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I am not the author - this is merely a repost




Landlady
by deirdre

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 a
man 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 suggest 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 back
stairs.  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 breath 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 backed out, 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.

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