New Lodgings

by Richard

   

The advert had sounded promising. The woman who had answered the phone seemed pleasantly anxious to meet me as she gave directions to their house and I was now looking for door number 21 as I turned a corner into Bristol Road. I was suddenly aware of my short satin nightie slipping over my silky tight knickers. Oh, that felt nice. Sliding a hand inside my jacket, I flicked open one of my shirt buttons and felt my fingers glide over my pink chemise. The dry spell of colder winter weather had meant donning jackets, which did a nice job of hiding my love of wearing satin lingerie under my outdoor clothes. I would have to be careful, I reminded myself; meeting prospective landlords with a bulging hard-on was not exactly going to endear me to them. Forcing myself, reluctantly, to stop my ticklish caresses I zip up my jacket, walk up to the front door of number 21 and press the bell. The house looked friendly and inviting, the mid evening lights glowing warmly through the curtains pushing back the darkness. I hoped it was a good omen and that the people who had advertised the room were as friendly. I could hear approaching footsteps from inside, then the click of a latch.

The door opened and I stood, mouth open, gaping at the vision before me. My landlady to be was sheathed in ivory satin. The fold of her negligees wrap was parted where she leant back slightly, a leg pushing through covered by a full-length nightdress of the same liquid fabric. Trying desperately to pull myself together I dragged my gaze up to her bemused face. "I, er, I – Patrick!" My proffered hand, I hoped, would distract her from my blatant stare, but rather than being angry, she actually seemed pleased at the affect she had had on me. "It's a pleasure, Patrick. Call me Susan. Please come in." She went ahead of me and I found myself mesmerised by the wiggle of her lovely bottom, the light bouncing off the shiny wrap accentuated the jiggle of her walk. Leading us into a large comfortable room, she sank carelessly into an armchair, feet up on a footstool, the wrap once again parting over her legs to reveal the gorgeous nightie underneath. I unzipped my jacket and sat opposite her chair. I saw Susan stare at my shirtfront and then quickly look away. An expression of excitement seemed to pass briefly over her face before she regained her composure. Puzzled, I looked down and froze in terror. My shirt was gaping open where I had unbuttoned it, the shine of pale pink satin unmistakable. My heart racing, I refastened the renegade button to have my attention snapped back to Susan asking me how I spent my time at home in the evenings. She must have seen the nightie - she had to have. But she acted as if nothing had happened. I tried to gather my shaken thoughts and answer her question; eating, reading or TV and sleep. She said that she usually bathed early and changed into a nightie so she could relax and with a mischievous look in her eye added that I must feel free to do the same.

Some how, the ties of her wrap had become loose and her dressing gown had now shrugged open nearly over her shoulders, the full glory of her lovely body encased in her revealing nightie was now exposed. I couldn't help but look longingly at her satin covered breasts, the shadow of her nipples easily visible. I was torn between wanting to touch her through her slippery satin and wanting to wear it myself. She was speaking again, and I looked up to see her quickly look away from my face. She had been watching me staring at her, but she smiled as she went on talking. "I was very sad to loose Simon, my last tenant, to a career move overseas." As she talked her fingers were tracing a slow, lazy pattern over her silky covered thigh. Her voice took on a far away quality "he was a very dear person, but I just know I have found someone as nice to fill the gap." I replied that I was very pleased and that I loved her house.

Rising from her chair with a swish of satin, she held out her hand to lead me out of the room. "Let me show you your bedroom". She seemed childishly excited keeping a hold on my hand. I felt myself getting horny being so close to her in her negligee as we climbed the stairs. She led me to a room with a large bed and various items of furniture. "There should be enough room for all of your clothes in here," she said smiling at me. As she turned from the chest of drawers to pass by me, she placed her hand on my midriff as if to steady herself as she passed between the narrow gap beside the bed and wall, and I was aware of her hand lightly rubbing my shirt over my nightie. It was only a slight movement, but I saw her bite her lip gently as if in pleasure.

