The Landlady free porn video

Just a silly story I wrote over a couple of nights. Completely fictional, hope you like it.

NEW TENANTS

Jack started seeing Lorna and it became serious. Trouble was that Jack being eighteen was a little naïve regarding women and couldn’t see that she was basically selfish. They say that love is blind and it was in this case, fortunately Lorna wasn’t prepared to become tied down with marriage and suggested they merely live together. That would give her a get out clause when she tired of him.

Looking for rented accommodation, they found one, it was cheaper than most primarily because the landlady lived downstairs. The landlady, Mrs Mills was aged sixty three, a slim woman. When they had applied for it the advert said couples only, no c***dren, no pets. Lorna got a cheap engagement and wedding ring for effect and Mrs Mills seemed happy for them to become her tenants. They paid the months rent in advance, well Jack did and moved in that week.

All went swimmingly for a week or two until Lorna lost her job as a secretary, this due to the fact she was always taking time off. When she told Jack, he said he couldn’t manage the rent, buy food and pay for his fares to work, Lorna would have to find a job as soon as possible even if she had to take a job in a factory. Lorna was adamant she wasn’t going to lower herself by working in a factory, “I don’t intend ruining my nails doing manual labour,” she answered angrily.

They were now having a full blown row and Jack wanting to defuse the situation decided he had better go for a walk.

When he returned an hour later, Mrs Mills was waiting for him as he entered the front door. Her face had a serious expression and he assumed it was because of the noise they had made earlier. Jack thought to pre-empt her by apologising.

“If it’s about the row earlier Mrs Mills I must apologise, Lorna lost her job today and I might have been a bit pushy when I suggested she find something she didn’t think was appropriate given her level of experience.” He gave a smile.

“No Mr Thomas, it’s not that, I think you need to come in to my living room.”

He was slightly nonplussed, but followed her into the downstairs room.

“Please sit Mr Thomas,” he did as she asked, she sat in the armchair opposite. “I think you had better read this.” Handing him a folded piece of paper she stood up and went into the kitchen.

He opened the folded sheet of paper, he saw straight away it was Lorna’s handwriting. He started to read.

Dear Jack, I think it’s time to call it a day, it was fun while it lasted but I think I expected more from the relationship than you were able offer both financially and physically, by the time you’ve read this I will be long gone, I’ve taken my stuff and some of the stuff we bought.

Lorna

Just as he screwed up the paper Mrs Mills re-entered the room carrying a tray of tea.

He stood up, “no, please sit Mr Thomas, I think you need this.”

He sat again as she placed the tray on the coffee table.

“Did you read the note?”

Without looking out she answered, “yes, I’m sorry.”

“That’s alright, it saves me explaining it to you.”

He accepted the cup of tea she offered him, “help yourself to sugar.”

He was about to speak but she raised her hand, “please, drink your tea, then we can discuss your situation.”

Sitting back down in the armchair, he noticed that her knees were slightly parted. He had noticed that some women when they reached a certain age had a tendency to sit in a rather unladylike posture. So it was with Mrs Mills. As hard as tried he found his eyes drawn to the gap between her legs, she was wearing old fashioned underwear, the type where the leg came half way down her thighs. Her voice made him look up.

“So Mr Thomas what are we to do?”

“Well of course I’ll look for somewhere else to live, if you could give me a couple of weeks.”

Her face assumed a sternness, “why, do you not like living here?”

“Well I thought as we took the flat as a couple and your rules state couples only.”

“Oh that, I’m sure I can trust you now I know you, besides my flat so I can change the rules.”

“That’s extremely understanding of you Mrs Mills but I wouldn’t be able to manage the rent on my own, that’s what the argument was about, without Lorna’s wage I wouldn’t have enough left for food and travel expenses.”

Placing her finger on her lips as if trying to think, her knees opened even more, then they snapped shut as she stood up. Going to a writing desk she took out a sheet of paper and a pen. Resuming her seat she picked up a magazine to rest the paper on and started to speak.

“Forgive my impertinence Mr Thomas but what is your take home pay?”

The question took him off guard and without thinking he told her. And she wrote down the figure.

“What are your travel costs?”

Again he told her.

“Is that for a weekly ticket?”

“Yes, I can’t afford a longer one.”

“So how much is a yearly season ticket?”

Again he told her, “but I cannot afford that.”

While still writing she merely said, “Shh.”

“Now for food, do you buy your food at work?”

“Yes there’s a coffee shop that sells sandwiches.”

“I see, I expect they’re expensive.”

Jack nodded, “yes, they seem to go up in price every couple of months.”

The writing continued, then. “If you look at the figures I’ve arrived at I think there’s a way that you could afford to stay here.”

Handing Jack the sheet he studied the figures she had arrived at.

“I’m sorry Mrs Mills, but you’ve put down the cost of a season ticket but I can’t afford that outlay.”

“Listen Mr Thomas, what I propose is that I pay for the cost of a season ticket, I’ve worked out a monthly amount that you can afford to pay me back, I’ve also worked out the cost of sandwiches if I make them for you and I suggest that you take your evening meals with me, you can tell me what food you like and dislike. I think that you’ll find you’ll be able to put some money away each month so that you can buy clothes etc.”

