Choice Tales from the Vale – (503) The Lusty Landlady

 

Christian Harrison was a second-year student at Abbottsford University, and he shared a house with five others, his old school friends Tom Wickens, Sasha Webster and Harry Brown, Harry’s cousin Sian McKeown, her best friend Helen Reynolds.

 

One day at the end of September Christian went over to their Landlady, Anjuli Kurla’s house, which was only a ten-minute walk away, to report a fault on their boiler, he didn’t want to particularly, but no one else was doing anything about it.

He reached the house, which was a substantial detached Victorian building, and knocked on the door but got no answer, so he knocked again, but still got no answer.

He car was on the drive and the windows were open, so he was convinced she was in, so he decided to check in the garden, he knew she was a keen gardener.  

He went through the side gate into the garden which was surrounded by a high red brick wall making the south facing garden a real sun trap.

However, there was no sign of her, but the French doors were open, and he thought he could hear something.

He proceeded onto the decking and approached the French doors and did a double take when he saw the skinny middle aged Indian woman was sat on the sofa.

With one leg on the floor and one resting on the cushions with her clothing in disarray as she enthusiastically frigged herself

Her eyes were closed, and she was smiling while her fingers busied themselves between her lips.
Christian found himself very aroused as she wriggled and writhed and emitted one delicious moan after another and he could plainly see the contours of her hand through her black panties in its animated probing of her pussy.

The others back at the house always referred to her as the dried-up old spinster but she looked far from dried up from where he was standing, and she certainly was not dry judging by the sound her fingers were making on her pussy as she finished herself off.

When she opened her eyes, she said.

“And who are you?” she asked as she removed her hand from her knickers and licked the juice from her fingers.

“Christian” he said, “I’m sorry I did knock”.

“Yes” she replied with a smile “I was a bit distracted”.

“So, I noticed”

“Did you want something?” she asked as her hand went back inside her panties.

“Nothing that can’t wait” he replied as he discarded his trousers and boxers and began tugging on his engorged cock.

Anjula smiled and slowly slipped off her black panties and exposed her thick black bush and then knelt on the chair with her moist hairy minge facing him.
Christian needed no invitation, he just stepped behind her, grasped her hips and then he was inside her and he knew instantly that there was nothing dried up about the old maid he had penetrated.
She was kneeling in the chair, gripping the chair back and moaning loudly as he stood behind, holding her skinny brown skinned hips as he banged her hard, her cheeks quivering with every thrust.