Straight Male / 53
Careless Housemate
20 years ago I was in graduate school and had a very tiny house with just one bedroom. I socialized with some people at a very liberal church in town and met Charlene, a woman in her mid-20s (so 6-8 years younger) who was very cute, brown haired and slim if not ultra thin. She was just a tad ditzy, though a more appropriate term would be that she had ADD, and was sometimes forgetful and oddly impulsive, but usually not in a harmful way. I think we were moderately attracted to each other, but not so much that we ever dated. At events where we met we occasionally gave each other back or shoulder rubs, but it never felt right to go further.
Charlene didn't have the best financial situation, and was renting space in a woman's house for a while. I then heard through a common friend that she was looking for someplace she could save even more money at, and knew I had a sunroom up front with just a single bed; it was open to the small living room so there was no privacy, but I did suggest that I could rent it for $100 a month. Charlene was interested and soon she moved in.
She was fairly accommodating for a while and we got along, even continuing the backrubs, though I think we were both fairly conscious that we had to be careful about not going too far and presuming that this might lead somewhere, as it now more easily could. We even joked about touching each other occasionally, along of the line of suggesting that if we each had to get excited by someone, we could "do worse" than with each other. I think we both meant this respectfully, it was a joke because we knew we were more than second worst, and actually could enjoy each other on more than a physical level. But we also both knew ourselves and each other well enough to know we weren't really a match, and would be disappointed in the end if we let things go too far, precisely because it would seem good in some respects but not really fulfilling.
But the hints of physical interest didn't completely stop, and proximity led to temptation. It finally boiled up when I was sitting on the small living room couch, perhaps watching something on TV, and she came down from the bathroom, bending over her bed to pick up something. She had a long T-shirt on, and when she bent over I could see that was all she had--her pussy was fully exposed a foot away from me, her ass only loosely covered. She was very nonchalant, talking to me as she came in, oblivious to what she was doing. This was actually not the first or last time she accidentally exposed her pussy or nipples to me, though it didn't happen very often. I hadn't been thinking about her or sex at all, but couldn't pass the opportunity. I quickly kneeled onto the floor, put my hands on her legs just under her ass, and said "Please let me do this" as I shoved my face into her hairy snatch and began to lick her labia. She said "Oh!" and jolted, but didn't get up, instead just rested further down onto her bed as if waiting to see what was next. Well, I soon found her clitoris and bent to reach it with my tongue, though it was a bit of a stretch and got my nose practically in her vagina, which was fine except I needed to breathe. I also saw her pretty little asshole in this position, just under her shirt, and soon lifted this to see the curve of her young ass facing me.
"I didn't expect this" she said. "Neither did I," I said coming up for air. "Should I stop?" She admitted that she liked it, and I told her it would be easier if she turned around. She thought about it for a few moments and then did, sitting on the bed and widening her legs so I could dive in again. For a while she just looked down at me without passion, like I was a utility man fixing some pipes and she wondered how long it would take. But after a few minutes she laid back, saying nothing, but starting to whimper a bit. She never touched me or gave me any direction or even encouragement, nor was I entirely sure when or if she orgasmed as she wasn't very loud, but eventually she did tell me she had one and I should stop.
And that was it. We talked about it a little bit and agreed it was fun but shouldn't go further, and never repeated it. The next time I saw her pussy I really wanted to slide right into her, but I knew it wouldn't go well and refrained. A few months later she moved out to better digs and after another year I heard she got married. She wasn't my type, but I'm glad we connected as much as we did and were clear-eyed about the whole thing.
Charlene didn't have the best financial situation, and was renting space in a woman's house for a while. I then heard through a common friend that she was looking for someplace she could save even more money at, and knew I had a sunroom up front with just a single bed; it was open to the small living room so there was no privacy, but I did suggest that I could rent it for $100 a month. Charlene was interested and soon she moved in.
She was fairly accommodating for a while and we got along, even continuing the backrubs, though I think we were both fairly conscious that we had to be careful about not going too far and presuming that this might lead somewhere, as it now more easily could. We even joked about touching each other occasionally, along of the line of suggesting that if we each had to get excited by someone, we could "do worse" than with each other. I think we both meant this respectfully, it was a joke because we knew we were more than second worst, and actually could enjoy each other on more than a physical level. But we also both knew ourselves and each other well enough to know we weren't really a match, and would be disappointed in the end if we let things go too far, precisely because it would seem good in some respects but not really fulfilling.
But the hints of physical interest didn't completely stop, and proximity led to temptation. It finally boiled up when I was sitting on the small living room couch, perhaps watching something on TV, and she came down from the bathroom, bending over her bed to pick up something. She had a long T-shirt on, and when she bent over I could see that was all she had--her pussy was fully exposed a foot away from me, her ass only loosely covered. She was very nonchalant, talking to me as she came in, oblivious to what she was doing. This was actually not the first or last time she accidentally exposed her pussy or nipples to me, though it didn't happen very often. I hadn't been thinking about her or sex at all, but couldn't pass the opportunity. I quickly kneeled onto the floor, put my hands on her legs just under her ass, and said "Please let me do this" as I shoved my face into her hairy snatch and began to lick her labia. She said "Oh!" and jolted, but didn't get up, instead just rested further down onto her bed as if waiting to see what was next. Well, I soon found her clitoris and bent to reach it with my tongue, though it was a bit of a stretch and got my nose practically in her vagina, which was fine except I needed to breathe. I also saw her pretty little asshole in this position, just under her shirt, and soon lifted this to see the curve of her young ass facing me.
"I didn't expect this" she said. "Neither did I," I said coming up for air. "Should I stop?" She admitted that she liked it, and I told her it would be easier if she turned around. She thought about it for a few moments and then did, sitting on the bed and widening her legs so I could dive in again. For a while she just looked down at me without passion, like I was a utility man fixing some pipes and she wondered how long it would take. But after a few minutes she laid back, saying nothing, but starting to whimper a bit. She never touched me or gave me any direction or even encouragement, nor was I entirely sure when or if she orgasmed as she wasn't very loud, but eventually she did tell me she had one and I should stop.
And that was it. We talked about it a little bit and agreed it was fun but shouldn't go further, and never repeated it. The next time I saw her pussy I really wanted to slide right into her, but I knew it wouldn't go well and refrained. A few months later she moved out to better digs and after another year I heard she got married. She wasn't my type, but I'm glad we connected as much as we did and were clear-eyed about the whole thing.
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