He couldn’t understand why she would be doing this for him. “Why would you do this for me Mrs Mills?”

“Well I think you’re a personable young man and you’ve been dealt a bit of a rotten deal, I daresay I could find you some odd jobs to do for me, so what do you say?” she extended her hand.

“I’m willing to try if you are Mrs Mills, but could I ask one thing?”

“Yes of course, what is it?”

“Could you call me Jack?” he extended his hand.

Taking his hand she gave it a gentle shake, “very well Jack, we have a deal.”

Apart from sleeping, washing and dressing and the odd occasions when he went out, he spent more of his time with Mrs Mills than he did in his own flat. When he returned from work he would invariably find her sat in her living room facing the front door, he would greet her then go upstairs to wash and change before going down for the evening meal, that was a condition she had asked.

Every month on the day he was paid he would take out the money to pay for his rent, the ticket loan and food, then he would sit while she sat opposite with a ledger on her lap filling out the details. He noticed she sat with her legs apart and was treated to a display of her passion killers.

One thing that disturbed him was that he was starting to look forward to these displays, he put it down to the fact that since Lorna had left he was practically celibate.

Then on one of these occasions he almost fainted when he realised that she was no longer wearing this style of underwear, she was now wearing panties. He started to feel the onset of an erection, god was he sick or what? This woman was over three times his age.

That night after he had helped her wash up, he declined the offer of a nightcap claiming a slight headache and said he was going to have an early night.

Climbing into bed he realised that any movement would cause it to squeak. The image of her sitting with her legs apart came into his head and he slid down his underpants and began to stroke his ever hardening penis, the bed gave a rhythmic squeak and he hoped to reach a climax as quickly as possible. His release came swiftly and he ejaculated onto his stomach. Fortunately he had a box of tissues on the bedside table.


Isabel Mills lay in her bed, trying to get off to sleep. Suddenly she was awake, there was a noise. Sitting up she concentrated on where it was coming from? Then she realised, it was from the room above, it was Jack’s bed.

The tell tale rhythm of the sound meant that the boy was masturbating. Isabel wasn’t angry, it had been several months had passed since Lorna had left, she was used to the sound of their bed squeaking as they had made love all be it infrequently. Wondering why he had hadn’t needed to do it until now, she wondered what had stimulated him to need to do it now? Perhaps he had a magazine, she had seen them on the top shelf of the shop round the corner. Then the sound speeded up and she realised he had reached his climax, this confirmed by the boy’s groan.

The night became silent as she lay back down and tried again to fall asleep. To her horror she started to wonder what size his penis was?

With that in her mind she eventually drifted off to sleep.

The cause of Jack needing to masturbate was seeing Mrs Mills underwear, of course he had seen her sitting this way before, but not wearing the type he had seen tonight. What he had not known was that she always changed to this style when the weather became warmer, her normal longer type she found to cause her to perspire around her lower region which in turn could start a yeast infection even though she kept herself scrupulously clean in that area. Isabel showered first thing in the morning, then washed several times a day after she had been to the toilet, finally taking a shower last thing at night.

After Jack had left for work she cleared the breakfast things away and took her shower. It was then that she noticed a slight irritation between her legs. Hurriedly drying herself she dressed and went to the telephone.

The doctors receptionist answered straight away which was unusual as she normally had to wait for some time to get through. Isabel wondered how long before she would have to wait for an appointment?

Explaining that it was urgent, but knowing from past experience that this would not guarantee an early appointment she was surprised when she was told that if she could get to the doctors in fifteen minutes then there was a cancellation. Isabel readily agreed.

Doctor Mould was quite a young man, she would have preferred one of the women doctors but wanting to nip the risk of an infection in the bud she had no alternative.

He glanced up as she entered. “Good morning Mrs….” He paused to look at the patient notes in front of him, “sorry Mrs Mills, I’m doctor Reid, now how can I help you?”

Isabel swallowed before she answered, “Well it’s a bit embarrassing doctor, I have this itch, you know.” She pointed in the direction of her groin.

“Oh I see, well first I need to ask you if you would like a nurse as a chaperone?”

Isabel raised her hand, “no, after all you’re a doctor.”

He stood up and directed her to the examination couch, he took out two metal stirrups and inserted them into the couch.

“Okay Mrs Mills, I’ll just pull the curtain to give you some privacy, if you could just remove your tights if you’re wearing them and of course your….” He paused as if searching for a suitable word.

“You mean my knickers?”

Dr Reid seemed relieved that she had rescued him, “yes, quite, then call me when you’re ready.”

After removing the required clothing, Isabel climbed onto the couch, hitched up her skirt and positioned her legs in the stirrups.

“I’m ready Doctor.”

Reid came round the curtain and was pulling on the gloves. “Can I ask have you had this type of examination before?”

Isabel nodded.

“I will examine the exterior first to see whether I need to explore further, please try to relax.”

Isabel flinched slightly when she felt his fingers touch her pubic region. He appeared to be searching her pubic hair, then eased the lips of her vagina open a little.

