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I have written about housewives in previous posts. These were older ladies, as I was a barely legal teen -- maybe. This is about my former landlady "Pearl."
She was quite a lush, and was usually drunk by the time I came home from work or grocery shopping. I dropped off a rent check and she said her birthday was the next day. She had no plans, and was wondering if I'd stop by after my evening swim for some drinks. She was serving "Puffs" (a drink I was unfamilar with). I said sure. The next day was another hot Fresno summer day. I fought traffic, and got home a few minutes later than planned.
I checked my mailbox, got a beer, and changed into my suit. I grabbed my towel and headed for the pool. Pearl was already there in her "Old Lady" one-piece, lounging in a chair. We chatted and talked as I swam and she swilled her drink. We hadn't discussed anything but drinks, so I was surprised when the pizza delivery guy walked up; and she announced: Our dinner has arrived. I was confused, as it was her birthday, but she was buying dinner???
She laughed and said she couldn't invite me to a party and not feed me. She took the money out of the bra of her suit, paid the delivery boy, and asked me to follow her in. I was dripping wet, so I launched out of the pool, grabbed my towel, protesting that she shouldn't buy dinner for me.
She laughed, and said: Quit your complaining and get in here. It seemed weird to be invited in, so I looked around the apartments to see if anybody was watching me go to her apartment. The coast was clear.
Once in, I was comfortable (and hungry!), eating slices of pizza and slamming the puff drinks on the table to get a good fizz. My towel was d****d around me toga-style. Pearl said: You look like a Greek God with that thing.
I said: Well, that wouldn't be very fair. If I was a Greek God, I'd be naked under this, and you aren't.
Pearl said: Well it's my birthday, so here's my suit; and she slipped her swimsuit straps off her her shoulders and let her large hanger tits swing free. They were majestic, with nice nubby nipples and large aerolas.
Now it's fair, she challenged me; motioning me to come closer. I gently grabbed her tits, gently twisting her erect nipples. Maybe you'd give me a birthday kiss.
Now I don't normally kiss older ladies -- especially then at that age -- but I also knew that she'd be grateful; and would reward any attention and affection I showed.
I French-kissed her as I fondled her boobs; and she returned the favor by stroking my dick, "shrunken" by the cool water of the unheated pool. She did the trick, as I started to grow to a normal length.
I'll spare you all of the fake dialogue that infects these stories: Oooh, Fuck my hot pussy, daddy. Etc., etc.
We layed on the couch. I went down on her -- tried, but we were falling off. I led her back to her bed, where we continued. She didn't come really big or squirt (like all the stories you read), but she did come and enjoy it. She returned the favor, and I came, but she let all but the first spurt (in her mouth) squirt on her tits. That was our only time in those apartments.
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Long after I had moved out of the apartments and remarried, I tracked her down to a new apartment, where she lived as a resident.
I'd visit every so often, as my daughter was ofter at my parent's house, and her place was on the way. She was no longer a drunk; but was in AA, and sponsoring other recovering alcoholics. I was pretty proud of her, turning her life around in her retirement.
One warm day I decided to stop by for a visit. I knocked, but no answer. I turned and was walking back to my car, when I heard the door open. Oh, Hi, she said. I just got out of the shower. I turned and walked back to the door, and saw she was wearing shorts, and holding a shirt closed over her breasts. (Was she bathing, or Jilling off? I wondered.)
She opened the door for me and stepped back for me to enter. I hugged her as usual. She apologised that she was barely dressed, and apologised about her scar from heart surgery. It was a pink, stitched line up her sternum.
I smiled. I told her: I don't mind the scar, because you've got a wonderful, caring heart under that. I grasped each side of the blouse she was holding closed, and said: You've also got two beautiful breasts on either side of it!
I waited.
She smiled slyly, and loosened her grip a little. I parted the blouse, gently cupping her boobs, and drawing her to my lips for a kiss. We separated, and she smiled again; I then led her to the couch and sat her down. I knelt in front of her and kissed her nipples for a couple of minutes.
Then I got on the couch, and we kissed while I stroked her boobs.
She said: You're married now, should we be doing this?
I'm OK with it, I said. Things have dried up since the k** arrived. I kissed her and groped her some more.
She was groping my hardening cock. Houston, we're getting a problem, she said (something like that).
I said: Things really have dried up at home. Would you please give me a release? I kissed her again. She smiled.
I unbuckled and slid my pants and underware down in one motion below my knees, so I could open my legs.
She didn't hesitate grabbing the head of my cock, and I got my balls re-arranged and out more comfortable. She obliged and alternated between stroking cock and fondling balls. I pulled my shirt up, and paused my boob fondling.
Just cum on your chest for me, she said. After another minute, I came and squirted an "average" amount of cum, which she played with, tasting a little.
I wiped up and dressed quickly, as I was now overdue to pick up the k**.
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We got together several more times. I did eat her out to repay the hand job. I did plow her pussy, which was still pretty tight. She gave me a final blowjob before she moved.
