This happened many years ago when I moved to Singapore for my tertiary studies at one of the local polytechnics. I had no friends or relatives here so I had to look for a place to rent. And being a student, I only had the budget to rent a room, rather then an entire unit. After searching around and viewing some rooms, I finally met this lady and her husband who had one spare room to rent. They occupied the master bedroom, had one room as a study , and were left with one empty room after their son moved out a year ago after he got married. It was the perfect place - the rent was reasonable, the place a well-located, there were no young children and most of all, the landlady was really nice. So I took it immediately, and moved in in a couple of days.
My landlady was indeed a sweet person, with a smile on her face all the time, and a cheerful character to match. Her husband, whom I simply call ‘Uncle’ was okay, but quiet and kept to himself. So I spent more time chatting with my landlady, who insisted I addressed her as Susan, rather then ‘Auntie’ because it made her sound too old. We would chat mostly at night, when her husband had gone to bed. Apparently, Susan tells me that her husband has a habit of sleeping early, and she was not lying because I can sometimes hear his snoring when I am in the living room! So Susan would spent the earlier part of the night watching tv and chatting with me. Sometimes, she would even prepare fruits and desserts to share while doing so. I grew to like the warmth and friendliness which Susan showed me and settled in very quickly. In fact, I started to slowly grow fond of her.
Now Susan was not what you would call ‘hot’ - she was in her late 40s, on the plump side, and had curly hair. However, one particular physical appearance which attracted me were her more-than-ample breasts. Although she always wore loose-fitting shirts during the daytime and ‘big-T’ at night, there was no hiding the huge mounds that were her breasts. In fact, it was because she wears such loose clothes that there were many occasions where she had accidentally exposed her cleavage when she bent down, either while picking up things or just doing the housework. All these happened while I was just watching tv or reading in the living room. These instances, coupled with her warm attitude towards me, slowly made my mind filled with possibilities…
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I decided I wanted to see more of Susan. So one fine weekend morning, while she was busy doing the household chores, and Uncle was in the study listening to his radio/ reading the papers, I kindly offered to help with the housework:
Susan: Oh you don’t have to, since you are only renting a room.
Me: it’s all right. I am free anyway, and if it means making things easier for you, then it’s all worth it.
Susan: thanks so much; that is so sweet of you.
While she was mopping the floor, I went around arranging the things and wiping the furniture, but always within watching distance of her. That way, I could peek at her while she was bent down working the mop. True enough, I was treated to the lovely view of her cleavage, with her breasts swinging to her bodily movements. Actually, I was more than peeking; I was outright staring at her chest while her concentration was on the mopping, and all the while my hands were still doing the work I was supposed to. Her breasts were huge and fair, but were nicely supported by a maroon-colored floral bra she had on. Nice thick bra straps for added support too. As soon as she changed direction directions or positions, I would follow as best I could. The best views were when she bent down to move the pail of water from time to time. It was the longest period of time I was treated to the spectacular view that was Susan’s cleavage.
By the time she was done with her part of the housework, she was perspiring and I noticed sweat flowing down her neck towards her cleavage. That view of her trying to wipe of her sweat strangely turned me on! She then turn towards me and noticed that I was sweating too:
Susan: Oh look at you! You are all wet with perspiration! Come, just take off your T-shirt and dry up.
Me: It’s okay really, Susan. I can just go sho….
Before I could finish, she walked towards me and pulled up my shirt to help take it off!
Susan: You don’t have to be shy in front of me. Here, let me help dry you off. Then you can go take a shower.
Me: Er, okay… Sure…
I stood there stiff and just let her take off my shirt, and wipe off the sweat off my body, unable to believe that she was doing this while her husband was in the study room (he had the door closed though):
Me: Er, Susan, are you sure Uncle is okay with this?
Susan: Sure, why not? You were kind enough to help me with the housework so this is the least I could do. Besides, he is most probably asleep in the study, so don’t bother about him.
I just continued standing there enjoying the attention she was giving me. After she was done with me, I went to the bathroom to have my shower. But with the images of her cleavage and bra, and the ‘drying service’ she performed on me a little while ago, I ended doing more than just shower myself that day.