“Please don’t be offended but I need to ask you a personal question.”

“Okay.” She responded.

“Do you still have sexual intercourse or masturbate?”

Isabel felt her face flush slightly. “Err no, my inside is dry so I don’t, sorry I don’t see why you need to ask me that.”

He stood up and faced away from her, “I’ll leave you to get dressed Mrs Mills, then you can come round to my desk.”

Having made herself decent Isabel walked round to the doctors desk.

“Please sit Mrs Mills and I will attempt to clarify my reason for asking you such a personal question.”

Isabel sat and looked him in the eyes.

“I see that you’re sixty three years old, may I ask how long you’ve been on your own?”

Isabel thought for a moment, “forty years this August, why?”

“I assume you aren’t currently in a relationship?”

Isabel shook her head.

“Well to put it bluntly one of the medications you’re taking has a side effect which is causing the dryness you’ve mentioned, as we cannot take you off it then we need to combat this side effect another way.”

He waited for her reaction, when one was not forthcoming he continued.

“Now you can use a water based lubricant to ease this, but a better way is to let nature do it for you.”

“You mean to…..?”

“Yes, but before you say anything there is an alternative method that doesn’t involve putting anything into your vagina.”

He saw that she was confused.

He picked up a piece of paper, “I printed this out while you were dressing, it will save you the embarrassment of my explaining how to do this, you might need to try a few times before you experience an orgasm, but the more times you’re able to do this you will start to create natural secretions in your vagina which in turn will prevent the itch that you’re currently experiencing, also where possible try not to wear your underwear so you get plenty of exposure to the air.” Then as an afterthought he added, “try not to use perfumed soap on that area.”

Isabel was totally gobsmacked, she accepted the sheet of paper.

“Do you have any questions?”

Shaking her head she answered, “no, thank you doctor.”

When she got home Isabel put the paper on the dining room table, then made a cup of tea and sat in her armchair.

When Isabel had been a teenager and coming from a religious family she had been warned that it was a sin to touch herself down there. When she married she was a dutiful wife who allowed her husband to take his pleasure while she lay there and waited patiently for him finish so she could go to sleep. In all the years they were married George her husband never once enquired if she was gaining pleasure when they did it, so Isabel had never experienced an orgasm.

After he had died she never felt the need to look for someone to replace him. A generous insurance payout left her with a house and substantial amount in the bank.

The reason for renting out the top floor of her house wasn’t merely financial, but for company, that’s why she specified couples. Isabel had wrongly assumed that she would in time become friends and share interests, of course this hadn’t worked out as planned, but she couldn’t understand why she had allowed Jack to stay? Also why she was helping him financially, having him take his meals with her. It had to be that she didn’t want to chance another couple and saw Jack as a friend, that was her explanation.

How long Isabel had sat there thinking she was unsure, the next thing she knew was that Jack was coming through the front door. Isabel remembered the sheet of paper on the table, jumping up she grabbed it and looked around for somewhere to hide it. Settling on the magazine rack as she finished hiding it Jack entered the room.

“Hi Mrs Mills, have a nice day?” then without waiting an answer said, “just going to wash and change, try not to keep you waiting to serve dinner.” Then he was gone.

“Oh god,” said Isabel, I haven’t even thought about making a meal.

Going to the bottom of the stairs she called up, “are you there Jack?”

He appeared at the top of the stairs, he had taken off his shirt and was holding a towel.

“Did you call me Mrs Mills?”

“Yes Jack, I’m sorry, I didn’t feel to well today and had to go to the doctors so I haven’t had a chance to make us a meal.”

Jack sensed that all was not well with his landlady and started down the stairs, when he reached the bottom he placed his hand on hers which was resting on the newel post.

Isabel flinched slightly at his touch, she stared at his naked chest. He had a small quantity of dark hair that thinned at his navel and disappeared into the top of his trousers. Isabel then wondered what his pubic hair was like and again she wondered how large his penis was?

Jack saw her brow crease up and assumed it was because it was as a result of her visit to the doctors. “I can see there’s something amiss, here let me get you sat down, don’t worry about cooking, I can make something later, first I need to make sure that you’re alright.”

Having sat her down despite her protestations he made a pot of tea and brought in two cups.

Sitting down opposite he took a drink from his cup. “Now Mrs Mills, what’s causing you to be so upset?”

“As I said I went to the doctors today, I’m sorry Jack I can’t discuss with you as it’s lady stuff.”

Jack was concerned, he didn’t want to press her but he was worried in case she was really ill.

“May I ask you a personal question Mrs Mills?”

As he said this her mind flashed back to that same question the doctor had asked her, and without thinking she said, “I suppose you want to know if I masturbate?”

Jack nearly dropped the cup and spilled some of the tea in the saucer.

“Sorry Mrs Mills?” unsure if he had heard her correctly the first time.

Isabel realised what she had just said. “Oh god Jack, I’m so sorry, whatever must you think of me.”

When he placed his hand on hers she jumped as if she had been scalded.

“Listen Mrs Mills, I know you’re not yourself and as for what you just said, well I understand that you are going through a difficult time, what I was going to ask was if you have a serious illness?”

