Breakfast with Chris: A MILF and her Lodger Erotic Fantasy

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see you. I hope you're relaxing, having a really good day, So when you're ready, just lay back put your headphones on, close your eyes. You never know you might enjoy it a little more with your eyes closed. The house quiet. At last, Louise slipped into the shower. The stress of the weekend just seemed to drift away as the warm water flooded down her body, massaging all the rakes. All are worried with her free drop, debating her thoughts, the

doubts over her choices. Taking a lodger had seemed like such a logical choice. It was no secret since the divorce she had been struggling to keep the house going. Her ax had promised her that he would support her when he left, But the moment the ink was dry on the divorce papers, the money stopped, the support stopped, and Louise's problems began in earnest. She'd been hurt when he left, apparently to find out who he was. She knew him better than anyone. She could have told him

now without having to leave. He was a lying, cheating sob, and she just knew that there was someone else, despite his denials. Once a divorce was settled, how she came, all boots and blonde hair, without a brain cell to her name, just his type Louise had taken a second evening job, but that proved too tiring. With a full time job as well, she just really couldn't see her way through it. So a lodger had seemed like a

sensible choice. Maybe a quiet man, someone who kept themselves to themselves, someone middle aged who wouldn't disturb her life too much, someone who was in bed by nine every night and never listened to loud music or hand guess. But no, Louise ended up with the tenant from Hell, young and obviously popular people, particularly women, seemed to come and go at all hours, never a thought for how

late the hour was. Her front door had been slammed more times in the week since he moved in than it had all the time she'd lived there, and the noises the monkey house in the zoo had less animalistic noises in Chris's room. The first night she'd heard them, she really had been worried about what the neighbors might say, or worse than the neighbors thought, it was her God,

she wish she had better sound insulation. It wasn't that she was approved, far from it, but in the last years of her marriage, sex had vanished completely, so it had been so long since Louise had enjoyed any sinful pleasures that involved more than just her and a vibrator. She had commit more than a little jealousy. Sometimes she felt like she was watching a sex shirt a spectator and not getting any of the action. Every night, laying in her bed, listening to the proclamations of delight just

brought back on sorts of memories. Well, she said, memories she could never really remember. Screaming that loudly. Frustration burned through every cell of her body. A cynical smile passed over Louise's lips. Maybe it was all fake, put on for his ego. Maybe he paid them. That seemed to make sense, them putting on a show for their paying client. Whatever it was, it was leaving Louise in a constant

state of arousal. She'd started wearing Lucid Fitter jeans because the sensation when she walked, feeling the denim rubbed so intimately on that spot was driving her mad. She'd been to the grocery store week and lost herself in a daydream as she selected a cucumber. Rubbing her thighs together in the store while fondling the largest she could find had led to an intrense orgasm right there. Someone must have noticed. There is no way that a woman can have an orgasm as quietly as she did in a

grocery store and not get noticed. She was fully expecting security camera footage to appear on YouTube, and then the neighbors really would be gossiping. This last weekend, Chris's friends had been around from Friday afternoon until Monday morning, and so there just wasn't a moment to get some time to relieve this tension that burned inside. Even now, just the thoughts of the noises sounds of passion coming from the room made a rake in such a delicious way.

Jesus sat burning grew so fast she tried to control it, but it rose at such a rate through her body, her legs buckling with passion, her stomach clenching deep in, her sex, throbbing, aching, kneading that release, that satisfaction. Fuck, she cried, already at the brink of an orgasm from

just a thought. The morning air felt cool. Liza kissed her body as she steps out to the shower, already a hard nipples aching in the breeze, causing the aching deep inside to grow just a little more, stopping for a moment to reassure herself that she was alone, not a sound her solitude confirmed, She rushed for her bed, nervous that she might not make it without having an orgasm, the desire burning too hot inside. Now nothing else mounted,

