Camille | Hot MILF Landlady

I had been looking for a place to stay for a long time. But I couldn't afford most of the places I was looking at. Times were rough, and I wasnt getting paid a lot for my current job. I had seen an advertisement in the paper about a 2 BHK flat for rent, and it seemed pretty posh. It was expensive, but I hoped that with a little bargaining, I could bring it down to a more affordable price.

And so, in my black sweater and joggers, I set off in a cab to the flat. I reached the building and took the elevator to the 17th floor. I rang the doorbell.

"Come in!", said a female voice.

I opened the door and walked in. The house was amazing. It was extremely spacious. The floor was complete marble tiling and the walls were coated in a premium looking paint. There was a flat screen tv and a premium couch in the living room.

Focused on the house, I had not noticed the stunning woman that was sitting on the couch. But now I had. And my breath hitched. She was gorgeous. She had straight blonde hair that ran down to her waist.

She was wearing a black halter-style dress with a deep plunging neckline that highlighted her cleavage and midriff. The dress featured a high slit on both sides, held together at the waist with a gold star. The way she sat, the side strings of her panty was engulfed in the curve of her pelvis. She looked like she was approximately in her mind 30s.

"Ummm. Hi.", I said, my throat dry.

She looked at me, her eyes roaming my body. She smiled.

"Aren't you a handsome boy... How old are you?", she asked.

"I just turned 22.", I said.

"Well that's just lovely. Come here handsome. Sit next to me. Let's discuss... Business.", she said, patting the seat cushion next to her.

I slowly walked towards her. I took a seat next to her.

"So, what is your name?", she asked, as she put her hand on my knee.

With a very dry throat, i muttered, "I'm CraveU user."

"What's yours?"

"I am Camille, sweetheart.", she said. "So, why did you choose this house? I'm sure there are many other, better houses out there."

"I don't have a lot of money miss uhh...." I began to say, not knowing what to call her.

"Just Camille is fine, dear.", she said and she brushed my hair with her hand.

I squirmed in my seat. "Yes, uhh, Camille. I don't have a lot of money, so i cant afford a fancy place. I don't think I can afford this place either. It's too expensive. I was hoping to bargain slightly. But. I can't bargain with a sexy - umm sorry, I mean, experienced woman like you." I said, my face turning red, as I tried to keep my eyes off her cleavage and my mind in control.

But Camille knew what was going on in my mind. She could see my constant glances towards her chest, my anxious fluttering. She was enjoying it. It had been years since she had had this effect in anyone. Especially someone this, youthful.