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New Beginnings

living with an older woman

I just graduated from the university. I was born and bred in a small city in Nigeria, it wasn’t an exotic place but it was home. I graduated from the university with a real estate degree. I’m a 25-year-old with an amazing body and a tall frame, standing at 6ft3 I was what you’d call every lady’s “Mr perfect” and I sure as hell knew that. Life after school wasn’t easy especially when you didn’t have the right connections but I tried my best to push forward, it wasn’t going to be easy but I wasn’t going to give up either.

I searched for work and wasn’t able to find anything permanent back home, so I considered moving to Lagos as I heard it was the city of hustlers and everyone made it big here, if they knew what they were doing that is. I applied for jobs and kept an open mind about them. I didn’t have the experience they sought for but I wasn’t going to let that stop me. I got a positive response from a company in Lagos. They wanted an online interview first. I prepared for it and it went better than I expected.

A few days after the interview, I received a call saying I’d gotten the job which started in August. I was elated. The pay was higher than I had imagined and it came with extra benefits. I was looking forward to starting over in a new city, the much needed change of scenery I’d always craved was here finally.

My plane just landed in Lagos. It was everything I thought it’ll be. I started work soon and I needed to find accommodation quickly. I had a friend who also stayed in Lagos and he offered a room for the week, which gave me a chance to look for a place. I checked online for some listings and few looked good. I considered places close to where I’d be working – Ikeja, which is located in north-west Lagos. I called one of the numbers on the listings and a woman picked up.

Her name was Ronke and she sounded really friendly and a bit classy. She told me she just recently put up the advert and only a few people made enquiries. I told her I wanted to check it out and I’d come over. We agreed on 5pm and she texted the address to me.

Luckily for me, Ikeja wasn’t so far from where I stayed currently as I later found out, it was just a short uber ride. When I got to the address Ronke gave me, I thought it I was the wrong place. The apartments here were luxury apartments and I didn’t think I’d be able to afford them. Ronke’s home was a new building and very classy. I wanted to cancel our meeting but something in me said we should meet since I was already here. I pressed the bell and took a deep breath.

Her voice came through the intercom. “Who’s there??”

“Yusuf,” I replied.

The lock clicked. I pushed the gate open and walked through a neatly kept garden towards the front door. It was a very fancy place. The garden was perfect. Just as I was about to knock on the door it swung open, and Ronke greeted me with a beaming smile.

“Hi Yusuf, come in, leave your shoes at the door and follow me,” she said.

I smiled as I replied. “Sure, no problem.”

She apologized for the way she was dressed – she just got back from the gym and hadn’t changed out of her clothes.

“No worries,” I said.

I followed Ronke up the stairs and I was taken away by the beauty of her house. She was wearing biker shorts and a tight fitting, thin, stretchy, zip-up hooded sweater. When she walked up the stairs her massive ass swayed from side to side. Each ass cheek was probably more than both my hands could hold, and I resisted the urge to find out. At the time I wasn’t sure if it was the biker shorts holding her ass in shape, or if her ass cheeks were shaped that way (I’d find out soon).

Ronke was dark and had a really amazing body especially for a woman her age. Her firm ass protruded out the sides, as well as behind her. I’ve seen many women with big asses, but very few with big asses and smaller waists. It was difficult to guess her age because her body was youthful. She was much older than me. I felt a bulge developing in my pants.

I followed Ronke to the balcony and we sat down. The balcony was big and the view was stunning. At the other end of the balcony there was a Jacuzzi. It was a private balcony and we couldn’t see the neighbors and couldn’t be seen either. I couldn’t help noticing how pretty her feet were. They were neatly pedicured and her toenails were painted blue. I’m not a foot guy, but I couldn’t help admiring them. Her thighs were thick – really thick. I briefly imagined what it would be like to have my head between those thick thighs.

Ronke was a walking barbie doll with an hourglass figure. She stood about 5’9″. Considering the size of her ass and breasts, her waist seemed relatively small. Her stomach was flat.

Ronke poured us a drink. My mind wandered again as I imagined her hand on my cock. When she gave me the drink, she leaned forward and I got a good glimpse of her cleavage. I couldn’t stop staring at her breasts as they strained the stretchy material – fortunately I had my sunglasses on so she couldn’t see where I was looking.

