The London Landlady BC (Before Claire). Part 2.

We've all done it haven't we, I mean everyone has impure thoughts about someone don't they, that constant wondering what someone looks like naked and what they would be like to sleep with. For me, it could be the cashier at the local off license, the friendly work colleague, a distant cousin or aunt maybe.

It's easy now with a good imagination and the internet, you can find any girl you like with similarities to that one special person in real life who you fantasise about.

It wasn't that easy back when I was younger though, living in a bed sit in London, and hardly knowing anyone out of my working environment, well apart from my landlady of course. Miss Stacey Ward.

As the week's and months went by l felt myself getting quite infatuated by her. We spent most evenings together, watching TV and playing the odd board game or maybe cards if Miss Ward didn't fancy a film. I would help around the house and garden at weekends when asked, and Miss Ward would more often than not cook me a lovely meal on a Friday night, always with the expectancy that she would get to watch me bring myself off in front of her at some point during the course of the evening.

I would always be popping into the local off licence or newsagents on my way home. More often than not, I would find myself looking at the adult magazines on the top shelf, and also, who was working behind the counter. It was never as if you could flick through them to find the one you wanted, it was just a matter of looking at the covers and which ones you found yourself drawn to.

There were many newsagents in my local area of Acton and taking a different walk home one evening l came across another place on a quiet corner of a side street.

Well l couldn't believe the choices of adult magazines including one with local contacts details, and another called Forum magazine, which was just everyday people writing about their own adult experiences and scenarios, very much like what we are now doing on here with Swinging Heaven.

A particular magazine cover instantly got my attention, the girl on the cover was almost the spitting image of Miss Stacey Ward.

I will refer back to that magazine later, but I would also like to recall one particular Friday evening when after sharing a nice meal together, watching TV soaps and then a late night film, a horror movie entitled The Wicker Man, starring Edward Woodward and Brit Ekland. It had been a warm day from memory, and Stacey had cooked from scratch a rather warming curry. I remember her wearing a white summer dress with small red poppies dotted all over it. As for myself, I had slipped down to just my boxer shorts at Stacey's request.

Miss Stacey Ward was sipping at her wine on the sofa next to me, my beer bottle on the coaster resting on the coffee table in front of us.

I had never seen or heard of the film before but was keen to go with it, after all l was just happy to be sitting in Miss Ward's company. Anyone who has ever seen the film will be aware of the scene when Brit Ekland dances naked in her bedroom, banging on the wall where Edward Woodward rests in the next room to the soundtrack of Willow's song.

Well l must admit, it wasn't something that I was expecting as I sat watching the movie, and within an instant Brit Ekland's naked dancing had got me instantly hard. l was only 19 and a nine and half stone virgin beanpole at that time.

I remember moving uncomfortably, in an attempt to adjust myself without drawing the attentions of Miss Ward. It was hardly to any avail, it was pretty obvious to both of us that I was hiding a full on erection much to Stacey's amusement.

Again, she sipped her wine and looked at the TV before remarking.

Why don't you take it out for me.... Before turning to look at me and then down at the bulge in my shorts.

I slipped my hand inside my shorts again attempting to get myself more comfortable, as I watched the seductive dance as it continued on the TV.

Stacey calmly spoke again.

Show me it Lewis.

I knew what was expected of me, it was Friday night and Stacey had gone through her routine of cooking us a nice meal and making herself look pretty, l knew that yet again she wanted to watch me masterbate in front of her.

I careful lifted the elastic on the seam of my shorts around my waist and lifted over my erect cock to expose it fully to both of us as it stood fully to attention, it's head looking directly towards me.

Stacey smiled with a little gasp, not at it's size, just satisfaction that she had managed with ease to get me to easily expose myself to her again.

Stroke it for me Lewis.

l did as l was told, and frantically too, the words to the song, the dance, the situation l found myself in, I think that l must have lasted for no longer than fifteen or so seconds before I was pumping my hot jizzy cum all over myself. I felt my stringy load landing all over my shoulder, chest and stomach, and all the time the thrill of being watched Stacey.

Well that was quick wasn't it.

She remarked, but I don't think she was too disappointed, in fact I'm pretty sure that she enjoyed the show more than the film.

Right, back to that magazine. Well let's just say that it quickly became my firm favourite. The girl on the cover was the centre spread of the magazine, nothing vulgar, just a nice selection of about fourteen photos of the model undressing and getting wet in the shower, several of the photos did bare a good resemblance to Miss Ward too, especially when both wore there hair up.

