Landlord wanted to fuck me on her lunch break

As unconscious as I was from the long night partying, my body instinctively woke me up right as the bright sun rays peeked through the cracked window curtains of my apartment. I stumbled to the tiny kitchenette to make some coffee, trying to recall the blurrier details from last night – the unexpected house warming party, meeting a possible new neighbor on the 4th floor, and… my landlady? Yes, I definitely ran into her. She was a total babe, and I remember thinking up a flirty comment in my head as I passed by her on the stairway… but it died in my throat when I caught her intense glare boring right into me. Those dark, inquisitive eyes seemed to undress me in one look. The sheer confidence of her presence silenced me into submission.

I suddenly heard a firm knock at the front door. Probably an Amazon delivery. I shuffled over in my boxers and snapped open the door without asking who it was. But standing before me was none other than my sexy landlady, looking drop-dead gorgeous in a cute summer dress and a cropped blouse that barely contained her ample chest. Sunlight glimmered off her vivid brown skin as she smiled deviously.
“Oh, good morning sleepyhead,” she purred in a silky voice, entering my apartment uninvited. “I stopped by to see if you got my Facebook friend request yet. I’m trying to get to know all my tenants, socially.” She did a mock limp wristed gyration as if showing off her realise personality before turning back to me with a serious look. “But you know, I heard some complaints from other neighbors about noise levels from this unit on the 3rd floor. Specifically, noise that could be coming from the bedroom…” She gazed at me expectantly.
Coked up paranoia must have smacked me in the face, because I immediately blurted out: “Um, yeah, I was definitely just chilling and watching Netflix with some friends. I know what you’re implying, that’s defamation! Just because my parties get a bit rowdy doesn’t mean I’m ‘chanting out loud’ or whatever y’all say around here. I know that’s why you came back, but I didn’t do anything wrong.”
I could tell by the quantity of her perfume that she didn’t appreciate my home invasion story and wanted to change the subject fast… so I turned on the charm and offered her some coffee. My feistiness triggered something untamed in her. She grabbed my hands, lingering our connection with a salacious glint in her eyes. “Mmm, now a good cup of joe sounds nice and sexy right now after the night I had. But, sweety, I think this caffeine is talking to me in a different kind of way.” She pushed up against my chest as if looking for something to satisfy her mysterious cravings.
I took a well-timed social cue that meant this was going to be my hard day of getting to know my new landlady. She sipped her coffee curiously, looking up at me through long lashes. “You know, I’ve been watching you for a while. You have an interesting aura about you. I’m feeling it now with you in this close space.”
I could feel the air getting heavy between us. Her heated presence affected me deeply and I shuffled nervously. She smiled, craving my discomfort. Noticing my eyes drifting south, she took the opportunity to grip me tightly through my boxers, tracing the sharp curve rising towards my waistband. I let out an involuntary shiver.
“Look what you’ve done to me…” I breathed, my voice cracking as I glanced down at my spurting growth. “You’re such a tease.” I taunted her, pulling my hips back slightly as if I could somehow pull away from this situation myself.
She scoffed transfixingly, placing a hand on her onyx thigh, “Teasing? Honey, I just feel your need,” She purred, brushing her fingers along the bulging tip, letting it pop up and waggle at her as if begging for attention. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she tugged me with a purpose.
“This is so wrong,” I protested lamely, but my eager body stayed rigid and panted with building desire. “I shouldn’t…”
“Shh…” Her hand relieved my throbbing pressure. “We have this whole…” [hesitates, tries to remember the word mistyped chuckled it was corrected]. “Clothes off right now. Let’s just call it a lunchbreak meeting to discuss rent payments and attendance. It will be our little secret.”
Her eyes, previously fixed on mine, glanced down at the dirtiest details of my face. She purified the fear wrinkle on my forehead and hardened her lips into an expectant smile. After a minute or so, she took her hand away but kept recreating the experience on my mind. The whole thing just happened again in the next most exceeded way.
She continued, “I know it’s the kind of brag you girls want to hear every day, but sometimes when you can’t help it,” she said, pushing the length of my want deep into the recesses of her imagination, as if I were a piece of gum sticking to the bottom of her tongue. Then, with a terrifying thought, she became silent for a few seconds and her hands began a conversation with her shoulders. Her shoulders sent them on a red carpet to her neck, which cleared a path to the innermost desire. Her hands gave each part of her body a selfish flirt, which everyone liked and teased, combing her brown hair waywardly through the buttons and embracing the whole breast. At this moment, my doorbells manifested her secret escape and we assisting the escape route for a night full of some big dick.

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