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Susan started unbuttoning her work clothes as soon as she arrived home from work. I watched as she took of her top, her dress and stood in front of me in just her matching red bra and panties. Floral designs on both; I liked that a lot. She then reached out to grab me and buried my head in her ample cleavage:
Susan: I knew you had always wanted to do this, am I right? Do you like it? Do you like my breasts?
I could only manage a muffled reply which was almost too weak to be heard. She then pushed my head away from her, and reached behind her back to unhook her bra, revealing the top half of her bare voluptuous figure to me:
Susan: I want you to take off my panties, and enter me now! I know you want to fuck me, don’t you, young man? Don’t even bother taking off your shirt. Just take out your hard cock and put it deep inside me!! Give it to me good! I want it so bad!!
I could believe it! All I ever wanted was right in front of me! I mean, Susan was right there asking me to fuck her!
Then… ‘Knock, knock, knock!’…
‘Knock, knock’…
“Huh, what the?!” I thought. Someone was knocking on my room door. It was a only a fucking DREAM!!
The past few days of fantasizing about Susan and the clear images of her downblouse bosom since the last ‘fruitful’ weekend must have been taking its toll on my sexual urges for me to have a dream like that. And it was clear that the masturbation did not help much.
I stumbled out of bed sleepily to answer it, and it was Susan at the door:
Susan: Good morning, dear. Hope I didn’t wake you, since you always wake up early. I bought breakfast and prepared coffee for you. Come on out and enjoy it while it’s hot!
Me: Oh, yeah, sure. Thanks so much, Susan. I will be right out.
As she turned to walk to the kitchen, I noticed that she was in a pink tank top which I have not seen before. I must have missed it when she was talking to me earlier coz I was still too sleepy. Damn it, missed a perfectly good chance of peeking at her cleavage!
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Not wanting to miss anymore chances, I immediately closed my room door behind me and went to the kitchen. Only Susan was there, to my surprise. Was Uncle in his study this early?
Me: Good morning, Susan. Wow, I see you’ve got a sumptuous spread for breakfast! Where’s Uncle, by the way?
Susan: Oh, he’s gone out for a morning jog with his kakis. Most probably will have breakfast with them followed by some chess games.
Me: Oh, then it’s such a waste since you bought so much delicious goodies for breakfast.
Susan: It’s okay, I am used to it. Furthermore, now I have you to share it with. Come come, wash up and come enjoy!
While she was getting the cutlery and opening the packets of wanton noodles, fried kuay teow, fried dough fritters and porridge, I glanced at what she was wearing. Nice body-fitting tank top, clearly showing the matching pink bra straps and the slight imprints of her bra cups underneath. Her bosom looked all the more prominent compared to her usual dressing. What a treat for an early Saturday morning!
I quickly went to do my morning routine at the sink just behind the kitchen (it’s was a 4-room HDB flat), and went to join Susan at the dining table. I sat beside her, trying to get close to her, using the excuse that would be easier to share the food between us. We had a good long chat while trying to finish the massive amount of breakfast she bought. I decided to try my luck and flirt with Susan:
Me: You know, I think you look great in this new top you have (my head nodding towards her body).
Susan: Really? I am glad! I was worried it might have been a mistake coz it was my girl friends who asked me to buy it. I was a bit hesitant because I usually don’t wear such tight-fitting clothes.
Me: No, you look really good. I mean, it lets you show off your curves. I bet there were a lot of guys staring at you when you went to get breakfast earlier.
Susan: Oh god! How did you know? I felt so embarrassed when they were looking at me. Some of the stall aunties even commented that I look younger, and joked that I must have a younger boyfriend, that’s why I dressed like this (she began to blush)!
Me: I don’t blame them. There would be many younger guys who would want to date you if you weren’t married.
Susan: You must be kidding! You mean guys like you? Would you want to date an auntie like me?
I decided to push it further; test where this would lead. Uncle was not around anyway.
Me: Why not? You’re an attractive lady, so caring and warm. I would be lucky if I had a girlfriend like you. (God damn, what the fuck did I say? Did I go too far?)
Susan: You are so sweet to say that! And so cute! How am I to compete with the young girls you see at school? I am sure your girlfriend must be gorgeous. Right?
Me: Er, actually… I have never had a girlfriend.
Susan: Oh, really? I am sorry. I just assumed that a handsome young man like you would have had many girlfriends. Don’t worry, you will find one soon.
