PropertySex – Cool surfer dude bones insanely good-looking landlady

Title: “Renting the Penthouse: A Surf-Dude’s Doing”

The sun was still sleeping whenZeke rose for his morning surf. His mouth was dry, not from the night before, no, but from the craving he had for his hot landlady, Chelsea. She was a knock-out. Bleached blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, slim but curvy in all the right places. Of course, she’d never take a look at a guy like him, a pizza delivery boy skimming under the pros for a few extra bucks. But in Zeke’s imagination, she’d have no choice.

He returned from his session, the sun peeking over the horizon. Grabbing a burger and fries from the corner greasy spoon, he waved to Mr.choices, his elderly neighbor. Bike parked, Zeke let himself into the building. The aroma of coffee and sex hung heavy. He climbed the staircase, his mind wandering. What if he went to complain about the leaky faucet in his bathroom? Make his move, seal the deal. He conjured a vision, slipping his hand inside her robe, exploring her trim waist, round ass, unfulfilled tits.

He paused, took a shaky breath as he reached the third floor. With an absurd surge of courage, he marched up to Chelsea’s door. No going back now. He knocked once, twice. Heavy footfalls answered. The door swung open. Chelsea stood there, lovely and barely clothed, in just a thin robe, which thankfully was having trouble staying closed.

“Zeke?” She arched a brow.

Zeke gulped, “Morning, Chelsea. I was going to drop by and talk about my toilet. It’s leaking, and stuff.”

Her eyes narrowed. She crossed her arms. “And stuff? What exactly does that mean?”

“Um…and stuff!” A bead of sweat trickled down his neck.

Chelsea smirked. “Uh huh.” She paused, then stepped back. “Come on in then. I was about to head out, but I’ll take a look.” She turned and climbed the stairs to the apartment’s small balcony.

“I don’t think it’s leaking right now…it’s all dripping in one spot…” Zeke tried, emboldened by her partial nudity. He glanced around at the stylish furniture and art – everything screamed elegance.

With a sigh, Chelsea descended the stairs, her heels clicking. She sized him up, swishing her blonde hair, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on him. “You didn’t just come by for the leaky toilet, did you Zeke? If you’ve got some other business to conduct…”

Zeke flushed. Forgot how fast this girl could read him. “I, uh…” He faltered, trying to maintain his composure.

“Come here.” She dismissed him with a jerk of her head towards the couch. She sank into the soft leather, her robe falling open just enough to give him a show of her perfect breasts. “I’ll give you twenty bucks to be my bi-weekly dishwasher, and you have to stop with your daydreams about my body.”

Zeke’s jaw dropped. “Twenty bucks? I mean, I dunno — ” However, as he began to think about it, his cock twitched in his bathing trunks. The thought of going down on her, using his mouth on every inch of her body, clean her from head to toe…the details took shape in his mind. Every lick and suck, what he’d do with his tongue —

“Well, are you going to accept the job offer or not?” Chelsea crossed her arms over her chest, her robe riding higher on her legs. She slowly uncrossed and then recrossed, giving Zeke a perfect view of her lazy smile and alluring body now in full display.

“Yes,” Zeke heard himself say. “I accept!” He watched as her eyes crinkled with a full smile. She uncrossed and recrossed her legs again. Her nipples visibly hardened against the flimsy fabric of her top.

“Oh good,” Chelsea pouted in false concern, as she slowly stood up from the couch. “I was worried for a moment that you’d refuse. I mean, not every day that I get the opportunity to have a 100% dedicated, role-playing bit porn body wash assistant in the flesh…”

Zeke stood there, shocked and aroused, trying to catch his breath. Was this really happening? He already felt his bathers getting uncomfortably tight, his cock straining against the damp material. Chelsea stepped closer, trailing a finger along his jawline, her touch electric.

“So tell me, Zeke,” she whispered, her breath playing across his lips, tickling his skin. “You came to beg for the lease of my body, didn’t you?”

Zeke answered without hesitation, “Yes. And I promise your body will be my property. I’ll lick every inch of you.” His heart fluttered.

“I know you would,” She teased. “Now let me get ready.” Chelsea gave him a sly grin over her shoulder as she glided off to the bedroom, leaving Zeke there with his thoughts and his cock.

Minutes later, she emerged, her blonde hair still shining and her voluptuous figure wrapped in nothing but a sheer robe. The knot at her waist was loose. Zeke immediately sprang to his feet, his erection now at full mast straining against his swim trunks. He stepped towards her, his hand reaching out to stroke her bare shoulders.

She slapped his hand away. “Not yet.” She frowned, walked around him slowly, circling like a shark. The hem of her silky robe swayed, teasing him with hints of tanned skin and toned thighs. She could see where the thin fabric tented obscenely around his rigid cock. Chelsea licked her lips, eyeing him hungrily as she hummed with appreciation.

Zeke quickly pulled off his tight, restrictive trunks, letting them fall to the floor. He stood proud and naked before her now, his engorged cock bobbing eagerly. But Chelsea scoffed.

“Sorry, dear, but your cock will only work for your cleaning services,” she said. “Now before you can have any fun with me, you’d better get to work!” She pointed towards the kitchen. “In the kitchen, towel is there, soap is there, my first pussy is all yours. Lick it well before you get to my ass!”