My eyes returned to hers when she asked. “Do you like the place?”

“Yes,” I replied. “I’m staying with a friend not far from here, but I have to find my own place soon”.

“Well, maybe we can help each other out,” said Ronke. “I need some company, I’ve been living alone for too long. It would be nice to have someone here with me.”

She explained how she had split with her husband five years ago after 30 years of marriage.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said sympathetically.

I quickly realized that Ronke was about 50 years old, if she married at 20. That didn’t seem to add up because she looked younger than that.

“Oh well,” she said. “We never had children and I guess we drifted apart. I guess he got sick of me and he ended up leaving me for a younger woman. She was young and skinny, whereas I’m fat and old, and he was thinking with his dick.” She giggled again, but this time with bitterness. “The good news is he had to give me half of what we owned. I got this apartment and more money than I know what to do with!”

“Well, you look better than most women my age. And I don’t think you look fat, you’ve got nice curves,” I said, and then instantly regretted. There was a short and uncomfortable silence and I could feel my face flush red. I blushed easily and the more I tried not to, the redder my face became.

“Aww, that’s sweet of you,” she replied, and then she leaned forward and rubbed my arm. As she leaned forward I got a better view of her deep cleavage. I was relieved that she wasn’t offended, but I still felt embarrassed.

She sat back and continued, “I’ve put some weight on the past few years, but I think it’s gone to the right spots.”

My face was still red, I could feel it.

“So tell me about yourself” Ronke asked.

“I’ve just moved here for work,” I explained. “I just graduated from the university. I’m 25 years old and I got a job as a real estate agent.”

“Oh, that sounds nice,” she said.

“Yeah,” I replied, “and the pay might be enough for me to save some money”

“So you’re looking for cheap accommodation then?” She asked.

“Yeah, which means I don’t think I can move in here,” I said dejectedly.

“Don’t worry about that”, she replied. “Rent isn’t a concern for me. As I explained, I don’t need the money. I’m looking for someone to move in here and keep me company, but I do wonder if you’re too young to live with an old lady like me? This isn’t a party flat,” she giggled again.

“Oh no,” I quickly replied. “I’m not looking for a party flat. I need a cheap place to live so I can save some money. I prefer quiet evenings with a glass of wine. I read and write a lot.”

“Me too,” she said. She smiled again.

When Ronke smiled her eyes seemed to smile too. She wasn’t wearing a lot of make-up, just some eye-liner and lip gloss. Her shoulder-length black hair was styled nicely. Her face radiated and eyes twinkled every time she smiled, a beautiful smile with perfect teeth and pouty lips.

We sat there and talked for a few hours, which surprised me because it felt like only 20 minutes had passed. I tried my best to not stare at her body, which was not an easy task, considering the way it was busting out of her figure hugging clothes. We were at ease in each other’s company, chatting about many things. I was hoping she would offer me the room, and finally she did.

“Why don’t you move in here for a few weeks at 20 thousand naira a week and we’ll see how that goes,” she offered.

I couldn’t turn down a deal like that. Most places I’d looked at were going for 75 thousand a week, and they were very small. Ronke’s place was big, spacious and luxurious.

“I’m happy to offer low rent for someone like you,” Ronke said.

“I can’t say no to that,” I replied.

“I’ll give you the tour then,” she said as she stood up.

I followed her back inside. Ronke’s home was very different to the cheap student flats I was used to – It was a minimalist look, uncluttered and simple.

“Here’s the kitchen, feel free to help yourself to whatever you want. I’ll clear some cupboard space for your own things too”.

“Wow”, I said.

I’d never seen a kitchen as fancy as this, except in magazines or on the internet. Next she showed me the bathroom and I was a little disappointed. It was nice, but just a simple shower and a separate toilet. I was expecting something bigger, but I soon realized this was just one of three bathrooms. We then went up the stairs, and I got another close up of Ronke’s huge bubble butt. I felt myself becoming hypnotized by it as it swayed back and forth. Ronke’s room was on the second floor. As she walked into her room I stood at the doorway and peaked inside. Her bed was huge, a king size, and she had black silk sheets.