As she said that, she leaned over to give me a slight hug with her arm over my shoulder. I could smell her scent this close and it was full of shampoo and shower cream fragrance, with a hint of womanly flavour. And as I briefly glanced downward - a splendid view of her cleavage at such close distance. Gosh, I wanted to taste her!
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We continued to have our breakfast after that little ‘connection’, but I could not taste anything at all. My mind was transfixed on what I needed to do next, to take it to another level with Susan. Uncle wasn’t around, at least for a few hours, so it was a brilliant chance to try something. But at the same time, I was worried that things might turn sour if I pushed too hard. I decided to keep it casual:
Me: So what plans do you have for today? Are you going out shopping or something?
Susan: Hmmm, I don’t really have any plans, you know. Maybe just watch TV and rest a bit? What about you?
Me: I have to study a bit, but then later I might do some exercise in my room. Too lazy to go to the gym at poly. Haha!
Susan: Sounds good. Well, you go ahead and finish up. Leave the things on the table and I will clear them later. I think I will have a shower first; was a bit sweaty when I went to get breakfast just now.
Susan stood up and went to her room, and that was when I noticed the second thing about her dressing that morning - she was in a pair of white shorts and I could see her panty line. She was wearing something dark-colored underneath! I quickly chomped on the last bits of breakfast, cleared all the stuff on the table (since it was nothing much really), and went in the direction of the master bedroom.
As I got close, I noticed that her door was left slightly ajar, and there was the sound of running water- she must have already been in the shower. Summoning up my courage, I slowly peeked into the room through the opened door. The bathroom door was closed - damn! But all was not lost, coz as I lowered my gaze down to her bed, I couldn’t believe my eyes! Susan had left her clothes, bra and panties on the bed before going for her shower. I stood there frozen for a few seconds, my mind battling to decide if I should go on in, or just walk off coz I was too chicken.
Ah hell, it’s now or never! I crept into Susan’s bedroom slowly, careful not to make a sound, making my way to the treasure that was her underwear. Her pink bra came into full view as I gingerly picked it up, as if it was real treasure I had found. The thick bra straps must have been straining to keep those big breasts of hers in place! And the bra cups were those nice round full cups, which were plain on the outside, but felt very comfortable to the touch. I turned it to face the inside of the cups, and buried my face in them, while taking in a good deep whiff! I filled my lungs with that sweet womanly scent and marveled at how good it smelled! Feeling that that was not enough, I put my face in each individual cups and repeated the process, as if they were oxygen masks and my life depended on it!
When I opened my eyes, my gaze was on the pair of panties. I quickly swapped the bra for it, and buried my nose into the crotch part,band taking in deep breaths again. The scent was mush heavier compared to her bra; it was quite different as I would have imagined, since it would have soaked up some of her delightful lady juices down there. My mind filled with images of what her pussy must have looked like. I just wanted Susan so damn badly! And she was just a bathroom door apart, standing naked in the shower! So near and yet so far!!
All of a sudden, the sound of running water ceased - she is done with her shower! In my panic, I threw the pair of panties down onto the bed, and scrambled out of the room, just in time to hear the bathroom door open. Fuck! Will she notice?! In my haste, I forgot to put back her bra and panties to their original positions! Oh my god, she’s going to know for sure! I quickly returned my room to prepare for the worst…
I picked up one of my books and propped it open in front of me, expecting Susan to come storming in to confront me. Instead, after a while, I only heard footsteps going towards the kitchen, and slowly back towards the direction of my room. Susan knocked once and opened the door:
Susan: hey, thanks for clearing kitchen table, sweetheart. You are always so helpful.
I was overcome with a great sense of relief as I stopped my fake studying; she did not suspect a thing after all! I turned to answer her:
Me: it was not trouble at all. The least I could do after such a sumptuous breakfast.
Susan: You are welcome, sweetie. Um, by the way, can I check something with you?
Me: Yeah, sure.
Susan: Did you, um, come into my room… when I was in the shower?
Holy shit! She DID notice! I am so dead!
My face betrayed me right away by turning bright red! Did it even matter now what I said? My face had done all the talking!
Me: Oh, er, why did you say that?
Susan: Well, how should I put this? Coz I put my… er… underwear on my bed before I went to shower, and when I got out, I noticed that it was… in a different position…
I was stumped. Caught. Dead-meat. My mind was blank and I could only swallow my saliva. I was guilty.
