My Landlady - Part 2 continued and Part 3

This is a continuation of my first post, about my experience with my landlady, told through multiple short portions.

As if the universe was reading my thoughts, Susan began walking towards me with the kitchen cloth in her hand:

Susan: Let me just quickly rinse this and I am done.

She just wanted to share the sink to wash the kitchen cloth but in the process she stood close enough for me to have a top-down view down her blouse again as she bent forward to wash. Her bosom even jiggled a little which she was scrubbing off the grime from the cloth. What’s more, with her standing just next to me, I caught a whiff of her scent, which was part floral perfume and part shampoo. I was absolutely turned-on at that moment but it seemed like it was nothing at all to her. If only she knew what was going on in my mind. Or maybe she did know…..

Suddenly, she looked up at me:

Susan: Thank you for doing the dishes. You are so helpful!

Me: Oh…. It was… the least I could do.

My eyes almost didn’t shift quickly enough from her chest to her eyes as she spoke to me. I was caught off-guard. Gosh, I hope she didn’t notice me staring at her before that. It was hard for me to maintain my composure with her bosom lightly resting against my arm; I could feel my face going red.

Susan: Here, let me do this together with you so we can finish up sooner.

I only managed a smile as I kept looking at her while we were both at the sink, side by side, doing the dishes together. This time, I got to stare at her cleavage for many more seconds.

PART 3

That evening, I couldn’t stop thinking of Susan as I was in my room, not that I had much else to do. It was only the first day of school and there was no assignments to get started on and no revision to be done. All I could think of was what I has seen of her that day and how I wanted to see more of her. I decided I need to be up early the next day, even though my classes only started in the afternoon.

The next morning, I woke up very early when it was still dark outside. 5:34am to be exact. I couldn’t sleep anymore. I went outside my room.

There was no one else outside – the living room and kitchen were still dark and there were no noises coming out of the master bedroom. I decided to have a cup of coffee while I decide. I wanted to catch the first glimpse of Susan as soon as she exits her bedroom.

I sat down at the dining table in the kitchen after making my coffee because I didn’t want to return to my room and I didn’t want to switch on the lights in the living room (which may bleed into the master bedroom). But soon my patience paid off when I heard a door open and close – I prayed that it would be Susan.

I was half right – it was the both of them. I guess for folks their age – especially for Uncle – waking up early is nothing surprising.

Susan and Uncle: Oh, you are up so early! Why aren’t you sleeping some more?

Me: Oh, well….. I’m used to waking up early.

I wasn’t lying. In fact, I used to wake up even earlier during my videogame days back home.

Susan: You want breakfast? Uncle will be going for his morning walk and can get breakfast on his way back.

Uncle sat at the table with me while Susan prepared their coffee.

Uncle: Yes, it’s no trouble really, but it might take some time, say maybe an hour or so? Does your classes start so early?

Me: Oh no no, it’s okay… No need to trouble yourself. I’ll just eat when I get to school later.

Susan placed the two cups of coffee on the table next to Uncle but instead of joining us, she rather hurriedly went off in the direction of her room. I noticed she was still in her big-T, which is an oversized, baggy T-shirt and goes down all the way to just above the knees. Her chest seemed less protruding than before and there was no outline of a bra on her back – was she without her bra because she wasn’t expecting me to be up and about at this early hour? Dang, I missed it as I was distracted by the conversation!

I was engaged in more small talk with Uncle before he finished his coffee and got up to leave - I guess it was time for his morning walk. Susan then returned to the kitchen, still in her big-T but this time, I clearly noticed the outline of a bra and her chest was much more lifted than before. I was almost certain she had gone to put on her bra just now. I decided to look for opportunities to be close to her:

Me: Aren’t you going for a walk with Uncle?

Susan: Me? Not on weekdays – I still have to get ready to go to work. I usually only join him on the weekends when I have the time.

Me: Oh, then why are you up so early?

Susan: At this age, I couldn’t sleep till much later even if I wanted to. Besides, I need to clean the house a little; I’ll mop the floor today and tidy up the place before I head out. Nobody will do it if I don’t.

Me: If you don’t mind, I’d like to help if I can. That way, you can finish up earlier and get ready for work.

Susan: You know what – thank you so much for being so kind! I shall not refuse then; it’s nice to get some help with the housework for once.

We finished our coffee and Susan got out the tools required for the job. I took on the mop duty and started with great enthusiasm while she started wiping the other surfaces – tables, cabinets, chairs and so on. One good thing about her doing that is while it is not as strenuous as mopping the floor, she had to bend down slightly to reach the lower surfaces. In doing so, coupled with the fact that her big-T had a big wide neckline and wide sleeve openings, I had the chance to really see more of her. As soon as she bent down to wipe the coffee table, the gaping neckline exposed her cleavage, the top of her breasts and parts of her bra. Oh, what a fantastic view it was – her cleavage was deep, and her breasts looked so fair and soft and oh so, so big! Her bra, which was an off-white coloured piece was straining to keep those big breasts contained. Watching them swaying and jiggling as she put strength into her wiping motions just added to the excitement!

I was staring at that fantastic view all the while as I was carrying out my mopping duties. Each time she shifted or turned, I would adjust my location as best I could to get the best view. Even from the side, I could enjoy the sides of her bra which had a floral design and a nice thick band to support the combined weight of her melons. Even her bra straps were thick. It was the most enjoyable time I’ve had doing housework! I wonder if she knew that I was ogling her and if she did, how did she feel?

I shifted my position to be closer to her and at an ideal angle to view down any openings in her big-T. It wasn’t hard to catch those opportunities at all. Susan didn’t look like she suspected of anything and continued with her housework.

Soon, I was starting to sweat and it showed on my t-shirt – in large dark patches. Susan glanced at me and noticed those.

Susan: You poor thing – you’re sweating buckets!

She looked at the droplets of sweat on my forehead and the deep coloured patches on my white t shirt. Essentially she was visually scanning all over my body l.

Susan: My goodness you are really sweating it out! If I knew you’d be sweating so much, I wouldnt have let you help with the housework!

She let out a light sigh and smiled.

Susan: Come on, you can stop now; take a rest on the sofa to cool off. You wouldn’t want to be late for school or anything. I’ll be finishing up soon anyway.

I took her advice and plonked down on the sofa. It gave me the chance to cool down and also, a good chance to observe her while she took over the mopping. With her larger movements with the mop, the more her breasts swayed and bounced; knocking against her arms as she moved them from side to side. While she bent slightly forward, viewing her from the back means that her panties was imprinted against the back of her big-T. She must have been also sweating a little as the fabric kinda stuck to her skin. I must have sat there in silent enjoyment for at least 5 minutes before she was done.