My landlady when I was 23 was a 30 yo hottie married to a 55 yo fat guy, the apartment complex I lived in was her wedding present. It was mostly young singles and divorced people living there, I guess she thought i was the most responsibe one there, she offered me free rent to be resident manager. I worked free lance programming and graphic design, so it was a nice break for me.
She used to come by at least once a month to get the rent checks I had collected and in the summer she would go swimming several times a week, the complex had a pool, her house didn't. She would always use my apartment to change into or out of her bikini, sometimes she would have one of her hot friends with her, she always came during a week day when 90% of the residents were at work.
I never had sex with her, I saw her tits several times, usually due to a top slippage from swimming, I caught her checking me out a few times when I was swimming. One time she had this cute brunette with her and i was lounging and reading, they started whispering and giggling asking me how big my feet were, size 14, the brunette squealed "I told you".
I realized that the way I was sitting they were looking up the leg of my baggy shorts. I am not unusually well endowed, maybe 7" if one end of the tape is on my spleen, so it must have been an optical illusion. But the idea that they were looking sure gave me a hard on and maybe that extra inch, no I didn't rearrange.
With free rent I saved up enough to buy a house, so she was my last landlady.
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