May day weekend, and it was gorgeous weather. Stacey was pottering around her garden having brought some bedding plants from her recent trip to the local garden centre. As for myself I was just relaxing in my room when I got a shout from Stacey.

She asked if I could possibly give her a hand, she was struggling to get a pot bound conifer moved to another area of her garden.

I was keen to help, especially as Stacey was only in flipflops, tiny cut off light jean shorts, and a loose open neck white t shirt. Needless to say that I was getting a great eyeful down her top every time she leaned forward towards me to loosen and unroot the conifer as I held onto the pot. I would glance at her teal coloured bikini bra and her pert boobs as she kept leaning forward, and bending down towards me.

Eventually we got the conifer out, to which Stacey was very grateful. She went to the kitchen and brought out some cold drinks and continued to do her potting before almost tripping over a slightly uneven slab.

I wasn't doing much, and was already dirty, I asked if she wanted me to straighten it and level it up, as it was a bit of a hazard.

Stacey replied.

l would really appreciate it if you could Lewis.

Well to be totally honest, it didn't take me long, I'd helped out at home last summer when my Dad decided to relay the family home patio, so it wasn't too much of a problem for me to sort a couple of slabs.

Once done, and Stacey happy with the outcome l asked if I could take a bath instead of my usual shower. I just felt the need to soak and relax a little, it must have been getting late in the afternoon as the sun had now moved off the patio area of Stacey's garden.

I got myself undressed as I ran the water and added some bath salts which were on the sill of the bath, I also got my new magazine and opened up to my new favourite model and carefully placed it open out and standing up resting between the bath taps and leaning against the wall tiles.

I rested, soaked and washed, looking at the image and of course thinking about Miss Ward's small cleavage from when I looked at her earlier in the garden.

Well obviously, it wasn't long until I was stroking myself to hardness with thought's in my head about Miss Ward. l would occasionally stop and add more hot water and it must have been at one such occasion in doing this that the phone landline rang. I never heard Stacey come upstairs, walk across the landing, knock on the bathroom door before opening it, only for her again to witness me fully hard with the magazine open and on full display.

Ooops...oh....em... sorry..... it's your Dad on the phone, I think he just wanted a chat, I'll tell him you'll call him back.

Stacey excused herself and went back to the phone.

For fucks sake I thought to myself, I couldn't believe that she had caught me at it again.

Surprisingly, Miss Ward quickly returned, now very much more composed, yet still in her gardening attire. She looked at me, and then the magazine, before reaching for it and flicking between the pages. She wasn't stupid.

Tell me Lewis, is this how you see me.

I stuttered.

No, no, of course not, I just randomly picked up a magazine from my room and just dropped it open on that page.

I bet.

Replied Stacey.... again looking at the resemblance of the girl in the magazine.

Well you do know that I'm not going anywhere now until you do what you were planning to do.

I answered.

I'm done, I was just about to jump out of the bath and freshen up.

l don't think so Lewis, you were fully hard when I burst in to tell you that you had a phone call, I bet you were thinking that it was for me and that I'd be on the phone for an hour, well you got caught out and now you have to face the consequences.

Stacey proceeded to sit herself down on the toilet seat and l was instructed to carry on playing with myself in front of her.

She watched as l made my young English cock grow in front of her, I would look at her occasionally, and then my cock, sometimes closing my eyes and imagining her and the girl in the magazine.

Stacey spoke.

Hold fire, I'll be back in two shakes.

Nice wordplay l thought to myself. Stacey walked out of the bathroom with the magazine. She could have left it with me l remembered thinking to myself.

She returned a couple of minutes later, a glass of rosé in hand, crossed her legs and sat back down on the toilet seat, before instructing me to continue, she watched as she flicked through the pages trying to find the familiar girl in the magazine.

Splish, splash, the sound of my balls moving up and down in the soapy water as I yanked my cock in front of Miss Ward.

She watched intently, did l just imagine that slight lip bite, or was my landlady just sipping her wine. Ethier way, she was definitely enjoying the show. I remember her suddenly getting up from sitting on the toilet and moving closer to the side of the bathtub, magazine in hand, as she placed her wine glass in the corner on the white porcelain of the tub, her hand suddenly reaching out. Was this the moment l had yearned for, a woman's hand for the first time on my cock. She smiled and moved for the hot tap, l watched as she seemed to play with it's spout rather suggestively, before adding more warm water into the tub, and remarking.