We discussed what appeared to me to be a very low rent figure indeed and the coming Friday as being the date of my moving in. She seemed anxious to have me ensconced as soon as possible, offering assistance with my move if I needed it and actually kissing my cheek, pressing herself against me, turning so her satin set slid easily between us.

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Friday evening found Susan helping me with my bags and few boxes of possessions up to my room. I was relieved that her assistance didn't extend to offering to help with my unpacking. The case full of my beautiful satin lingerie and dresses might have been a little difficult to explain. She told me to join her downstairs once I was settled and then left me to sort myself out. I quickly got my things arranged, my satin knickers, slips, stockings, suspenders, camisoles etc. taking up most of one of the large bottom drawers of the chest and my dresses, blouses, nighties and slippery satin skirts hidden behind my other clothes in the wardrobe. It was gone eight before everything was done. With a pleased, puffed sigh, I remembered Susan's invitation and headed downstairs. I was delighted to see that Susan, true to her word, was changed into the delicious negligee set that she had been wearing on our first meeting. She walked towards me handing me a wineglass the size of a small swimming pool heavy with a full-bodied red, "to celebrate your moving in," she said. She was watching me with a smile on her face over the rim of her own glass and seemed curiously expectant. "Now" she commanded breezily, "you need to relax with a good hot bath. Take your wine with you and then come in and see me before you head off to bed. You know where my bedroom is, don't you? I won't be asleep so you must pop in." She seemed anxious to make sure I knew she wanted to see me before retiring. I was touched that she was trying so hard to make me feel welcome and gratefully accepted her order to relax and reassured her that I would pop in to say goodnight.

By the end of the bath I had finished my considerable quantity of wine and was feeling warm and fuzzy. I had pressed my neglected towelling dressing gown into service, desperately missing the feel of my lovely long silky wrap I usually wore, but looking forward to enjoying myself with a particular favourite satin nightie once in bed, the thought causing my cock to twitch involuntarily. Susan's bedroom was just across from the bathroom and I knocked on her door. Inside I was again shocked into gaping wonder. A massive four-poster bed dominated the room. The satin bedclothes fought with the matching satin drapes of the four-poster for attention. Satin curtains covered the windows as two bedside lamps cast a rosy glow about the room. Susan was standing beside the bed in just her lovely satin sheath of a nightdress. "I hope you will accept a little present as a welcome gift," she said indicating a box on the dressing table stool. I was touched again by her kindness and generosity. Smiling in surprise, I fumbled a heartfelt thank you as I walked to the box. It was a wide, flat affair, dusky pink in colour with a cameo design on the lid. Pink tissue paper rustled quietly, disturbed by the lids removal as I placed it on the dresser. A sudden terrible hope gripped me and I looked to where Susan waited in tense anticipation. Turning back to the box I pulled the first fold of pink tissue to one side, then the other.