She was quite a lush, and was usually drunk by the time I came home from work or grocery shopping. I dropped off a rent check and she said her birthday was the next day. She had no plans, and was wondering if I'd stop by after my evening swim for some drinks. She was serving "Puffs" (a drink I was unfamilar with). I said sure. The next day was another hot Fresno summer day. I fought traffic, and got home a few minutes later than planned.
I checked my mailbox, got a beer, and changed into my suit. I grabbed my towel and headed for the pool. Pearl was already there in her "Old Lady" one-piece, lounging in a chair. We chatted and talked as I swam and she swilled her drink. We hadn't discussed anything but drinks, so I was surprised when the pizza delivery guy walked up; and she announced: Our dinner has arrived. I was confused, as it was her birthday, but she was buying dinner???
She laughed and said she couldn't invite me to a party and not feed me. She took the money out of the bra of her suit, paid the delivery boy, and asked me to follow her in. I was dripping wet, so I launched out of the pool, grabbed my towel, protesting that she shouldn't buy dinner for me.
She laughed, and said: Quit your complaining and get in here. It seemed weird to be invited in, so I looked around the apartments to see if anybody was watching me go to her apartment. The coast was clear.
Once in, I was comfortable (and hungry!), eating slices of pizza and slamming the puff drinks on the table to get a good fizz. My towel was d****d around me toga-style. Pearl said: You look like a Greek God with that thing.
I said: Well, that wouldn't be very fair. If I was a Greek God, I'd be naked under this, and you aren't.
Pearl said: Well it's my birthday, so here's my suit; and she slipped her swimsuit straps off her her shoulders and let her large hanger tits swing free. They were majestic, with nice nubby nipples and large aerolas.
Now it's fair, she challenged me; motioning me to come closer. I gently grabbed her tits, gently twisting her erect nipples. Maybe you'd give me a birthday kiss.
Now I don't normally kiss older ladies -- especially then at that age -- but I also knew that she'd be grateful; and would reward any attention and affection I showed.
I French-kissed her as I fondled her boobs; and she returned the favor by stroking my dick, "shrunken" by the cool water of the unheated pool. She did the trick, as I started to grow to a normal length.
I'll spare you all of the fake dialogue that infects these stories: Oooh, Fuck my hot pussy, daddy. Etc., etc.
We layed on the couch. I went down on her -- tried, but we were falling off. I led her back to her bed, where we continued. She didn't come really big or squirt (like all the stories you read), but she did come and enjoy it. She returned the favor, and I came, but she let all but the first spurt (in her mouth) squirt on her tits. That was our only time in those apartments.
************
Long after I had moved out of the apartments and remarried, I tracked her down to a new apartment, where she lived as a resident.
I'd visit every so often, as my daughter was ofter at my parent's house, and her place was on the way. She was no longer a drunk; but was in AA, and sponsoring other recovering alcoholics. I was pretty proud of her, turning her life around in her retirement.
One warm day I decided to stop by for a visit. I knocked, but no answer. I turned and was walking back to my car, when I heard the door open. Oh, Hi, she said. I just got out of the shower. I turned and walked back to the door, and saw she was wearing shorts, and holding a shirt closed over her breasts. (Was she bathing, or Jilling off? I wondered.)
She opened the door for me and stepped back for me to enter. I hugged her as usual. She apologised that she was barely dressed, and apologised about her scar from heart surgery. It was a pink, stitched line up her sternum.
I smiled. I told her: I don't mind the scar, because you've got a wonderful, caring heart under that. I grasped each side of the blouse she was holding closed, and said: You've also got two beautiful breasts on either side of it!
I waited.
She smiled slyly, and loosened her grip a little. I parted the blouse, gently cupping her boobs, and drawing her to my lips for a kiss. We separated, and she smiled again; I then led her to the couch and sat her down. I knelt in front of her and kissed her nipples for a couple of minutes.
Then I got on the couch, and we kissed while I stroked her boobs.
She said: You're married now, should we be doing this?
I'm OK with it, I said. Things have dried up since the k** arrived. I kissed her and groped her some more.
She was groping my hardening cock. Houston, we're getting a problem, she said (something like that).
I said: Things really have dried up at home. Would you please give me a release? I kissed her again. She smiled.
I unbuckled and slid my pants and underware down in one motion below my knees, so I could open my legs.
She didn't hesitate grabbing the head of my cock, and I got my balls re-arranged and out more comfortable. She obliged and alternated between stroking cock and fondling balls. I pulled my shirt up, and paused my boob fondling.
Just cum on your chest for me, she said. After another minute, I came and squirted an "average" amount of cum, which she played with, tasting a little.
I wiped up and dressed quickly, as I was now overdue to pick up the k**.
***************************
We got together several more times. I did eat her out to repay the hand job. I did plow her pussy, which was still pretty tight. She gave me a final blowjob before she moved.
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