I don't want him getting cold Lewis, not when he's this excited. Again she was looking down, directly at my cock as l wanked myself towards climax. Miss Ward giggled.

Are you close Lewis, it looks like you're close.

l just nodded.

She continued.....

Go on, faster, faster, show me.

I continued to tug myself faster, with more uncontrollable splashing of water as I lost myself in the moment, I moaned.

Oh God...... yes, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum.

I closed my eyes and stroked myself harder, pretty much oblivious to anything going on around me, l felt my whole body jolt and felt that first load erupt out of me with some force, quickly followed by more jizz loads as I wanked uncontrollably. I opened my eyes to see Miss Ward smiling and seemingly admiring the mess I'd made, she had leaned across the bathtub with the open magazine and watched as my cum had blasted all over the spread of the girl who looked remarkably like herself in the magazine. She took great pleasure in turning the open page towards me to show me the mess I'd made, before closing it. I put my hand through my hair, and lifted myself up slightly in the tub, trying to recover from my orgasm. I watched as Miss Ward got herself up from the floor, picked up her glass and walked out of the bathroom. I never saw that magazine again.

I diverse, perhaps l should have written these memories over more chapters.

So, onto the the Polaroid photograph. It was a Saturday evening. Miss Ward had cleaned her house and prepared her food for the evening in advance. It was Miss Ward's turn to cook and entertain her female work colleague, something that they took turns to do every fortnight.

I didn't have to go out, or stay in my room as such. However I wasn't allowed to get involved or make an appearance in any way, Miss Ward's social life was her private time.

I remember making my way into the kitchen to make myself a drink at some point during the evening, I had no intention to eavesdrop, but I did find myself over heaing part of the conversation between the friends.

It was something about Miss Ward's friend suggesting that they should have a week away. She went on about the fun they had last summer in Crete, she was going on about the extra money from my board fees would pay a good way towards another holiday. I think Miss Ward was going on about spending money on her garden, but her friend kept going on about the fun they had last time. I think that they were getting a little tipsy, l heard lots of laughter and giggling. Then the conversation turned to happy memories from the holiday.

I listened, something about that young waiter.

He definitely had the hot's for you Stacey, he was always bringing drinks over to you when we were sunbathing, do you remember, he definitely fancied the pants off you, especially when you finally plucked up the courage to go topless on the last couple of days of the holiday.

Miss Ward laughed, yes I remember, I have hard evidence of course.... her friend laughed... I think that young waiter definitely had hard evidence.....to much laughter again.

Wait there, let me get the photo album out, I'll get us some more wine and we'll go and sit on the patio. I heard Miss Ward begin to make her way to the kitchen, and therefore quickly decided to retreat back upstairs to my room.

It was later that evening l heard the girls saying good-byes and the front door being slammed shut, within a couple of minutes another noise, I think it must have been Miss Ward tripping up the stairs as she made her way to bed. She must have been drunk, as she would usually tidy up and get the washing up cleaned and put away before going to bed. I guess that they must have had a good evening.

Of course, my mind was racing in bed, thinking about that conversation between the girls regarding their holiday in Crete. I lay in bed thinking to myself that I must find that photo album, and tomorrow morning was going to be a good opportunity to do so.

I got up early, about 6.45am. l slipped on my dressing gown, brushed my teeth and made my way quietly downstairs to make myself a drink. I went for an orange juice, the kettle could be noisy. I had a quick look around the living room but couldn't see the album on the coffee table or sideboard. I opened the curtains to let some light in from the french doors leading out onto the small patio. The album was on the wrought iron table, I opened the door and picked it up before returning to the living room. I couldn't believe that Miss Ward had left the patio door unlocked all night.

I sat down on the sofa and flicked through the album, knowing exactly what I was looking for and hoping to see. I think that l flicked through dozens of scenery images and food and drink pictures. Some more of the hotel and room, then the outdoor pool. I was about to give it up as I came to the last few pages, but then a picture of both girls with the young waiter between them, all with their arms around each other. Then another of just the girls, some rocks behind them as a backdrop. Miss Ward had an incredible tan which seemed to be highlighted more by the yellow bikini she was wearing. Again another few sight seeing images, I presume from some day trip they must have taken. I flicked the page over and gasped. Miss Ward topless on the sun lounger by the pool, yellow bikini bottoms, a sunhat and glasses holding a drink, l felt my cock harden immediately as I viewed Miss Ward's body, another image next to it, again topless with hat and sunglasses, but now sitting up and forward on the lounger, a lot closer than the other. A nice smile and her small pert tanned tits fully exposed.