Feeling a fool she stood up, “listen Jack I’m going to bed, if you want to have something to eat then please help yourself, I’ll see you in the morning.”

All Jack could think to make himself was a sandwich. He ate this and decided to go upstairs. Deciding not to bother having a wash he changed into a pair of jeans and went into the bedroom, he looked for something to read then he remembered Mrs Mills normally had something in her magazine rack. As quietly as possible he went back downstairs and stood for a moment outside her bedroom door. He heard her sobbing.

He knew he couldn’t make her talk about what was wrong, if he pushed she might clam up completely, best to wait until she felt like talking to him.

He sat in her armchair and reached into the rack and as he took out the magazines, the piece of paper dropped onto the floor. He picked it up and unfolded it. He stared at the information it contained.

There was a diagram of a woman’s genitalia, he started to read the accompanying text, after he had finished reading it he refolded the paper and put it back where he thought it should go, replaced magazines and turning out the lights he went back upstairs.

He had a slight understanding of what she was going through, he assumed that this was an area that she had little or no understanding of due to the fact she had this detailed sheet describing how to masturbate by stimulating her clitoris.

No wonder she had wanted to keep this to herself, but why then did she assume he was going to ask her if she masturbated? He was more confused than ever. Best to let sleeping dogs lie.

When he arrived home the following evening, she was waiting for him.

“Mr Thomas, can I speak to you in my rooms?”

Her sudden change to addressing him formally made him wonder what he might have done to warrant this.

“To come straight to the point I think it’s better if you leave, you needn’t worry about paying back the money for the train ticket you may keep that for the inconvenience but I would prefer it if you could leave tonight.”

He stood there for a moment unsure how to respond, then he said, “if you want me to leave then that’s your right, but before I go I think it’s only fair to know the reason why.”

Isabel sat down in her armchair and reached into the magazine rack, she produced the sheet and held it up. “This is the reason Mr Thomas, I daresay you had a laugh with your work colleagues, I’m really surprised at you, after all I’ve done to help you and this is how you replace my kindness by going through my personal stuff.”

She kept her gaze firmly on the floor as if waiting for him to leave.

“Very well Mrs Mills, I’ll leave, but first I just want to say something.”

Isabel said nothing, so he just spoke his mind.

“Firstly I came down to borrow a magazine as I was unable to sleep because I was worried that you had been given bad news from your doctor, the piece of paper happened to fall out and I looked to see if it was important. I agree it was wrong of me to look but I did and I was relieved it wasn’t what I thought it was, finally I want to tell you that I would never discuss something of this nature with anyone. I apologise if you think I have betrayed your trust, as it is quite late I would ask if I might stay tonight, I’ll make some calls tomorrow and see if there is someone who might be able to put me up until I find something permanent.”

Isabel still remained silent so he stood up and went upstairs.

He started to pack what little stuff he had and sat on the bed. He thought he had found a home. He had never spoken to anyone about his c***dhood, being an orphan he had gone from one foster home to another, finally at thirteen considered too old for foster care he was placed in a hostel where despite the efforts of the other boys either through intimidation or sometimes v******e he managed to gain accreditation in computer science and when he was old enough secure the job where he now worked.

Her voice startled him. “Jack, may I come in?”

Isabel stood outside the bedroom door.

“Of course, it is your house after all.” His response wasn’t meant to be unkind.

Stepping into the room she said, “I suppose I deserve that.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it to sound that way, was there something you wanted?”

“Yes, I want to apologise, I know I overreacted and made the wrong assumption over what was a trivial situation.” Then she sat next to him on the bed.

He turned to look at her and saw that she had been crying.

“Please Jack, would you be willing to forgive me and let things go back to normal?”

Slightly out of character he placed his arm round her shoulder, strangely she didn’t flinch as she did when he had touched her hand earlier.

“Please Mrs Mills, I hate to see you upset, there is nothing to forgive and I would still like to be your tenant.”

Isabel raised her hand and touched his, “thank you Jack so would I.”

The next few days started slightly strained, but eventually they were back to normal. Isabel waited until Jack had left for work and after her shower she donned her dressing gown and went to her bedroom. Removing her gown she lay on the bed and reached for the sheet the doctor had given her. Her first attempts to stimulate her clitoris achieved little success and she wondered if she was too old? Then reasoned that the doctor wouldn’t have suggested this if she were.

Several days passed and she decided to give it up as a bad job, she did however use a non perfumed soap and left off her underwear but made sure to put then on before Jack came home.

Then one Friday she had dozed off in the armchair, when she woke and saw the time she realised that she needed to start the evening meal. So it was that her mind was so set on preparing the meal that she completely forgot to put on her knickers.

Jack complimented her on the meal and while she made coffee he cleared the table and washed up.

In their respective armchairs which were facing each other, they started to chat. Gradually the gap between Isabel’s knees started to ease apart, this due in part from her feeling tired. Jack was used to seeing this and took little notice. As the conversation had tailed off he saw that Isabel had drifted off to a fitful sleep. It seemed that she was dreaming and as her body moved and her knees spread wide apart and Jack almost dropped his cup.

