The autumn passed slowly, as I waited expectantly in my room night after night, hoping for a visit from Mrs G in her bathrobe. The vision of her pulling the cord on it as she came through the door, and letting the sides trail out behind her displaying her breasts, was never far from my mind, only to be topped by the way she shrugged it off her shoulders, and stood in front of me clad only in panties.
Reminiscences like this didn't usually last long before I got so excited I had to reach for my hanky, particularly when I got to the bit where she asked me to take off her panties and I was face to face with the downey red hairs that almost outlied her sex.
I often heard the bathroom door go and listened expectantly as the footsteps marched along the corridor, but alas they sailed straight on past my door to hers. That was until.......
A tap on the door and a head poked round.
"Can I come in?"
Can you! I've been dreaming of this moment for ages!
"Please do" said my mouth.
She walked over to my bed brandishing a tube of ointment and,
sadly without tugging at her bath robe cord, and thus without exposing herself to me, sat down on the edge of my bed.
"I've got an ache between my shoulder blades and wondered if you'd mind rubbing it for me. I can't reach it."
I twisted round awkwardly, took the tube and tried to set to work. She loosened the top of her bath robe just enough to allow me access to her shoulders and to see the deep cleft between her breasts, but not enough to expose them to my curious gaze, unfortunately.
It soon became obvious that I couldn't do much good from that position, and would have to sit bolt upright. I didn't want to get out of bed for the usual reason. Erections were so spontaneous then! She leaned back against me as I worked, both of us obviously enjoying it, when she said.
"You are such a gentleman. Here I am, in your room wearing only a bath robe and you really haven't tried to take advantage."
My cock was behaving in anything other than a gentlemany fashion and I could feel the first drops of my excitement moistening my pyjamas.
"Have you told anyone about......
"you know.......
"about what we did?"
"No," I almost screamed, "no never, that's very private. That's a secret."
"Good. Let's keep it like that because I get some odd looks in the village. I expect it's just tittle tattle, but I am sure some folk are wondering what Mrs G gets up to with that young lodger.
"Anyway, I just wanted to make sure we kept our little secret. Seascale is a small place and I don't want to get the reputation of being a scarlet woman."
We talked it through some more, and I swore that my lips were sealed. I was unlikely to tell anybody about my wanking habbits anyway, let alone that I'd been tossed off by my landlady.
I massaged on.
"How are you getting on with The Smutty Book?" She asked with a cheeky grin.
"It's good to find someone to talk to about that sort of stuff......
"About fantasies.......
"To use words that we can't normally use.....
"Have you read the one where he massages her back with baby oil?"
This is getting hard to cope with. I've got an erection, Mrs G is sitting on my bed, wearing only a bath robe, talking about a book of sexual fantasies, and I'm rubbing her shoulders while looking down the somewhat pronounced valley between her breasts.
"Yes" I confessed. I had read this story, more than once, and only just managed to get to the end of it without coming.
"I do so love other peoples fantasies," she admitted, "they're so sexy, and they make me want to.......
"You know........
"Touch myself.......
"Down there........
"It's just so exciting."
Now she's telling me about her masturbation fantasies. Fuck!
"I bet you'd be good at massage.........
"You've got magic hands........
"They're doing wonders for my shoulders."
Things now took an unexpected turn, for me at any rate, as she put her hand in her bathrobe pocket and produced a small bottle of Johnsons Baby Oil and handed it to me.
"I would love you to do my back.........
"Would you do that for me.....
"Please."
There was no need for the please! I could think of few things I'd rather do than massage baby oil into the warm pliable body of Mrs G. I think I managed to croak a yes before she told me to get up so that she could lie down.
Everything now was a blur. I lept off my bed, trying to hide my rather obvious excitement. I have no idea why I found it so embarrassing to have an erection, it just was.
She loosened the cord of her bath robe slightly, shrugged it off her shoulders in such a way that it fell open to her waist. She was now effectively topless as she lay face down on my bed. For a few glorious seconds I caught sight of both her breasts, but that triangle of red wispy hair, the bit that failed so miserably to hide her sex from my inquisative eyes, remained alas, hidden.
"Start on my shoulders and work down really slowly. I want to know if it feels as good as she says it does, in the book."
