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Landlady
by Deirdre (1995)
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A woman takes a roommate who is strange to say the
least. (FFM, bi, voy, swingers)
***
It was a really nice upstairs flat. The woman who was
looking for a roommate was a cool customer, but I could
see she kept the place neat and tidy and she seemed like
the type of roommate who would be no trouble at all. I
decided to go for it, and moved in. I figured that
Leslie, my roommate, would loosen up after a few days,
but after two weeks she was still very cool and I began
to wonder.
After the first couple of days, she never said anything
unless she specifically wanted something. If our eyes
met, she would give me a vague smile, then go about her
business.
Most of the time, she just silently went through the
motions of life: she would get up, shower, get dressed,
make her own breakfast, eat, wash her breakfast dishes,
and go to work, all without a wasted minute or word.
Evenings when she got home from work were similar.
I never saw her watch TV or go out on a date even though
she was tall, slender and blonde and had this look about
her that I'm sure would make men think she was the
classiest woman they ever met. Some evenings she would
go to her room and sometimes I think she went out.
After a month, I was beginning to feel strange about
Leslie and wondering if it had really been a good idea
to room with her. It would be nice to have someone to
talk to at home. I had talked with our landlady a couple
of times and she was very friendly.
Her name was Sandy and she and her husband lived in the
flat downstairs and I often saw them when I was going
out or coming in. She would always say hi, and we struck
up conversations a couple of times. Then one Saturday,
she asked me if I'd like to go shopping with her. I felt
a little silly at how excited I got inside -- I felt
this is what I would like from a roommate: go shopping
together; talk and gossip. We got to the mall and ate
lunch at the food court and talked. Sandy was so easy to
talk to compared to Leslie.
Then we browsed the shops, trying on clothes and
occasionally buying. I ended up buying some designer
jeans and a sexy halter-top, of all things. It isn't
what I usually buy, but somehow Sandy talked me into it.
She said it was perfect for a wild night on the town.
Sandy bought a couple of blouses and we went home.
When we got back, Sandy insisted that I come in and we
try on our purchases again. She got us beers, and I got
in the jeans and halter. She insisted I let out my hair,
and gave me a pair of heels to try on with them. I must
admit, I was something to see in that mirror:
I don't know how she convinced me to get that outfit.
But Sandy was ecstatic. She insisted that this was
exactly the outfit that I needed. She put some dance
music on, and insisted I try dancing in it. It took me a
little while to get used to dancing in such high heels,
but I got a little bit better after a few minutes.
She said I'd have men begging at my feet when they saw
me like this, that I had a body men would kill for and
said I could easily make my living as an exotic dancer
if I had to.
I was doubting her, but secretly I was excited about
what this might do for my love life. Then she suggested
that I try a little striptease. I must have looked at
her funny, because she went on to say that I'd be good
at it and it could come in handy in my own bedroom when
I was trying to make amen feel *real* good. She also
said she'd like to see what I would look like as an
exotic dancer.
I began to wonder about her: did her husband take her to
strip joints? And she didn't mind going? But she
convinced me to try, and insisted that I try taking off
the jeans while dancing. I probably would have taken the
halter off first, but she was insistent. Well, I took
them off, and she looked so pleased. She said men would
just die.
She told me to dance in the high heels in just the
halter-top. Well, I did it, and the truth is I did feel
really sexy and felt like I could have any man going. I
don't know how long I danced like that, but after a
while, she said she heard her husband coming in and I
quickly got the jeans on again. Well we met her husband
Mike in their living room, and Sandy immediately wanted
me to show him how I danced.
She was asking Mike's opinion and getting him to say
that men would fall all over me. I just kind of basked
in the glow. Then she asked me to strip off my jeans
again. She was telling Mike how he just had to see this.
But I just couldn't do it--not in front of Mike; and it
was horribly embarrassing having Sandy suggested it like
that.
I did my best to excuse myself and went upstairs right
away, wondering what was going on. When I got away from
them, it struck me as really weird that Sandy wanted me
to do all that. Was she Lesbian? And I was weird to have
gone along with it as much as I did. I felt really
uncomfortable about Sandy, and felt a little loss that I
thought I had found a kindred spirit.
Was it true that she just wanted Mike to see the show I
had put on for her before? It seemed nice that they were
so comfortable with each other that she could do
something like that without feeling jealousy. Or were
they... well, I couldn't think about it. I wished I knew
that it was all innocent.
***
That night, I had no date and ended up going to bed
fairly early. Then I heard the sound of high heels
walking and going down the backstairs. Curiosity made
me get up to investigate. I found the door to the back
stairs open, and in my nightgown, robe, and bare feet, I
went downstairs. I could hear the TV running, and
occasional talking.
I crept to the living room, and peeked in. There were no
lights on except the TV, which was playing some
television movie. Leslie was on the floor, on her hands
and knees, in heels and a halter, and nothing else! She
was between Mike's legs and was obviously sucking his
cock.
Mike was dressed, and watching TV as was Sandy who was
sitting in another chair! I just stood there and stared.
Leslie just stayed in the same position, working her
head. Her body was so long and smooth.
I couldn't believe she would do such a thing. I heard
Mike breathe a little harder, hissing through his teeth,
and it was obvious that he had come. Leslie still had
her head around his cock and was obviously swallowing.
Then after a minute, she sat back, crawled to Sandy, and
put her head under Sandy's skirt. Sandy grabbed the back
of her head through the skirt and obviously was pulling
her head right into her crotch.
"Well, we almost had the other bitch." I couldn't
believe what Sandy was saying. "We'll get her next
time."
I just stared as Leslie obviously licked her cunt. What
a sexy body she had. Then I crept upstairs, and went
back to bed.
That image of Leslie, naked on her knees, stayed in my
head, and I masturbated for hours.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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