I rush out the door and walk quickly to the tube station to catch my train, once I am settled in my seat on the train, my mind drifts to the brief image of Miss Jackson’s naked body in the shower. I recall her large breasts covered in lather and am certain her pussy was shaven, the train carriage rocks back and forth along the tracks and I feel a tingling in my groin thinking about my gorgeous landlady.
My mind is snapped out of its image as the train stops at my station and I rush into the hub-bub of the city and start my first day. The next few hours wizz by in a whirlwind and by the time I am back on the train returning home my mind finally has time to think again about this morning’s vision.
When I arrive back at the house I am disappointed that Miss Jackson is not home and prepare myself a sandwich and go to my room to study some files on my laptop that I have brought home. Realising I need to print off some reading matter I disconnect my memory stick from my laptop and take it into the spare room and plug it into Miss Jackson’s computer. I go to turn the screen on and realise it is in sleep mode so I move the mouse to activate the monitor, immediately appears a very erotic picture of two women, one has her head between the other’s legs licking her glistening wet pussy.
I sit for some time taking in the graphic scene on the computer and again feel a tickling heat between my legs. I cross and uncross my legs trying to alleviate the discomfort but this action seems to make things worse, I start to feel a wetness between my legs so I hastily seek the files I need to print and return to my room.
I abandon the paperwork on the bed and rush to the bathroom to pee; pulling up my skirt and pulling down my panties I inspect the crotch which is very wet. I touch the wetness with my fingers and feel it is creamy and slippery. I bring my panties to my nose and smell them, it is definitely not pee, I dab my tongue on the patch it tastes creamy and musky. I take some tissue paper from the holder and wipe my self, the sensation of the paper against my wet slit is absolute bliss. I hastily pull off my panties, flush the loo and return to my bedroom clutching them in my hand putting them in my dirty laundry basket.
My pussy is still tingling so I sit on the sofa hitching my skirt up, I tentatively put my fingers between my opened legs and touch my slit feeling its slippery skin, the feeling is so nice it is like an itch you cannot stop scratching. I stroke my pussy back and forth exploring my cunt hole and my clit pulling the skin open further to touch myself better. Never before had I explored myself in such a way and the visions of the women on the computer and Miss Jackson’s naked form in the shower kept flashing into my mind.
All of a sudden I am distracted from my reverie as I heard the front door slam announcing the arrival home of Miss Jackson, I hastily pulled down my skirt and returned to my position sitting on the bed going through my paperwork and working on my laptop. Mrs Jackson shouted up and asked if I wanted some supper to which I replied yes please, so she responded it would be ready in an hour. I finished off my work, answer some emails from uni friends inquiring on my first day at work and went downstairs intending to offer to help.
As I walked into the kitchen Miss Jackson was standing on a step ladder reaching high into one of the cupboards, my eyes were drawn to her long legs as I followed their length disappearing up into her skirt. She obviously could not reach whatever she was looking for and placed one of her feet onto the worktop giving me a clear view up her skirt revealing a very skimpy thong which didn’t leave much to my imagination. Again the tingling started between my legs, I suddenly remember I was not wearing any panties and feel my cheeks flush, I was distracted by a small cough and hastily looked up to see Miss Jackson smiling at me trying to pass me a dish.
I took the dish from her and offered her my hand to help her down from step ladder, as she grasped my hand she looked into my eyes and licked her top lip holding my gaze, she seemed to hold my hand for rather a long time and this seemed to make my pussy tingle more. I broke her gaze and stuttering offered to set the table for supper, I sit down waiting for the meal to be served up and the telephone rings, she disappears off to answer it. Rory gets up from his basket coming to greet me, he puts his head up my short skirt and nudges my bare crotch with his cold noise. I go to push him away but he can smell my muskiness, buries his nose into my pussy and takes a lick. Hearing Miss Jackson is still on the phone, I am unable to help myself as I open my legs and allow him better access to my wet slit. The sensations this dog is creating are unbelievable and I am unable to stop him. His tongue licks at my juices, venturing into every crevice, I am so turned on. My bliss is instantly interrupted as I hear Miss Jackson finish her call as I hurriedly push Rory away and sit up straight crossing my legs.
She prepared a lovely supper and opened some wine and we sat talking for some time mostly about me, my sheltered upbringing and my dedicated studies at university, I confess to her I have led a very sheltered life. She continued to top up my wine glass questioning me on my young life, I guess the wine loosened my tongue. She inquired if I had had any boyfriends to which I quickly said no saying I hadn’t had time for that sort of thing, she pushed further and I confirmed that I hadn’t had a relationship at all, she nodded and commented on me being a virgin still at twenty one what a rare thing that was these days. I eventually realised the time and offered to help her tidy up to which she said no she would manage and I disappeared back to my room to read a book for a while.
I must have dozed off as I woke about 2 hours later, realizing the time, I changed into my pyjamas and went along the landing to clean my teeth. I was stopped in my tracks in the bathroom doorway at the sight of Mrs Jackson in the shower again, she looked up at me and told me not to worry to come on in and do what I needed to we were all women together and she didn’t mind. I walked to the sink and started to clean my teeth, I could see Miss Jackson’s image clearly in the mirror and I watched her in the shower. She lifted her leg up on to a stool and started to lather her pussy, I watched her rub the soap into her pussy and reach for a razor. I was transfixed by the razor scraping the lather off of her skin revealing the top of her slit and gliding through her pussy lips.
There was only so long I could clean my teeth for so eventually I rinsed my mouth and left the bathroom wishing her goodnight. By now my pussy was itching like crazy from Rory and from further visions of Miss Jackson, I lay on the bed covering my lower body with a sheet and slipped my hands into my pyjama bottoms opening my legs to allow me access to my sodden snatch. I started to stroke myself, my fingers slipping easily up and down, this didn’t seem to alleviate things so I moved up to my clit and started to rub it in a circular motion. I closed my eyes and visualized Miss Jackson shaving her slit, Rory licking my soppy pussy; my fingers worked faster and faster on my button causing my heart to race, I started to feel my thigh muscles tense as I innocently failed to realise I was building myself to my first orgasm.