She apologized for the unmade bed. I didn’t reply because I was thinking about her lying in that bed – her plump, curvaceous, naked body writhing around on the black silk sheets… I snapped out of my fantasy when she walked out of her room past me. One of her large hanging breasts brushed my hip as I stood at the door.

“And here’s the second floor bathroom.”

“Wow,” I said again. “This is bigger than my old house.” We both laughed.

The bathroom had a white marble floor. On one side there were two shower heads positioned about six feet apart. The other wall of the bathroom was a floor-to-ceiling mirror. Next to the shower area were two marble blocks that you could sit on or place your towel. I immediately imagined bending her over one of those blocks as I pounded my stiff cock into her fat old pussy from behind. I pictured myself burying my cock deep into Ronke’s massive ass as she looked up at me in the mirror with that smile on her face… I snapped out of my daydream again.

“This is a spa bath,” she continued, “but I never use it. I just use the Jacuzzi on the balcony. You can see there’s two of everything,” She said as she pointed at the two wash basins. “I think this bathroom makes me lonely”. She giggled again. “OK, and now up to the third floor – your floor”.

Once again we were climbing a set of stairs and my face was only inches away from Ronke’s glorious ass. I could no longer look at it out of fear that my boner was becoming too obvious. I’ll have plenty of chances to look at this later, I thought to myself.

The third floor was like the second, only smaller, but it was still big compared to what I was used to. There was my bedroom, another smaller bedroom, a bathroom, and a separate toilet. It was still very nice, although not as luxurious as the bathroom on the second floor. I couldn’t believe I was going to live here for only 20 thousand naira.

We went back to the balcony and chatted for a while. The conversation flowed and we were at ease in each other’s company. I discovered Ronke was married at the age of 30, and was therefore 50 years old. She kept fit by doing yoga, and had done so since the 1980s. More recently she’d started classes at a gym. That explained why her body remained so firm, despite her age and size. Ronke studied fine arts at university in the late 60s and early 70s.

“I was your typical college student”, she said. “We used to party quite a lot, smoked way too much!”

I was surprised to hear this because she appeared quite conservative. Perhaps under her friendly, but reserved exterior, there was a wild woman? On the one hand she oozed sensuality and sex appeal, but on the other hand she looked very proper and innocent.

I left Ronke’s home around midnight after a couple of glasses of wine on the balcony. I couldn’t believe my luck. I’d found a cheap place to live, but more that that, it was a luxury apartment with a beautiful older lady. During my university years I’d only had one girlfriend and she was slim, with small tits and a small ass. We were together for four years. She took my virginity and I hadn’t fucked anyone else, calling me inexperienced was an understatement. It wasn’t as though I was ugly or socially awkward, I was OK looking, but a bit of an introvert.

Most of my student life had revolved around study, rather than parties. I was never that attracted to my ex’s body and I’d always fantasized about older women, with big asses and big tits. There was something about them that turned me on. Ronke was the opposite of my ex-girlfriend. She was my fantasy. Her boobs were extremely big, massive in fact. She definitely took good care of herself.

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Living With An older Woman

living with an older woman

I moved into Ronke’s house two days after meeting her. Since I only had a few bags of stuff, the move was easy. Work was yet to begin so I had time to relax, and that meant I had time to get to know her. I couldn’t believe Ronke’s husband had left her. She was so sweet and caring. Intelligent too, perhaps too intelligent? She knew a lot about everything. She had traveled a lot and had plenty of stories to tell.

One evening, Ronke and I were watching a few movies on Netflix. She was wearing tight clothes and I was trying to hide my boner.

“We should take a swim in the pool,” Ronke suggested.

“Sounds like fun,” I said.

I was finally going to see more of her body. I couldn’t wait.

After dinner I eagerly put my swimming shorts on and jumped in the pool. The sun had gone down and the fairy lights were on, so I was not able to see clearly. I was nervous as Ronke came out in a bathrobe with two glasses of wine. She smiled as she handed me one and placed hers on the pool edge. As she removed her robe I was shocked to see how large her breasts were. Since it was dark and there was steam coming off the water, I was able to have a good look without her seeing my eyes. I’d guess her breasts were Double D’s.