A noise, it was Miss Ward making her way downstairs, l quickly placed the album on the coffee table, as I didn't have the time to place it back outside, I made myself into the kitchen and put on the kettle, in an attempt to appear innocent.

Morning, fancy a coffee.

Miss Ward replied.

Yes please, that would be great.

She sat herself down on the sofa and pushed her long hair back with her hand as l passed her the coffee I'd made.

I hesitantly asked if she had enjoyed her evening, just attempting to make nervous conversation.

Miss Ward assured me she had, although she couldn't remember too much about it at the moment.

She sipped her coffee before looking for a coaster, she looked a little confused as she moved the photo album to the side to expose the coaster, but didn't say a word, as she looked towards the french doors and garden.

I have absolutely no idea why I said what I said next. I mentioned that she must have had a few as l noticed that she hadn't locked up properly before going to bed, something she was very conscientious about normally.

Miss Ward paused before speaking, now scratching her head.

I think we were outside on the patio drinking, I remember it must have been around half eleven and we decided to call it a night. I think that l picked up the empty glasses and bottle of wine, returned to the kitchen and said goodbye to my friend. My intention begin to go back to the patio and bring in the photo album and lock up. Wait, I don't understand, if I didn't lock up, I didn't bring in the photo album, I must have seen my friend out and gone straight upstairs to bed. So how did the album get back here on the coffee table?

Of course, I'll never know Miss Ward's mindset at that time, my initial thoughts were that she must have been mortified and vulnerable, but I was so wrong.

It must have been just after midday, it was so warm outside, I had looked out of my window a few times and glimpsed down towards the garden as Miss Ward pottered about with some more gardening, a loose white shirt and tight denim cut off jeans, her usual attire.

I must have dozed off for a while, I was awoken by a knock on my bedroom door, followed by Miss Ward's voice.

Hey Lewis, it's gorgeous outside, I've got a beer ready for you, why don't you come and join me in on the patio.

Miss Ward was right, it did look gorgeous outside. I decided to freshen up put on my shorts and make my way downstairs and onto the patio, I thought to myself that I was going to have to face the music at some point.

As I made my way across the living room l could see the french doors were open, a little breeze was blowing lifting the left curtain, which was slightly drawn which only allowed me to view half of the patio, l noticed an empty garden chair, with a open beer bottle in the middle of the table. I walked through the door and onto the small patio. Miss Ward had been hidden from view by the curtain. She lay on her back on a lounger, a glass of wine in hand and sunglasses. Oh and the smallest two piece pink bikini.

She smiled and encouraged me to sit with her, as I picked up my beer.

I remember saying.

Cheers, l wasn't expecting you to be drinking today.

Stacey replied.

Hair of the dog and all that, cheers.

I sipped at my beer, trying to distract myself from Miss Wards body. It was the first time that I'd been this close to an almost naked woman and Miss Ward knew it. We made little conversation, a bit of work chat and music l remember. I watched as Miss Ward got up from the lounger to get a top up.

Can I get you another Lewis?

Pointing at my almost empty beer.

Please, yes, that would be great.

I watched Miss Ward as she walked around the table, the pink bikini bottoms pushing slightly into her allowing me to visualise her pussy slit and small mound on her presumably dark pussy hair, my eyes followed as she walked into the house, she adjusted her bikini at the back which had moved to expose her olive skinned bare ass cheek.

She returned back a couple of minutes later with fresh drinks and sat herself down on the lounger, she took a sip of her wine, and let herself lay back, her head on a sofa cushion, sitting slightly behind her and above I got the perfect view of her pert tits, by no means big, but she only had a small frame, so they looked just about right. It was hot, I could see the little drips of sweat trickling down the side of her body from underneath her right breast as the bikini material seemed a little tight to her skin. Miss Ward suddenly spoke.

I couldn't find the yellow one.

Well I kid you not, I almost choked on my beer, the proverbial rabbit caught in the headlights. Miss Ward had rumbled me.

I knew you had looked, you couldn't help yourself could you. Well did you like what you saw, have you been tossing yourself off all morning in your room.

I replied sheepishly.

I'm sorry Miss Ward, I just noticed that the album had been left outside all night, so I thought I'd bring it in. Unfortunately as I was trying to shut the patio l dropped it and it just fell open on that page, l quickly closed it and placed it on the coffee table, that's when I heard you come down.