He had imagined that as women got older that they lost their pubic hair, but he saw this was not the case with Isabel. He was surprised that there was so much. He also felt his penis start to harden and shifted it to a more comfortable position. Isabel woke with a start and straightened up in the chair so her knees came together.

Jack felt both relieved and disappointed.


“Oh, I just had a strange dream.” Said Isabel as she tried to clear the fuzziness from her head.

“So what was it about?”

Isabel strained to recall the details of the dream that was starting to disappear from her memory. Suddenly she must have recalled some of it, her manner changed and she felt her face flush.

Standing up she said, “no it’s gone, I never can remember my dreams.” Then she walked into the kitchen and filled a glass from the tap. Isabel drained it in one and leaned on the edge of the worktop. The dream was vivid in her mind and she felt her body tremble.

Returning to the living room she said, “I hope you don’t mind Jack but I’ve got a terrible headache and I think I’ll have an early night.”

Jack felt relief as it meant he wouldn’t have to sit there with the prospect of her revealing herself and giving him an erection.

“No of course not Mrs Mills, I have some emails to write so I’ll leave you to it, I hope you feel better in the morning.”

After he had gone, Isabel went to the bathroom to get ready for bed, it was when she had stripped down that she realised that she had forgotten to put on her knickers. ‘Oh god, I hope I didn’t show anything while I was asleep?’ she thought to herself, while trying to recollect if there was anything in his behaviour to suggest that he had seen more of her than she would have liked.

THE DREAM.

After she had put on her nightdress Isabel got into bed. Her head was spinning as she again remembered the dream. In it she had been laying on the bed naked, she was again attempting to bring about the much needed orgasm without any success. Then there was a knock on the door, she had called out asking who it was? The response came that it was Jack which was inane as he was the only other person in the house.

“I’m busy Jack, what is it you want?”

“I’ve come to help you Isabel,” came the response.

She couldn’t understand why he would be so informal and address her by her Christian name. “I don’t understand Jack, help me with what?”

“I’ve come to help you masturbate Isabel.”

In her dream she had answered, “can you really help me Jack?”

“Yes Isabel, may I come in?”

“Yes Jack.”

Jack entered the room and she saw he was naked, his penis was erect standing up from his groin. He approached the bed and the organ was only inches from her face.

“Just relax Isabel I promise I will be gentle.”

He extended his arm and his fingers were just about to touch her pubic hair when he said, “it will help if you hold me.”

It was at this moment in the dream as she reached out to take old of his penis that she had suddenly awakened.

Isabel was trembling and found she was bathed in sweat, she was in two minds whether to go and shower when she heard the telltale squeak of the bed in the room above hers. Jack was masturbating again. Was the need to do this because he had seen something while she was asleep earlier?

The rhythm speeded up and Isabel felt a warmth develop in between her legs. Hitching her nightdress she slid a finger into the crease where the diagram had indicated her clitoris was, to her surprise there was a large lump. Her arousal had caused her clitoris to emerge from its protective hood. As soon as Isabel touched it she felt something unlike anything she had experienced before.

Isabel continued to stroke the hardened protuberance as she listened to the sound of Jack masturbating. Then she heard him groan and he cried out, “oh Mrs Mills, urghhh.”

At that moment Isabel thought she had wet the bed as a flood of fluid trickled out between her legs. Was this the legendary orgasm she sought? It wasn’t what she expected but she remembered Dr Reid’s advice that she might have to try this several times before achieving a satisfactory one.

It seemed that this small success might be due to her doing this while listening to Jack, the chances of hearing him again were slight, unless she could arrange for him to see up her clothes again, the trouble was would she have the nerve to deliberately expose herself to him?


THE SHOWER.

On the Saturday morning, Jack was going to take his shower, he reached in and turned on the water and nothing came out. He turned it off.

Isabel had just taken hers and had dried herself and put on her dressing gown, she intended to go into her bedroom and dress. Then there was a knock on her door. Her heart jumped in her chest.

“Come in Jack.”

He entered and she saw he was also wearing his dressing gown.

“Sorry to trouble you Mrs Mills but my shower has stopped working.”

This appeared to Isabel to be a heaven sent opportunity to put to the test her theory, the worst that could happen was they would both end up embarrassed?

“Oh Jack I’m sorry, I wont be able to get anyone to fix it today, but suppose you use mine until I arrange an plumber.”

“That’s kind of you Mrs Mills, I’ll just pop up and get my stuff.”

“Don’t bother Jack I have clean towels and shower gel so you can use them.”

He seemed reticent at first but the agreed.

When he came out Isabel wondered if he was naked under his gown. He was about to leave when Isabel said, “why don’t you stay and have breakfast now you’re down here?”

“I’d better not Mrs Mills, I’ve left my clothes upstairs.”

“That’s alright Jack, sit down at the table, bacon and eggs or just toast?”

“Just toast please.”

Isabel rushed to make the tea and toast, bringing the tray out she said, “as we’re just having a light breakfast why don’t we sit in the armchair.”

He reluctantly moved from the table to the armchair as she placed the tray onto the coffee table between them.