She couldn't deny her pleasure anymore. The sheets, although cotton, felt like silk against the erotic sensations moving through her skin. Every touch, every caress of the linen heightening the electricity moving through her body. As Louise rise in desire, rubbing her thighs together, the moisteness just starting to trip down her thigh, that gentle, warm caress over that most sensitive skin just fueling her passion. She wanted to be fucked, She wanted to feel her sex full fingers. Weren't just

going to cut it. She spent the whole weekend at the tipping point, and now no one needs to be hard, fast and deep. Reaching into the drawer of her bedside cabinet, that place under her mostly forgotten lingerie, Louise pulls out her favorite vibrator. A quick turn of the base. Well, this is not the time for batteries to fill the loud hum's and know all is good. It's very powerful, very loud. But she's alone right now and she needs

powerful and out Like never before. Her youth maybe behind her, but her passion was alive and kicking leg never before.

Wanting to enhance the pleasure that little bit more, she won't sit on her lips, gently sliding the tip across the dampness of her lips, closing her eyes, memories her eyes unbidden, feeling in her action, sliding along her tongue, and feeling of control, knowing how intense she could make, the feeling with every movement of her lips, the saltiness of the taste on her tongue, those first strips of satisfaction, her own sex clutching jealously, wanting her mouth to have

all the pleasure of that warm passion exploding within it, the memory embracing her completely without thinking, her lips dance around the girth of the vibrator, reliving those sensuous moments, the aching inside, spiraling, burling over her stomach, already her backing, wanting more, her palvis lifting, wanting to feel it so deep, opening her sex, inviting it to be filled, denying that satisfaction for the moment, knowing the delay would only heighten

the pleasure when it came. Louis slid the vibrator of

her bress teazing around the nipples. The moan that escaped the lips began somewhere so deep inside, throbbing up through her stomach of breath, the feel of the vibrator enhancing the sensation as it moves up her neck, up her throat, and escaping her lips, her thighs clenching as her legs pushed down, Wanting that sensation deep inside, desperate, needy, wanting, sliding the vibrator over her stomach, the trembling inside her gaining momentum are weakly clutching deep inside her sex, hungry

for the satisfaction of the vibrator, as when far past desire, it was a need, a need so deep that she could no longer control it, pushing the vibrator between her thighs, closing her eyes again, the memory floods over her, the sensation as she slid the vibrator along her lips, the memories of fingers and massaged along those very spots, fingers that wanted deep inside her web passions so bad already, the tremble growing from her feet, her toes curling in anticipation,

grasping at the air. She needed this so badly, there was no choice, thrusting the full length of the vibrator deep inside, shocking her body into an automatic response, her eyes exploding open with the deep sensation, the orgasm spreading through every inch of her being. Her loud moan interrupted by the shadow in the door, tall and dark. She knew it was Chris, her body still trembling from the waves of the orgasm, feeling the blush of embarrassment followed

quickly over her whole body. Damn, she was sure that door was closed. Through the uncontrolled pants coming from her lips, she vanished, Chris, could you shut the top lace? Yes, it was lame, but right now she couldn't think of anything else to say, Mortified with embarrassment, an orgasm still flooding over her, laying her head back down on the pillow, the excitement of Chris seeing her somehow heightened the sensations moving through her body. Relaxing little, she heard the sound

of the door closing gently. She couldn't think of how to deal with Chris, just now that would have to wait. Right now, she wanted to enjoy the much needed feeling of pleasure moving up and down her body. Let me show you a different way to do that. Damn, she thought he'd left. When he closed the door, The sounds of his voice seemed to caress over her body, exciting her still further. She should resist, of course she should, but right now her body had other ideas. Mum hm,

she mumbled, Jesus is her? When does she get so wanton?

Easing her fingers up the vibrator, he slid it gently along her lips, just said, tip, gressing so slowly, causing all her nerves to wake for orgasm, already beginning to swell again, her dampness drifting down her lips, betraying the desire she had inside her sex, clutching to be filled, to be satisfied again, And just the tip of the vibrator caressing around a clip, not touching it, taking forever to make every move, teasing the sensations out of her body.