You are such a liar Lewis, l heard you get up. You must have been down here a good forty minutes, l bet you had a great long look at my photos didn't you. Miss Ward was now sitting up looking directly at me under her sunglasses. Sometimes you don't realise how vulnerable you are when you can't see someone's eyes, but they can see yours, and even more so when you are in the wrong.

By now it had definitely began to get a bit cooler, the sun had moved across the patio and there was a noticeable difference in temperature.

Miss Ward got up off the lounger,

Come on Lewis, follow me inside, I'll talk you though the album, that's what you want isn't it.

I followed Miss Ward and sat on the sofa next to her as she picked up the album which was still on the coffee table. She quickly flicked through the pages, l don't think she knew exactly where they were in the album, as she seemed to be flicking back and forth between the pages. She suddenly stopped.

Oh, here we are.

Miss Ward found the page that I'd already put into my wank bank, the two images that I mentioned earlier.

Are you getting excited Lewis, she looked down at my shorts and giggled.

Oooh, it looks like you are.

Miss Ward tugged at my shorts from the side as she rested the album on her lap.

Come on Lewis, let me see how hard they are making you.

She pointed to another image, the one with the waiter and her friend. He was only a young guy too, Marco, I think his name was, we used to take it in turns on holiday who could make him hard as he walked around the pool offering drinks. Of course I never got to see his cock, but it was fun seeing him struggling because of the bulge we kept causing him. She tugged my shorts again.

Get them off, let me see him, it's only fair, besides, I'm only here in my little bikini and you have a couple of nice pictures of me here too.

I slowly pulled my sports shorts over my hard cock, which was now standing to full attention in anticipation of what was going to happen next, I was even made to stand up and kick them off from around my feet. I was now standing completely naked and hard in front of my landlady.

You have a lovely young cock Lewis, I bet you can't wait to wank it to these images can you. Well of course I really did need to cum, but was hoping that Miss Ward would take control and assistant, but again unfortunately that wasn't going to be the case. I looked at the images and began to stroke my hardness as Miss Ward watched my cock grow in my hand, I looked at the Polaroid photograph as Miss Ward proceeded to lift the cellophane protection cover and unclip the red corner clips that held the photos in place. She now held them in her hands.

Is that better for you Lewis, now holding the picture of her on the lounger a lot closer to me, letting me see more detail of her pretty little body. I continued to to wank myself, looking at Miss Ward's almost naked body next to me, and the topless photos of herself that she was holding.

Tell me Lewis, surely this is more exciting than taking my album to your room and doing this privately, I think it most definitely is.

I think I kinda nodded in agreement with her, as my eyes moved between looking at my cock, the photo's and Miss Ward.

She watched transfixed as l got myself harder, and closer to blowing my load, but what happened next was quite unexpected. Miss Ward, still holding both photos, pushed the corner edge of the one image and gently run it's sharpish corner up my shaft, and then back down, I pulled my hand away and watched as my cock reacted to the sensation, again hopefully that Miss Ward might just take things into her own hands, quite literally. Again she giggled, before I found myself having no choice but to continue to stroke myself again. I throw my head back, I knew I was getting closer, and Miss Ward knew too. I let out a couple of moans, groans and grunts, I knew I was about to let go as my whole body seemingly became light, and I began to get that feeling of a shuddering sensation, that feeling you get, just as you are about to release, I moaned as I yanked myself harder and faster.

I'm going to blow, I'm going to blow.

I looked down, I always enjoyed watching myself cum. I felt myself letting go as Miss Ward quickly reacted and placed the photographs a couple of inches away from the head of my cock, almost acting as a protective shield as my jizzy hot cum shot out of me. I kept jerking as Miss Ward giggled, still trying to guide my cum shots onto the photograph, until my orgasm began to slow and subside. Of course Miss Ward didn't catch every drop, I had a good few gobs of cum that had glazed right across her chest.

Miss Ward smiled and looked at the photograph, it was plastered in cum, she put her hand to her mouth as she tried to control her laughter, before showing me the mess I'd made of her.

Still laughing, she smiled.

You better go and clean yourself up Lewis.

She looked down at herself, now suddenly aware that she had my cum over her upper chest.

I still stood naked in front of her as I watched her reach for some tissues and wipe my cum from her tanned body.

She remarked.

You are such a dirty young boy Lewis.