Albert stared at his landlady's round bottom that lay before him as ripe and succulent as a split peach. Her rotundity was perfect. Large, yes, but perfectly proportioned with each white cheek hiding the delights in between. She had tilted her hips so that her mound was easily accessible to his excited prodding. As he watched, Mrs. Hoopenlicker reached down between her thighs and ran a solitary finger along her hairy slot.
Quickly, he dropped his trousers and stepped out of them leaving his heavy bell end swinging lustily in tingling anticipation. Below, he could feel his testes beginning to churn in their mottled sack as he grasped his stiff penis and positioned himself for his initial penetration of her puss puss.