He took the plate with the toast and watched as she did the same.

They sat quietly eating the toast while taking sips from their tea.

“So Jack what have you planned for today?”

He swallowed the toast that he had in his mouth. “Not much, I thought I might go to the pictures, I’m not sure what’s on.”

Isabel realised that this might be an opportunity to surreptitiously show herself to him without it appearing too obvious.

“Let me look Jack, I have the local paper here.” Leaning back in her chair, Isabel reached into the magazine rack, in doing so she allowed her legs to part. Unsure if this was enough to expose herself she made out she was struggling to get the paper out and opened her legs a little more.

There was an audible gasp and Isabel realised that he had seen enough so she lifted the paper out and closed her legs together.

“Blessed thing was stuck,” she said as she handed it to him.

Jack’s face looked slightly flushed as he accepted it from her and he seemed somewhat relieved to be able to concentrate on the paper rather than have to look her in the eye.

“I don’t suppose I could ask you a favour Jack?”

He looked up, “what’s that Mrs Mills?”

“Well it’s been such a long time since I’ve been to the cinema, I don’t suppose I could tag along?”

Isabel could see he was unsure about her request, so she said. “No I’m being silly, I understand you’d rather not be seen with an old woman like me.”

This placed him in an awkward position, he could hardly say no in case she assumed he did. “No, I would like to go to the cinema with you Mrs Mills, that is if there is something we both want to see.”

There were three cinemas in the area and he read out the name of the films they were showing. Two were science fiction and she pulled a face when he described them. The last was a adventure movie and they agreed to go and see that.

After breakfast they made arrangements when to leave.

Jack excused himself to get dressed, he told her he wanted to go to the library as he needed books for work.

When he returned he saw she had changed into her clothes ready to go out. “Oh, I’ll just go and change Mrs Mills, I won’t be a moment.”

Isabel asked if they could sit at the back as the last time she had been some years ago she had sat at the front and had come out after with a really bad headache.

The cinema was unusually empty and there wasn’t anyone in the back row. The film started and they began to watch it. About half way through there was a love scene, as the last film she had seen was an animated film, she was unprepared for the sight played out before her.

The sight of two naked people started with the man fondling the woman’s breasts. This moved to a realistic scene of the man performing oral sex on the woman.

Jack felt Mrs Mills fidget in her seat and assumed that she found this distasteful.

“Would you prefer it if we left Mrs Mills?” he asked.

The reason that she was fidgeting was not out of disgust, but she found it arousing even so she wanted to leave.

“You wouldn’t mind Jack?”

“No, not at all, perhaps we might go for a drink or something?”

They settled in a nice quiet pub and he got the drinks, she chose a brandy, he just had a fruit juice.

He was ready to leave but she insisted that she buy a round and asked for a double.

By the time they arrived home, Isabel was a little bit the worse for wear.

“I think we might benefit from a cup of coffee,” suggested Jack.

“Okay, would you mind if I prepared myself for bed Jack?”

“Not at all, I’ll make the coffee while you do that.”

The coffee made, he placed the tray on the coffee table. Shortly after Isabel returned from the bathroom.

They sat drinking the coffee, Jack sensed that Isabel wanted to ask him something, so he said. “I’m sorry Mrs Mills I didn’t realise that the film was so graphic.”

Isabel was glad that Jack had started the conversation regarding the films content.

“No you weren’t to know, but may I ask a question?”

“Of course not Mrs Mills, ask away.”

“Well it’s a bit you know.” He didn’t answer, so she continued. “Just before we came out, what that man was doing, does that happen in real life?”

Jack realised that she was referring to the man performing oral sex on the woman in the film.

“Yes.” He decided to keep the answer as short as possible.

“And the way the woman was reacting, I take it she was…..”

Jack knew she was struggling to find a way of asking if the woman was having an orgasm. Should he help her by uttering the word?

“Please don’t be offended Mrs Mills but are you trying to ask if she was having an orgasm?”

Isabel felt her face flush as she answered, “yes.”

This was a revelation, Jack realised that maybe her sex life had been limited to just having intercourse. He was unsure if women of her age indulged in oral sex in their youth?

“So can I ask do all young people indulge in this practice?” as she said this Isabel wondered if she had the nerve to ask if Jack had ever done this?

“I daresay some do, of course some men and women find it distasteful.”

“Oh, you mean women let a man put his….” Isabel gave a shudder.

“Well yes, but are you sure you want to discuss this?”

Isabel did, she wanted to know if Jack had done this to a woman.

“Have you ever done this? Oh god I’m sorry Jack I shouldn’t have asked you that.”

He raised a hand, “I’m not offended, but to answer your question, I have.”

Emboldened by his readiness to answer her honestly she continued.

“Have you ever had someone do this for you?” Isabel waited with bated breath for his answer.

“Sadly no, they were selfish and only wanted their gratification.”

“Was it Lorna?”

The corners of Jack’s mouth turned down at the mention of Lorna’s name.

“Sorry Jack, I should have been a bit more sensitive.”

He smiled, it’s alright Mrs Mills, that’s ancient history.”

