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Landlady

By deirdre

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. We will repost all 156 stories, with comments by her, in
alphabetical order, between now and the 10th anniversary of her
"retirement." 

Please contribute to the 10th Anniversary "deirdre-fest," April 15-30.
Meanwhile, enjoy! 

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

Date: Thu, 31 Mar 1994 03:08:39 UTC

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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