Ronke’s breasts were full and firm. They were not only big, but also round. Her heavy tits were contained by a yellow, one-piece, conservative swimsuit, and the weight of her breasts caused the straps to dig into her shoulders. She looked incredible. Her ass protruded out to the sides so it was clearly visible from the front, and when she turned to the side I could see it hanging behind her too. My cock was rock hard. She effortlessly eased herself into the Jacuzzi and exhaled deeply with a warm smile.

That evening we drank a few glasses of wine. The best part of the night was when she would get out of the Jacuzzi to refill our glasses. I’d stare at her massive ass as she walked back inside, her wet swimwear cut under, and therefore completely covered, her big, firm, round ass-cheeks. My cock was hard throughout the evening, but safely out of sight under the water. The conversation soon turned to my love life.

“So did you leave a woman back home?” She asked.

“Not really,” I responded. “I had a girlfriend a while back, her name is Lisa, but it ended as quickly as it started. We just didn’t seem to be a good fit. She’s a nice person, but not really my type.”

“What type is she Yusuf?”

“Well, she’s loud and an extrovert, which isn’t really my type. And she’s skinny. She’s pretty and everything, but I prefer something to hold onto, lol.”

I laughed nervously as I made eye contact with Ronke through the steam. She just smiled.

“Also,” I said nervously. “I found all the girls at university to be quite boring.”

I looked at her, unsure if she’d understood what I was trying to say. Again, she just smiled. I’m not usually forward with women, but the wine had rushed to my head and Ronke looked beautiful in the water.

So I continued, “I’m just not into younger women, I find older women more interesting. You know what I mean? The conversations we have are more interesting than those I had with Lisa. I’d rather spend an evening with someone like you.”

Ronke looked a little surprised and her smile disappeared. There was an awkward silence, and the silence lingered.

“Maybe I’m just an old man,” I said with a grin. “I’m 25 and I’m already complaining about the younger generation.”

She laughed, much to my relief. But my face had gone red again.

“You’ll find someone who suits you Yusuf,” she said sympathetically as she rubbed the top of my arm.

“What about you,” I replied. “Do you have a partner or anyone special?”

“No, not after what happened with Femi. When he left I needed some time to myself, but I seem to have turned into a hermit.”

Ronke explained to me how she rarely went out socializing, but she was going out on Saturday evening, with a friend for a few drinks.

“Good for you!” I said.

As I sat there with my throbbing cock, all I could think about was fucking her, however, I couldn’t bring myself to make a move and the evening came to a close. At 10pm, Ronke said it was time for her to go to bed, and before I could do anything she was out of the pool and gone. I went to bed too. That yellow swimsuit, Ronke’s fat ass and her massive hanging tits was all I could think about. I was so horny that I masturbated three times in my room before falling asleep.

I woke up the next morning on Thursday, worried about what I’d said in the Jacuzzi. I’d made it clear to Ronke that I was attracted to her, but I was unsure of her response. The night before she’d seemed neutral at best. However, over the next day or so it became clear that she wasn’t upset, if anything, she was more friendly, even a little flirtatious.

For example, when she needed help opening a PDF on her computer that day, she sat so close to me that her right breast rested on my left arm. I showed her how to open the document.

“Just right-click here. Hover over ‘open with’, and then click on this.” I explained.

“Thanks, that’s easier than I thought. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” She giggled as she put her hand on my thigh and gave me a quick kiss on my cheek. My face flushed red again.

Or when we cooked dinner together the evening after that. I was looking for some turmeric in the cupboard, but was unable to find it.

“You sure you have some?” I queried.

“Just here hun.” She said as she quickly appeared next to me. Her hand rested on my lower back and her two massive breasts pressed into my hip. She grabbed the turmeric and waved it right in front of my eyes, smiling at me.

“Oh, I’ll look with my eyes next time and not with my mouth.” I said as I rolled my eyes.

Ronke laughed and gave me a quick hug, pushing her big round tits into my stomach.

“You’re so funny Yusuf,” she said playfully.