“Jack, seeing as we’re being candid about sex,” there, she had said it, “would you call me Isabel?”

This surprised him. “If you’re sure then I don’t mind.” As an afterthought he asked, “when you were a young woman did they not indulge in what we were just discussing?”

“Heavens no Jack, I was twenty one when I married and I didn’t have any idea what to expect on my wedding night, sex wasn’t discussed, all my mother told me was to consent to whatever my husband asked of me.”

Jack smiled, “I expect you were shocked when you found out what was in store for you.”

It was Isabel’s turn to smile. “Of course I knew what happens between a man and a woman in he marriage bed, what I didn’t know was that as well as a man having pleasure, a woman was supposed to as well.”

“You mean you never experienced, you know?”

“No Jack, but that wasn’t the reason I had that sheet of paper, but you probably guessed that from reading it.”

He nodded, “but there’s no reason why you can’t do it just to produce that wonderful sensation.”

Isabel looked sad, “I think I’m the only woman who will never achieve this so called orgasm.”

Jack felt so sorry for her, he looked at her, he knew she was sixty three years old, she was slim, kept herself clean and tidy. But surely he wasn’t contemplating?

“Isabel, can I ask, what are you prepared to do to achieve an orgasm?”

Isabel looked at him, why was he asking her this question?

“Almost anything,” she answered, “why, what are you suggesting?”

Jack felt light headed, was he even going to suggest such a thing, how would she react?

“I’m not sure how you will react to what I have to say, I know I’m a bit younger than you.”

Isabel laughed, “I’m a good deal older than you Jack, but please don’t say something we might both regret in the future.”

“Isabel, I’m not worried about regrets, it’s just that I don’t want to offend you.”

“Well supposing I promise not to be, I can always laugh it off, but please ask me Jack.”

Taking a deep breath, he saw a look of expectation in her eyes, it was now or never.

“Isabel, would you like me to help you…” he faltered.

“Yes Jack.” Isabel answered the question before he had completed it, then realised he might not have been what she thought.

“Are you sure Isabel?” It seemed they were both thinking of the same thing but were afraid to actually say it.

“Yes, but I’m not sure how you want to do it?”

“Perhaps if I take a shower to give you a chance to change your mind if you want to, is that okay?”

Isabel just nodded.

As Jack showered he wondered what he had talked himself into? What was she expecting of him? They hadn’t even discussed what he was supposed to do, did she want him just to masturbate her or go all the way?

He dried himself and realised that he had no dressing gown, if he went upstairs to get it she might think he had changed his mind. He decided to wrap a towel around his lower half.

As he entered the living room he saw she wasn’t there, a sense of disappointment swept over him. Oh well there was nothing for it but to go upstairs and hopefully in the morning she would put it down to the brandy she had drunk on an empty stomach.

As he walked into the hallway, he saw her bedroom door was ajar, should he knock or just go upstairs?

“Jack, if you want to come in it’s okay.”

He entered the bedroom and saw she was sat on the bed, the bedside light was on.

“I hope it’s not too bright for you?”

“No, if you don’t mind it’s alright with me.” He was glad in a way so he would get to see her body.

“Perhaps you might want to lay back Isabel and I’ll take it slowly.”

Isabel lay back and said, “shall I open my gown?”

“Only if you’re comfortable with me seeing you.”

Isabel hesitantly undid the sash that held her robe closed, then she opened the top. Jack saw her breasts for the first time. He had expected them to be saggy, but he saw they were firm, about the size of g****fruits, what he found amazing was her nipples, about the size of two large g****s.

Jack slid onto the bed so he was alongside of her. Isabel’s eyes were shut.

He blew gently onto her neck and she shuddered as if knowing this was the signal he was about to start.

He lowered his mouth to the breast nearest to him and drew the nipple into his mouth.

“Oh.” The sound escaped from Isabel’s lips.

With his other hand he cupped the other breast and squeezed it gently.

“Oh yes Jack, don’t stop.”

He continued to suck on the nipple as he released the breast he was kneading and moved his hand down to slide open the lower part of her gown. He was now able to see exactly how much pubic hair she had. This was the first woman he had seen with hair, Lorna always insisted on shaving hers off.

“Relax Isabel, I’m only going to stroke your hair.”

Jack placed his hand on her stomach and when she stopped trembling moved it slowly downwards. Her body jerked when his hand came into contact with her pubic hair, then she surprised him by parting her legs slightly. From the details on the sheet he knew not to try and put his fingers inside her. His finger insinuated itself into the groove where her clitoris was hidden under its protective hood.

Gently manipulating his finger tip across the little bump until it started to increase in size he heard Isabel begin to moan.

Jack slid off the bed while continuing to stimulate her clitoris.

He coaxed her legs apart until in the half light he was able to see the pinkness in the midst of the dark hair. It was now or never.

As he lowered his head down towards the thick bush, Isabel must have felt his breath on her legs.

“Oh no Jack, you can’t possibly want to do that?”

Despite her protestations she didn’t try to prevent him from pressing his mouth against her mound. As he knelt beside the bed he used his hands to lift her legs up slightly. As his mouth opened and he extended his tongue up against her clitoris she nearly threw him off as her body gave a massive jerk.