The bodice of a satin nightie shone out. My heart was pounding as I took the thin straps in either hand and lifted it up. The long folds of liquid satin swept down to the floor as I realised that it was identical to Susan's own nightdress but where hers was ivory, this one was pink. I stared at the lovely glossy creation, then to my new benefactor. "It's- it's so beautiful. Oh, thank you. Thank you so very much". Her shoulders slumped with released tension and she almost skipped to the stool. "There's a matching negligee too," she chirped pulling out the pink wrap. "Come on, I'm dying to see if it's the right size." I hurriedly shook off my heavy dressing gown and Susan helped me into the pink nightie. It felt wonderful as its length slipped down over my skin, my excitement already becoming apparent as my hardening pushed at the satin. "Now this" said Susan holding the wrap for me to slip my arms into. Her hands caress the wraps silky side into the shiny surface of the nightdress. I closed my eyes. "Ooh, that is lovely. Hmm, don't stop I beg you." My erection was now straining upright as she stood in front of me. "Hmm, I can see you really like my present. Did you see, it's just like mine?" she asked and took a step towards me, our nighties' meeting in slippery contact. Susan circled a hand around my waist again rubbing the two layers of satin together over my bottom. Looking to the tented fabric, she reached down with her free hand and placed my stiff protuberance between her legs. I pushed against her, both our nighties being forced between her thighs, the glossy slipperiness of the material leaving me breathless as we begin to move rhythmically back and forth my cock twitching with the sudden silky pleasure. Our breathing becomes faster and faster as the sex of our rubbing takes control. "Wait! Wait, my darling", Susan breathes in urgent gasps, as we both struggle to regain a modicum of control over our passion, "we've got all night and so much silky pleasure to enjoy, we don't want it all to end to quickly." We part, and with that Susan walked behind me and reached her hands around my waist pushing my wrap as they go to encircle my balls and cock with two layers of satin rubbing them lightly and quickly. I nearly collapse with the pleasure of her caress, closing my eyes and leaning back against her, my excitement increasing as the front of my nightie becomes wet with my slippery pre-cum liquid, oohs escaping my lips in timed bursts to her rubbing. My legs begin to buckle and I build up to scream in ecstasy, as I'm certain I'm about to explode when she pulls away from me, leaving my cock dancing and twitching in the beginnings of ejaculation. Globs of clear liquid combined with off white specks leak from the tip of my pulsating tool just this side of a full explosion. She takes my hand and guides me to the satin covered bed. As I lie on top of the silky sheets another shock awaits me. The canopy of the four-poster is fixed with mirrors and I stare speechless as I see myself for the first time dressed in my satin lingerie the soft glossy fabric moulding itself to my curves, the shine a desperate turn on. I watch the reflection in breathless fascination as Susan guides me to the middle of the huge bed and takes up position lying facing me, pulling up her satin clear of her hips. She takes my hand and pushes it between her legs which is wet with sex, her excitement serving to heighten mine, if that were possible. I push my finger inside Susan's slippery pussy. Her moans of pleasure combine with mine, as she doubles the shiny side of my nightie over my hardness to masturbate me knowing by now it is the thing I most enjoy having done to me. She leans across and kisses my lips lightly, over and over, licking them with her flicking tongue as her fingers tickle my nipples through the thin satin bodice of my new nightie. We are now writhing in sexual ecstasy getting close again to the point of no return when Susan grabs my hand to stop its wet sliding. "That's lovely, so lovely, but its time now." My thoughts were scattered by my state of near orgasm and I couldn't collect them to make any sense of this wonderful night – and if I were honest I didn't care, I didn't want it to stop I just wanted it to go on and on. Susan rolled from her side onto her back and whispered to me "I need you there" gently pushing me over her to rest between her spread legs. I catch a glimpse of her glistening pussy and feel her helpfully pull up my nightie and hold my prick to guide it between her slippery lips. I glide into her without any effort, her pussy awash with sexual lubrication. I know I can't last for much longer as I move in rhythm to her slow gyrations. She pulls me down to meet her mouth and I allow my weight to rest on her as she holds me in a close, tight embrace our kissing lingering on. I let out a cry of desperate joy and can't help but shout out in complete abandon as the sexual need overtakes all else. I continue pushing into Susan's slippery cave, our satin nighties increasing the feeling of lubrication, their glossiness eliminating friction to set up a sensual slide against each other. I scream at the top of my voice "I'M COMING, OH MY DEAR GOD, THE SATIN'S MAKING ME COME SOOO MUCH…. AAARGH, AAARGH, AAARGH, MORE, OH FEEL THE SATIN!" My release starts just as I feel Susan's own jerks begin. Her cries mingle with mine as I stare wide eyed at her face contorting almost as if she were in pain as she pumps her own sweet liquid around me. Our orgasms seem to squirt on and on, I thought I would die from the pleasure as my jerks each seemed to be a never-ending gush of delight. But then our release starts to ebb; our thrusts lessening as our respective cums reach their fill. We lie still, both of us exhausted, wetness dribbling everywhere as the full joy of our union settles like a beautiful satin sexual veil. And as Susan lovingly tickled my side through my lovely satin nightie I knew then that there were going to be many more nights like this one.

  

  

  

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