These interactions got my dick hard every time. I had to constantly tuck my boner inside my boxers to hide it.

Saturday evening rolled around and I was in the lounge on the internet, catching up with friends from home. Over the past few days my feelings for Ronke had intensified. I was attracted to her physically from the day I met her, but I was becoming attracted to her personality as well. We clicked as a couple, we made each other laugh, despite me being 25 and her twice my age. I heard her come down the stairs at about 7pm and she was dressed to impress. She looked amazing. I felt a jolt of jealousy when I remembered she was going out with her girlfriend for some drinks.

“Time to party!” She exclaimed.

“Wow,” I said. “You look amazing.”

She was wearing red high heels. It was the first time I’d seen her in heels. They suited her frame, altering her posture in the best way possible. The size of her ass increased, which made her breasts stick out too. She had a white dress on. It ended halfway down her thick thighs, hugging her bulging ass. Meanwhile, her huge breasts evened out the imbalance. She was only showing a hint of cleavage, but it was obvious her breasts plunged deep below her neckline. I couldn’t help my cock from turning rock-hard.

Ronke sat down next to me and explained that she felt nervous about going out. I wasn’t sure why. I told her that she looked amazing and that she better be ready for all the men who were about to hit on her.

“Hey hot stuff, can I get your phone number,” I jokingly asked in a drunken voice.

She giggled as she threw her arms around my shoulders. When she hugged me her head rested briefly on my chest. I put my arm around her and my hand rested on her round firm hip. I felt her tits smother my hard cock, but I wasn’t sure if she could feel it. We held each other for only a second, enough time for me to enjoy the smell of her perfume. When she pulled away she grabbed my hands and looked into my eyes.

“If anyone hits on me, I hope they’re as sweet as you,” she giggled as she kissed me on my cheek, then quickly got up.

When she walked to the door her ass bounced like I’d never seen it bounce before. I simply stared at it with my mouth open. She turned and caught me staring, and then giggled again. “Don’t wait up for me.”

I wished I was walking out the door with her, I thought to myself as the door slammed shut. About an hour later, after I’d finished catching up with friends on the computer, I decided to jump in the Jacuzzi before bed. Since Ronke wasn’t there I didn’t bother with swimming shorts. I went upstairs and came down with a towel around my waist, naked underneath. After being in the water for about 10 minutes, a car pulled up and she got out.

I was so happy to see her! I stared at her tits and ass – they were swaying all over the place as she walked through the gate. She came upstairs and out to balcony. I asked her why she was home so early.

“Well, I was out with my friend, but she had to go home. I think her husband said something about an emergency.”

“Oh,” I said. “That’s a shame. And you didn’t want to stay out alone?”

“No,” she replied. “It was nice to see Lola and we had a whiskey, but I’m actually happy to be home. I think I’m too old for nightlife.”

“Maybe another time,” I suggested. “You’re welcome to join my pool party if you wish!?”

She giggled and smiled. “That’s an offer I can’t refuse, I’ll just go get changed.”

Ronke came back in her bathrobe and instead of wine, she was holding two glasses of whiskey. She handed me a glass.

“Whiskey?” I asked.

“Well, I had one with Lola and I don’t think I can stomach wine now.”

“It’s nice for a change,” I said as I took a sip.

“Yes, nice for a change. But I must warn you Yusuf, I get a bit silly on whiskey,” she giggled.

“Sometimes it’s fun to be silly,” I responded.

“Sure is,” she said as she winked at me.

She took her robe off and I was stunned. Last time Ronke had worn a yellow swimsuit, but this one was black. It was still a one-piece, but it was much tighter and more revealing, perhaps a size too small. My eyes widened and despite the dim light, she probably saw the expression on my face. The black swimsuit had a high-cut above her waist, leaving her fat ass and wide hips exposed. Her nipples were not visible in the yellow swimsuit because there was padding over the breasts, but this one was different, it was made of thinner material.

I could see a faint outline of her areolas, which appeared reasonably big, but more than that, I could clearly see her nipples straining on the fabric. They looked big. Her breasts looked as though they were about to spill out. She slowly eased into the pool.

