Fucked My Landlady
Hello everyone. First of all, thank you for such an overwhelming response to my first story. It was really of a great help to decide to write further. Those folks haven’t read it yet can tap on my username and give it a shot. It was only because of you people that my very first story was a huge success and managed to make its way in “hot” category. For those who don’t know me here’s a brief introduction and then we will jump to the story. I am tarun goyal, 21 years old, currently residing in delhi, 5’8’’ tall with fair complex and average built body. I regularly hit the gym. I have tool of 6’’ length and 2.5’’ width (enough to satisfy your wet cunts!). Any girl/woman/couple looking forward for a steamy yet discreet hookup can mail me at [email protected], I am also available on google hangouts, your privacy and satisfaction both are guaranteed!! Now, let’s begin the story. Today I am penning down my encounter with my landlady who resides on the flat below mine, with her husband and two kids. Let us call her poonam (name changed for obvious reasons). She is in her early 30s with a figure to die for (34-32-34). Disclaimer: this is going to be a long story but, worth reading. Please bear with me. She is a bomb. Any guy couldn’t resist once he see her. I had my eyes on her from the very first day I shifted in the flat. But, I didn’t get any chance. It had been around an year since I shifted there but didn’t get even a slight chance to hit on her. One fine morning, I was going down to meet up some old friends. As I reached till her flat she called me as if she was waiting for someone. And the further conversation is as follows: Poonam (p): tarun! Thank god you are here. I needed some help and there was no one around whom I could call. Me: yes, tell what’s the matter? P: actually I ran out of lpg. I have a spare cylinder over here but I need your help to drag it down and fit it to the stove. Me: why not! P: thank u so much! I really appreciate it. Me: shall we proceed inside? P: yes! Sure. Friends I still can’t get that image of hers from my head. She was wearing a yellow salwar suit with her hairs tied in a bun over her head. She was looking bomb. I then went inside her house. The spare lpg cylinder was kept on an upper shelf due to scarcity of space in kitchen. I stood on a stool and took out the cylinder. It was really heavy but I somehow managed to get it down. Then she thanked me and went to detach the regulator from old cylinder and attach it to the new one. As she bent down to do so, the site of her as is something I would never forget. As she was replacing the cylinder and I was enjoying the site she suddenly turned. I skipped a beat of my heart. I think she might have caught me checking her out but she ignored. She was going inside the bedroom (for taking out booklet to book the lpg I guess) and as she was going she accidently slipped due to water on the kitchen floor. I immediately ran towards her, helped her get up and lifted her in my arms and made her lay on bed. She was screaming in pain so I enquired regarding where she keeps volini. I got the volini and asked where is it paining, to which she pointed out on her waist and lower back. I asked her whether I should apply the ointment to which she agreed. I lifted the top of her suit (kameez) to reveal her waist. She certainly had a figure to die for!! I controlled myself an applied ointment on her waist and lower back, massaged for some time and then asked her how she was feeling. She said it’s better. She smiled and thanked me once again, but this time there was a bit of boldness in her smile. I smiled back and went downstairs to catch up with my friends. A few days later this incident, got a call from poonam and our conversation went like this: P: hello Me: hey! How r u now? Sorry didn’t have had time to enquire about your well-being. P: it’s ok. You were of a great help that day. Myself too didn’t got time to thank you properly. Can you join me for dinner tonight? It’s just a gesture of thanks. I would appreciate if you take out some time and stop by. Me: why not! I would be happy to join. And then our conversation ended. At first I thought that it would be a normal dinner thing with her family. What I didn’t know was that she had entirely different plans for the night. I dressed up in my black shirt, khakhi trousers along with black loafers complimenting with a black leather strapped titan watch, went to the market and purchased a bouquet (as a gesture of thanks for the invitation) and returned back to the building. I checked my watch, it stroke 7:30 (exact time when she wanted me in her house for dinner). Even before I would ring the bell she opened the door, as if she was desperately waiting for me. As she opened the door, the world paused for a while until she snapped in front of me and gestured me to come in. She was wearing a black semi-transparent saree with black low-cut backless blouse and black heels. She was wearing red bindi and red lipstick with a very light make up. Her perfume was driving me crazy. She was looking like a diva and I just couldn’t stop myself just looking and admiring her beauty. As I went inside her flat she immediately lashed the door behind and went to the kitchen for water before she asked me to sit on couch in the hall. She came with water from kitchen. God!!!!! Her walk was perfect. As she came I enquired about her hubby and kids to which she had a naughty smile on her face, she bent down even a more, offered me water, sat beside me, looked into my eyes in a lustful manner and said, “no one’s home until tomorrow noon.” a tsunami of happiness went inside my body as those words came out of her mouth but I didn’t show my expressions much. Now, our further conversation is as follows: P: dinner is ready, u can have it whenever you want.