“Oh god Jack, please don’t stop, oh yes, keep doing it.”

He was surprised that there was no unpleasant odour and he started to slide his tongue down towards where her vagina was.

Isabel was starting the journey to her first proper orgasm. Jack felt her vagina begin to flood with juices. His penis was tenting the towel and he yanked it away from his body. Wrapping his hand around it, he began to stroke it slowly.

“Jack, are you hard?”

He raised his head slightly and nodded.

“Please, can I see it?”

“I’ll have to stop Isabel.”

“That’s alright, you can start again but I want to see it.”

He knelt up on the bed so she would be able to see it.

“I have a confession to make Jack.”

“Oh yes, what is it?”

“I’ve heard you masturbating and I wondered how big you were.” Isabel no longer felt any embarrassment at talking to Jack about sex.

“Are you disappointed?”

“Oh not at all, I think it’s beautiful, may I touch it?”

“Yes, but gently, it’s very sensitive.”

Isabel stretched out her hand and slowly wrapped it around the engorged organ. Jack groaned at her touch.

“Has any woman taken it in her mouth?”

“No, Lorna was the first woman I had ever had sex with and as I said Lorna didn’t want to.”

With that Isabel sat up and leaned forward.

“No Isabel, I don’t think that’s a good idea, I don’t think I could control myself.”

Ignoring his pleas, Isabel placed her lips against the end. Jack struggled to think of something to stop himself from coming. Isabel opened her mouth and sucked half of his six inches into her mouth, then stopped.

Jack breathed a sigh of relief until she took his penis fully inside her mouth. Instinctively she moved her head up and down.

“Please stop Isabel, I don’t want to come in your mouth.” This in itself was slightly untrue, he really wanted to but was afraid how she would react.

She stopped and raised her head. “Jack, would you put it in me?”

“You want me to….”

“Yes Jack, I want you to fuck me.” Isabel gave a little giggle as he gasped at her swear word.

“Only if you’re sure, I promise to take it slowly.”

Moving on top of her, he reached down and guided the tip up against the entrance of her vagina. Because of the fluid she had just released he was able to slide into her without causing any discomfort. He paused to allow her to get used to him, then began a slow see saw action, almost pulling out then pushing back into her slowly.

After a while Isabel gave a groan, at first he thought he was hurting her and stopped.

“Oh don’t stop Jack, keep going.”

He resumed his movements and again she gave a groan, “oh god Jack, do it harder, urghhh.”

He thrust into her harder and Isabel started to have her first proper orgasm.

“Oh Jack, fuck me, fuck me harder, I’m coming, urghhh.”

He knew he wasn’t going to last long because of the dirty language she was using.

Isabel was pushing up to meet his thrusts and was moaning like a banshee. Finally he could hold off no longer.

“I’m coming Isabel, oh yes, urghhh.”

Isabel felt the thick ribbons of Jack’s come flooding her vagina, this started her off again until they finally stopped and he rolled off her.

“Oh Jack, that was the most wonderful thing I have ever experienced.”

“I’m happy that I was able to help you reach it.” It was then that Jack realised that this sounded a little clinical, so he said, “that’s not what I mean Isabel, when I started this I never expected it would make me feel this way, I know I’m younger than you but……” Isabel placed a finger on his lips.

“Shhhh Jack, perhaps after you’ve rested you might want to do it again?”

They made love several times and she asked Jack if he would spend the night with her. He woke in the morning to find Isabel laying beside him while staring at his penis.

“Err is something wrong Isabel?”

“No, I’m just surprised that this can change into something that gives such pleasure.”

“Well anytime you need me you only need to call for me to come down.”

Isabel’s face suddenly became serious. “You realise that after last night you can no longer be my tenant?”

Jack’s face dropped, this was the last thing he expected. “Oh, you mean you want me to move out?”

Isabel nodded, “yes, and I want you to move down here.” She gave a little laugh, “I mean I might lose my voice and not be able to call for you to come down.”

He rolled over on top of her, “you are a wicked woman Isabel.”

“I know, but one thing, when you get tired of me please tell me, I don’t want you to pretend, I want you to fuck me because you want to.”

Isabel lived until she was seventy until cancer took her from him, he nursed her until she passed away. Jack’s grief was real as he had lost a soul mate.

In her will apart from some charities, Isabel had bequeathed the house and a sizeable sum in the bank. There was also a letter with sealing wax to show that nobody had opened it. After Jack had thanked the solicitor he chose to take it home with him.

Sitting on the bed that he and Isabel had shared he tore the seal from the envelope.

My darling Jack, if you are reading this then I have left this earth. Please don’t feel sad for the last years of my life you made me so happy, perhaps more than I deserve. I know that money cannot buy happiness, but I wanted you to stay in the house that we shared together. I never told you this Jack but I loved you deeply, the sex was an added bonus.

Be happy Jack

All my love Isabel.

XXX

Jack was about to fold the letter when he saw a Post Script at the bottom of the page.

P.S. you still owe me for the train ticket!