“I have a confession to make,” I said nervously. “I’m naked. I thought you’d be out all night so I didn’t bother putting shorts on.”

She laughed and threw her head back as she sat down. She struggled to stop laughing and said. “Don’t worry, I do the same when it’s only me.”

I felt relieved, slightly embarrassed, and of course very horny.

“I actually like the idea of a young naked guy in my pool, you should do this more often,” she joked. We both laughed. I was hoping she’d say. “I’ll take mine off too,” but she didn’t.

So there I was, naked with a throbbing boner as she sat next to me in her tight revealing swimsuit, but her body was under water and I couldn’t see a thing. After a while Ronke had to refill our glasses. She got out of the Jacuzzi slowly. I was sure the skimpy swimsuit was going to snap under the pressure of her fleshy curves, but much to my disappointment it stayed intact. She stepped down onto the balcony and quickly turned to me. I was sitting there with my mouth open, eyes fixated on her ass. She giggled, and only then did I snap out of my zombified stare.

“I’m sorry,” I stammered.

She giggled again.

“Why?” She whispered in my ear as she leaned over the side of the Jacuzzi to grab my empty glass. “Do you like my new swimsuit, I just got it this morning.” Her massive tits dangled only a few inches from my face. I wasn’t sure what to think. Maybe she was wearing that swimsuit for me? Was she trying to seduce me?

“Um, yes, I do,” I stammered. “I like it a lot.”

She giggled again as she walked back inside with the glasses.

When she returned to the Jacuzzi with the drinks, I could see her nipples had grown substantially and were pushing firmly against the thin fabric. Her wet swimsuit was basically see-through, to the point where I could clearly see her big areolas. Like before, she was moving slowly and as she stepped back into the Jacuzzi, with one foot in the water, she paused to hand me my drink. When I grabbed the glass I could see her pussy lips – the fairy lights made it glisten. Her bald pussy was clearly visible. She parted her thick thighs just enough to give me a clear view. It was all in slow motion.

Ronke sat down and let out a sigh. She mentioned that her feet were sore. “I’m not used to heels,” she explained. “The things we women do to look good!”

I was nervous, but the alcohol had relaxed me, so I suggested, “I can give them a massage if you’d like?”

“Yes please”, she replied with a smile. “I thought you’d never ask.”

She swung her legs onto my legs and I shuffled closer to her so her fat ass was pressed up against my thigh. Her thick shapely legs were very close to my pulsating cock. I picked up her right foot and began rubbing it. Her foot was small and the fitted easily into my hands. I tried my best to massage her as sensually as possible. She was quietly moaning as I did so. I rubbed the back of her large, well-defined calf, up to her knee. Her leg was perfectly smooth.

She smiled as she moaned. I placed her right foot back on my legs, right next to my cock. Obviously, by this stage my cock was throbbing more than ever. I lifted Ronke’s left foot and pulled it closer, and as I did this her right knee rested against my cock. She moaned again. This time louder. As I gave her left foot a massage, her right leg remained pressed firmly against my erect prick. I was sure she could feel it and she glanced down there regularly. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

I kept massaging her left leg down to the sole of her foot. She was gently rubbing her right leg up against my cock, just enough for me to feel it. After a few minutes on her left foot, I picked up her right foot as well. I massaged both feet at the same time. We were both breathing heavily by that stage. When I was finished I placed her feet back on my thighs and let my fingers run up and down her legs.

We just sat there looking at each other. I wanted to kiss her, but I was nervous. As I stroked her leg, she stroked my arm and said, “You’re so sweet Yusuf, I’m so glad you moved in.”

“Me too,” I replied.

“Have you always been that good with your hands? I love massages.”

“Yeah, I enjoy giving massages,” I said.

“What about my back then, would you do that too?”

“Sure,” I was happy. “In here?”

“Maybe a bed would be better. Let’s have a quick shower first,” she suggested as she gave me that smile. My heart was pounding.

“Sounds good,” I replied. But I then realized she was in a swimsuit and I was naked. Ronke was out of the Jacuzzi and up the stairs before I’d finished the last of my drink. I got out and put the towel around my waist. I was not sure if she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

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