God did she hate to feel that inside, every move of that tip, causing trembles that move through every nerve between her thighs, the tension and her legs intensifying that desire, that longing to enjoy that pleasure, burning so deep, sliding it down her lips, not entering, just caressing between her lips, right down to the bottom of the slit, and there at the bottom, heelingered. She how did he know about

that spot? She never told anyone about that, her pelvis pushing lower, wanting to feel that throbbing inside, desperate for that sensation right into her core, teasing lower, still just there at her ass Geez, what was he going to do? Surely he wouldn't. The sensation of the vibrator just seemed to move over her whole body, biting her lip to stifle a moan. The sensations burned wildly through her, feeling

his weight shift. He is going to isn't he? She hasn't even tried that on herself, tensing but curious how it might feel, waiting, nervous but excited about being taken

in that way. The unexpected flick of his tongue along her lips, caressing the top, circling her glead more teasing involuntarily, her thighs clamped together, holding his head just there, the long broad press of his tongue all the way up her lips, intensifying the sensation inside her gasp getting louder as he traps her clip between his teeth and tongue, pulling it lightly. God, that burned through her whole body. Look at me, Open your eyes. I want to watch

your eyes as you come. His voice dark and commanding. She really felt no way she could resist looking down,

his eyes seemed slightly darker now. Maybe the whites of the shade were somehow brighter, whichever, right now they looked so intense, so hot, as they watched her from between her thighs, his tongue flicking hard across her clip, her body responding without warning, her back arching high, wanting more than a thrust so deep, so fast, pushing the vibrator deep inside, right to the very end of her pushing his chin hard against it, every vibration, pushing along, his

tongue flicking harder on a clip, pulling it between her teeth, every vibration throbbing through a click, like a thousand tongues, all licking her click together. The sensations, the pleasure was undeniable, unbearable, her body writhed in blissful agony. Shit, she swore, but right now no other word would do. Her orgasm exploded as she gripped the sheets, pulling them from the mattress, desperately trying to stabilize herself before she sank into orgasmic oblivion.

Thrusting the vibrator harder still, he would not relent. As the ways of pleasure crested over her body, the orgasm just seemed to intensify even more. Keep coming for me, baby. She really felt she didn't have her an option, her body, her passion wasn't hers to decide anymore. Without realizing it, he was now in complete control of every erotic sensation in her body. Rising between her thighs, the hard thrust of the vibrator did not stop is beautiful from her action,

throbbing in them all. His long fingers barely stretched around his girth as he slid them up and down his shaft, groaning loudly pressing the tip of his cock along. He clid, glowing a deep pink, standing so proud God, she wanted to fill her whipping the vibry trout he thrust deep between her lips, no delay, no waiting, just plunging so deep and hard. Her lips stretched around his gath, not

able to control himself. A loud and unlisting none left his lips as he explodes inside of her, the burning heat of his orgasm causing hers to explode in a perfect response. Louise, his body trembling almost beyond control, He slides out and drops quickly between her thighs, his wicked tongue whipping without mercy inside her. The orgasm that was still washing over her began speeding up again. Unable to resist, her back arches every muscle inside, clutching in passion, his

tongue so deep. Louis screams in pleasure, Unable to hold it back, another orgasm explodes over her, her body still trembling. He gently kisses up her stomach, every kiss setting off tremors through her whole body. The moist heat of his lips caressing over her nipples again, her body shudders. A moan drips from her lips, writhing to escape the sensations too intense to bear. Everywhere those beautiful, sensuous lips touch

she could fill. The orgasm spread caressing her neck, his fingers sliding through her hair, his deep, sensuous eyes capturing her gaze, holding for a moment as he plunges his lips on terrors, the taste of their mutual satisfaction drifts over her tongue. They explore the delights of the tastes they share together. Falling over, he pulls her gently against his chest, listening for a moment to his heartbeat, the understanding of the sounds of pleasure now quite clear. What

now you know? This doesn't mean a drop in your rent? The words same week, even as she said them, I know, but I'm sure a satisfied landlady. What make my life so much easier? His whisper, falling so gently on her ears, his fingers teasing along her back, as her eyes closed, and then the veil of sleep and satisfaction drift over her.