Susan: You know, it’s okay to admit it, if that is what you really did. You know you can be frank with me, right?
Me: I… I… yes, I mean, saw your… your… on the bed, and I just didn’t think straight… I am so so sorry… I didn’t mean to…
Susan smiled slightly, to my surprise. She put one hand on her hip, as if to say,“I knew it. Got you now”, and replied:
Susan: Thanks for being honest with me. I really appreciate that. And… you know, frankly, I am flattered that you would be interested in my undies. So I think, this is what I’ll do…
As she said that, she slowly reached over to the left strap of her tank top (she was wearing the same pink top she had on earlier), and gently pulled it down, using her her right hand, slipping the strap until it was free of her arm. She then repeated the same on the right-hand strap using the other. Then with both hands, she slipped the whole thing downwards towards her waist, struggling a bit when it got to the chest area. In fact, she had to really tug at it to get the top past her bosom. All this while, her gaze was fixed straight at me, seductively. It made sense why she had chosen to remove her tank top this way, instead of lifting it off over her head; she WAS trying to seduce me!
When alas it was at her waist, all I could see was her beautiful cleavage with her breasts nestled snugly in the cups of the same pink bra I had buried my face in just a while ago. It was like a dream come true to see that spectacular view. What she did next surprised me even more.
She reached down, unbuttoned the white shorts, and pulled it down till it dropped at her ankles. And as she bent down to do this, her breasts swayed and jiggled according to her movements. She stood back up straight again, with her hand back on one hip, just above the plain dark blue panties which looked a tad too small :
Susan: Do they look better when they are on me (with a smirk)?
Holy shit! She sure was teasing me!
Me: Yes… very… (gulp) very nice…
I was taking in the whole magnificent view of Susan, who had just stripped down to her underwear right in front of me! Her milky white breasts seemed to be spilling out of her bra cups, the curves of her hips were so seductive, and most of all, the cheeky smile she had - I was taking it all in!
And just as suddenly, she reached down to pull her shorts back up and put her tank top back on:
Susan: Hope you like what you saw.
And with that, she spun around and headed out to the living room.
What a fucking tease!!
To be continued soon…
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I sat there dumbfounded wondering if what just happened was just a fleeting dream. I just could not believe it! It took me more than a few seconds to regain my composure, stand up, and walk out of my room to catch Susan in the living room.
But she was not there. Her room door was closed, so she might have gone back to her room, probably to recover from the excitement from a little while ago. Then I heard the clink of glass, and realized that it was coming from the kitchen. I walked over to have a look, and true enough, Susan was there at the kitchen counter. There was a glass of water in her right hand, which she sipped slowly while she leaned against the counter, with her left elbow propped behind her on the counter surface. She was facing me at an angle, but her gaze was locked straight onto me, as if expecting to see me there.
I froze for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. She just remained at her position, with the glass of water still at her lips, staring seductively at me. I walked right up to her, and she instinctively put the glass down behind her, now propping her right elbow on the countertop. This new posture effectively thrust her chest outwards at me, as if to say ‘Come and get it!’
Me: I… I really liked what I see.. I mean saw… But… can I see more?
As I said that, I glanced down at her breasts.
Susan: You naughty boy! Didn’t you get enough?
Me: It was only for… few seconds. I…
As I said this, she started peeling off her tank top, but this time from the bottom. Starting slowly at first, up towards her bosom, revealing her bra once again, and then in one smooth motion, it was off over her head, and she tossed it on the countertop beside her. I was once again confronted with her huge bosom, bit at point blank range. Viewing her cleavage at this proximity and angle really showed how sexy those curves were!
She followed up with pulling down the bra strap on the right slowly with her right hand, and let it fall towards her elbow. I immediately noticed how her right breast dropped slightly as the strap was released - it was doing a hell of a job keeping her breasts supported! She did the same with the one on the left, and left the straps just hanging on either sides.
Susan: How’s this? (clearly she was teasing again)
Me: oh… Wow… Nice, so nice…
She then slowly reached behind her back with her right hand again, and unhooked her bra with practiced ease. I knew this because her breasts plunged slightly again as she did it. Then using the same hand, she lifted her now-loose bra away from her chest, ever so slowly.
To be continued…