[MF] Married 51-Year-Old Airbnb Host Gave Me A Handjob While Watching TV

A year ago I moved to a new city for a job. I tried to find a place to rent before moving, but I couldn’t find a solid place, so I was forced to Airbnb it up for the first month. I found a fairly cheap room with a retired married couple who welcomed long-term visitors. The woman, Lisa, was 51-years-old and worked in “tech” when she was younger. She never said exactly what it was that she did, but whatever it was, she made a lot of money doing it. She and her husband Brian were able to retire in their 40s.

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Lisa was 5’5 and she looked her age. I’m sure you wanted me to say, “She had an incredible body. She looked like Jennifer Aniston!” but no, Lisa carried a few extra pounds. She had wrinkles and while her tits were rather large, they were no longer perky. During my month inside her home, she’d often be inside her “art studio” wearing a large t-shirt. It was clear she never wore a bra. And even though she was 25-years-older than me and was pretty standard-looking, I caught myself looking at her several times. Something about the way her big tits moved underneath her shirt. They looked soft and inviting, even though they sagged a bit.

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I spent a lot of time with her late at night. I’ve always had trouble sleeping, and since there was no TV inside the room I was staying in, I’d go out to the living room and watch television. She also had trouble sleeping, and while some nights she’d paint off the zzz’s, other nights she’d sit by me on the couch. We would talk, watch old episodes of Parks & Rec, snack on popcorn, etc.

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After being there for a little over two weeks, Lisa and I had developed a routine. At around 11 pm, she would join me on the couch, and we’d start our binge watching. Brian would usually fall asleep around 10. It was nice and honestly it kinda felt like she was a second mom or an aunt. It was just comforting being around her, asking her for advice, hearing her stories. There was no sign of sexual tension the first two weeks, unless you count me staring at her tits, but I mean…what dude doesn’t stare at boobs? Especially when they’re just chilling behind a thin piece of fabric. We could be at a funeral for our dead grandmother and some distant cousin could walk in showing a little bit of grieving cleavage and we’d stop everything and be like, “Well, damn.”

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Anyway, as the nights went by, Lisa started sitting closer to me on the couch. She also brought out a blanket, “It’s freezing in here. Are you cold?” she asked one night. I was a bit chilly, so I said, “Yeah,” and she scooted even closer to me so that we could both be under the blanket. She rested her head on my shoulder that night. The same thing happened the next night, and the night after that.

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And then, well…some real shit went down. This particular night, Lisa came out wearing just a t-shirt and panties. SHE NEVER DID THIS! She never walked around without shorts or pants. I pretended not to notice when she sat down next to me, but I mean, how could I not fucking notice? She cuddled up next to me and covered us both in the blanket. I turned on the television and we started watching season four of Parks & Rec.

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Sometime around the third episode, Lisa started moving her leg against mine. And then a few minutes later, she moved her hand under the blanket and rested it just above my knee. I was wearing shorts, so her palm was on the fabric, but her fingers were on my bare skin. She began to play with the hairs on my leg just above my knee. She looked at me and gave me what can only be described as a loving smile. She then moved her hand up to the growing bulge in my shorts.

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I should have said something then. Something like, “Hey…what about your husband?” but I didn’t say anything. She didn’t say anything either. In fact, throughout this entire event, no words were spoken. She squeezed my cock through my shorts and ran the tips of her fingers up and down the outline of it. It was getting harder and harder to focus on the adventures of Leslie Knope. After teasing for a few more minutes, Lisa pulled down my shorts just enough to make my cock pop out. I remember looking over at her as she stared at the impromptu tent in the blanket. She wrapped her warm hand around my cock and started gently stroking it.

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While stroking it, she went back to watching the show. I tried to do the same, but as I mentioned above, I was not following along. Ron was eating bacon, Leslie was trying to save the world, April was annoyed about something, blah, blah, blah.

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Lisa was very nonchalant about the whole thing. It’s almost as if she just needed something to keep her hands occupied.

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After 5-10 minutes of slow stroking, she slipped her hand out briefly to spit on it, and then slipped it back under the blanket. She began slowly rubbing the head of my cock against her palm, which was covered with saliva. It felt so fucking good. Occasionally, she’d surprise me by giving it a full stroke, but then she went right back to rubbing the head against her palm. I started breathing heavy at this point. My head was back, no longer pretending to watch the show.

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She slipped her hand out one more time to coat it with her saliva again and then went right back to her technique. This went on for at least 15-20 minutes before I couldn’t hold back. As she rubbed the head of my throbbing cock against her palm, I started cumming. Most of it smeared between her fingers, but I’m sure some of it hit the blanket directly. I moaned as a I came. She wrapped her cum-covered hand around my cock and stroked out the final drops.

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Not wanting to be selfish, I slid my hand under the blanket and started rubbing her thigh. She allowed this for a few minutes, but when I moved my hand to her panties, she stopped it and just held my hand against her thigh for the rest of the night.

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More happened the following week, but I must stop for now. Why? Mostly because I’m lazy. Actually, that’s the only reason.

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