Stairway to Heaven Pt. 01

Chris was getting excited, at nineteen years old and having finished technical college he was due to start his first job in Plymouth next month. His parents had paid for him to spend a few days down there before he started to find somewhere to live, growing up in North Devon it was too far to commute. After traipsing round loads of dingy bedsits and overpriced flats he stumbled across an ad in the local paper. Ringing the number he was delighted to find it was still available and arranged to go straight round to view it.

The landlord met him at the front door, "I'm Dave. You struck lucky mate, I am down here for the week tidying up after the previous tenant. Did a bunk on us without paying up on his rent arrears."

"Won't be a problem with me, I can assure you," replied Chris, "I start my first job with one of the dockyard engineering companies next month."

"Well thats good to hear. My wife and I run a couple of these properties in the area, bit of an investment for our kids when they grow up. Sarah deals with all the paperwork and that stuff, as I'm away a lot with the Navy."

He led Chris into the house. It was a two storey house, a shared kitchen and living room on the ground floor along with one of the bedrooms and a downstairs loo. Upstairs were two more bedrooms and the communal bathroom. Then stairs led up to an attic room.

"All the rooms have a sink and shower, but you have to share the loos and the bath. The attic room is ours, Sarah uses it if she is here working or down to check on the properties. This is the one that's available." he explained opening the door to a room opposite the stirs up to the attic room.

"Wow!" gasped Chris, "this is much better than I expected. Nicest I have seen so far!"

The room was bigger than his own bedroom at home, with a double bed, desk, chest of drawers and a wardrobe. In the corner was a shower enclosure and small vanity sink. The window at the back of the room looked out over the small courtyard and then onto the cemetery.

"not the nicest view, " laughed Dave, "but it's quiet! There's a copper, Jane, living in the ground floor room, she works shifts so would appreciate some consideration noise wise. The room across the landing is Geoff, he's a phone engineer travelling around the region, so not necessarily in all the time. There's limited parking in the street, or buses down to the Torpoint ferry and dockyard from the end of the road. You each get a key to the front door, only you get the keys to this room. Although we have a master key for when we do a routine check and you're not in. If you want to give a spare to one of the other tenants that's up to you. We do a check every four months, if we can we'll arrange it in advance with you. But occasionally we might do a spot check if we are concerned about anything."

"That's fine. I don't have a car yet, so the bus thing is perfect. Where do I sign?" Chris responded.

Dave handed over a sheaf of papers, "Get those filled in and sent back to us, so we can get the references verified. It will be a months rent in advance, plus a months rent security deposit. We can take all that on the day you move in. We don't use a letting agent, that way we can set a lower rent without paying them fees. The deposit goes into a separate account which you will be a signatory too so we can't run off with it."

So it was that three weeks later Chris was back at the house on a Saturday morning, with his parents ready to unload all his stuff from their car. He knocked on the door and a lady opened it.

"You must be Chris? I'm Sarah," announced a rather attractive looking lady in a skirt suit. "Bring your folks in and we can sign all the boring stuff and let you get settled in."

After signing everything Sarah handed over the keys. "Hope you'll be comfy here, it's not a bad area and the other two tenants are pretty nice. If you need me for anything I'll be up in the attic room, I'm here for the weekend and a couple of days next week with work and sorting some issues at our other places."

"If you dont mind me asking what do you do, besides being a landlady that is?"

"Oh I'm regional manager for a supermarket chain, covering Devon. Dave and and I have our home up on the North Coast, near the beaches. So I use this as a bit of a pied a terre when I am visiting the shops in the South of the county."

Chris couldn't help staring at Sarah's legs as she went up the stairs to the attic room. Her tight skirt showing off her bum and legs, the latter he was sure he could see suspender straps outlined against the tight skirt. He wasn't sure but he guessed she was in her thirties, definitely a good few years younger than her husband.

After unpacking the car and going into the city for lunch with his parents and picking up some food shopping, they dropped him back at the house and headed off home. He collapsed onto the bed and spread out.

"My own place!" he laughed to himself. "No-one checking what time I get in. Just need to learn to cook I guess."

He dropped off at that point and dozed for an hour or so. Only waking up to the sound of female voices downstairs in the kitchen. Grabbing his mug off the desk he headed down to make himself a cuppa. