Tea and Crumpets a Student’s Tale by nimrod1916
I was fortunate to have been taught the techniques and art of sex by an older woman when I was a first year student at university. It happened more than twenty-five years ago, but I remember every detail.
I was eighteen, it was my first term at university and I did not want to live in a hall of residence or do a flat share, so I found lodgings in a house close to where I was studying.
My landlady, Mrs Pennyman, was a widow, her husband had died four years previously. She was a wild spirit with long flowing hair, arty, with dresses to match and with a bosom best described as ample. I never asked her age but I guess she was in her mid forties, about the same age as my mother. Mrs Pennyman worked in a local bookshop, (I learned much later she owned it.) I liked her on our first meeting and we got on well together as landlady and tenant.
My living area was in an annex in the garden of the house, it was self contained and for my first time living away from home it was perfect. I did not see much of Mrs Pennyman in the first weeks as she was in a separate part of the house and was busy in the shop. She made it clear when I moved in there were to be no drugs, I must keep my rooms clean and tidy and she had no objections if I had friends around but no noise please after midnight. She was a perfect landlady.
I was young, virile and promiscuous with a portfolio of girlfriends. I had sex with most of them but the act itself was always conducted using condoms because that’s the way the girls wanted it. I brought a few young ladies back to my rooms and once Mrs Pennyman brushed past one of them as they arrived with a knowing smile in my direction. I had also seen her with some male friends who visited her but thought no more of it, we were leading our two separate lives, the common denominator was the house and my annex.
It did not occur to me to view Mrs Pennyman as anything other than my landlady, despite her two obvious attractions, she was old enough to be my mother. We had brief conversations in passing, mainly about how I liked my accommodation and our relationship was easy going and relaxed. That was how we passed our first months as tenant and landlady with no hint of attraction from either side.
Early one Saturday afternoon in late November I was at home and she knocked on my door to see if I would like to join her for some tea and crumpets, she said I should come over to her part of the house at five. This was one of those rare occasion where there were no student parties arranged or girl friends who were free to hook up with. My evening was free and her invitation gave me plenty of time to shower, smarten up and pop to the local shop for a box of chocolates. I arrived promptly at five. I love tea and crumpets!
She had changed from her usual flowing kaftans to a smart blouse, a tight skirt and was wearing high heels, which I thought odd as this was just a informal social occasion. I had originally thought she was plump but I could now see that this was not the case. She was much slimmer than I realised and I could not help noticing how prominent her nipples were as they jutted out from under her blouse. Her legs were stunning; she was a very good looking woman.
As she took me into her living room she left behind a trail of sublime smelling expensive perfume and she led the way to an area with a small table surrounded by a sofa and chairs. There was a log fire burning and it looked very homely. The table was laid with a beautiful antique tea set and I commented on the fact that I loved drinking tea out of bone china cups.
She sat on the sofa and as she did so her skirt rode up slightly, perhaps deliberately, showing her legs to their best advantage and I noticed that she was wearing what I took to be sheer black tights. Her blouse was unbuttoned at the top showing the undulations of her bosom and for the first time I realised that I could really fancy her in a big way. That was my usual initial ‘laddish’ appreciation of all attractive females and was for me purely academic as it never occurred that she might have a similar agenda.
Our conversation was polite, it flowed easily from subject to subject and as I asked her about her husband she brought out her wedding album to show me some photos. By golly she was a stunner. Lucky husband, I thought.
She motioned me to come and sit with her on the sofa and for the first time I realised that tea and crumpets may not be the only thing on her mind as we skimmed through the pages. All the time she was edging closer and as I leaned forward to see one of the pages my hand accidentally brushed one of her breasts. It lingered there a second longer than it should and I stumbled out an apology but she assured me that was not necessary and took hold of my errant hand and placed it back firmly on her tits.
For me that was the green light indicating I should proceed with caution to paradise. I was on the sofa with a very attractive lady who had just indicated that I could play with her tits, where could this go wrong?
My cock was already stirring as I leaned across and caressed her breasts with both hands. She made no objection. That green light was a beacon shining ever brighter. Her breasts were large, firm and very touchable and she did not protest when I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. Instantly my cock inflated to full size as her tongue probed inside my mouth, her lips were wet, juicy and oh, so, inviting. She could not have been unaware of my erection which was now displaying in a very obvious manner. I put a hand on her knee and moved it slowly upwards under her skirt, slowly because I was still not totally sure this would be ok and it was deeply arousing to linger and run my fingers along her smooth silky legs. There was no objection, which I took as permission to move to the next stage.
Up to now I was on familiar territory as I had done this with my girlfriends many times. As I moved up towards her thighs an electric shock of delight ran through me as I realised these were not tights she was wearing but stockings and suspenders. I lingered at the top where the stockings stopped and the soft creamy flesh of her upper thighs took over, I savoured this moment, this was one not given to many young men of my age.
It was the forbidden, erogenous zone, once you were allowed to cross then the ultimate delight was in sight and achievable. It was clear that she had no objection and as my hand moved towards her pussy I could feel how hot it was under her panties, I caressed it through the thin material and probed inside her with the tips of my fingers. I could feel the wetness that she was producing. Now there could be no doubt about how this would end. There was no turning back for me, even if I wanted too, which I did not.
I ran my hands under the straps that ran from her garter belt to her stockings and marvelled at how soft her skin was in this most intimate area. It felt cool and supple like a soft peach. I wonder if she was feeling as cool inside, because I certainly was not. I was hot and about to get much hotter!