A Lonely MILF seduces a young man who rents her basement apartment. “The landlady” Part 1

“Are you sure you don’t need any help moving in, dear?” Jessica purred, leaning against the doorframe of the basement apartment she had just rented to the college senior. She couldn’t help but let her eyes roam over his fit physique as he carried a stack of boxes inside, his muscles flexing under his tight t-shirt. At 35, she felt like a cougar ogling the fresh young meat, but she couldn’t help herself.

“No, I’m good thanks,” 19-year-old Zack replied politely, not wanting to impose on his hot new landlady. He had always had a thing for older women, and Jessica was a total MILF – honey blonde hair, curvy in all the right places, that sexy librarian vibe going on with her black-rimmed glasses and tight pencil skirt. He wondered if she was that strict. He sure hoped not.

As Zack finished unpacking his things, he could hear Jessica puttering around upstairs, the occasional clacking of her high heels on the hardwood floor making his pulse quicken. God, he wanted her. But she was his landlady. It would be totally inappropriate to make a move.

Besides, she was probably like 10 years older than him at least. And married, he’d bet. A foxy piece of ass like that? Definitely snapped up by some lucky husband. What was he thinking, having thoughts about her like this? He shook his head and tried to focus on settling into the little apartment – making his bed with fresh sheets, plugging in his TV, putting his books and notebooks on the small desk along the wall. It was sparse but cozy.

Just as he finished, he heard a light knock at the door. Jessica poked her head in, a sympathetic smile on her red lips. “I made some lemonade, thought you might like some refreshment after all that moving around. It’s a pretty hot day, no?” She stepped inside, her skirt hugging her luscious hips and ass.

“Um, yeah, sure,” Zack stammered, his mouth going dry as he appreciated the view. He took one of the cold glasses from her and sipped it, the tangy sweetness hitting his tongue. “Thanks, that’s really nice of you.”

“No problem! Part of my duty as a good landlady,” she said with a wink, setting her glass down on a side table. “This is my first experience renting the basement out, so let me know if there’s anything you need, okay? Anything at all.” Her blue eyes held his meaningfully, his pulse quickening as he wondered if he was reading her wrong.

“Okay, will do,” Zack replied, trying to play it cool even as he thought his dick was going to punch through his jeans it was so hard. He started to get an idea, a daydream – what if Jessica came down one night, saying she couldn’t sleep and could he come help soothe her? He’d happily jerk off to that little fantasy, he didn’t care if it was totally corny.

Seeming to sense the sudden shift in mood, Jessica shifted her weight, pressing her curvy body against his. “You know, it’s been a while since I had a young man under my roof. I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot of each other, don’t you think?” Her voice was a husky whisper, her perfume surrounding him with HER, the scent of her hair, her skin, her pulsing sex.

Zack knew what he had to do. He’d fantasized about her nonstop since the first moment he laid eyes on her. And she was practically throwing herself at him now. He wasn’t about to look this gift horse in the mouth.

He set his drink down and pulled her flush against him, one hand grabbing her curvy ass through her short skirt as his other tangled in her hair. “Is that so? And what exactly did you have in mind for me, landlady?” he growled, capturing her plump lips in a searing kiss.

Jessica moaned into his mouth, kissing him back like a woman starved as her skilled hands made quick work of the buttons on his fly. “I want you to fuck me like the eager young stud I know you are,” she purred between kisses. “Show me how you make those college girls cum. I want you to absolutely WRECK my pussy, baby.” Shoving his pants down, her hand wrapped around his thick, hard girth, stroking him.

Zack groaned, thinking that this was by far the best move he’d ever made in his life. This was going to be by far the best fucking year of his college career. He couldn’t wait to get stuck in, and if he was a good boy he was sure Jessica would introduce him to some of her MILF friends. “Fuck, I’m going to splitsville you so hard,” he promised, yanking up her skirt and burying his face between her thighs, leaving mark after mark of tooth, bite, and tongue on her perfect skin.

[To be continued…]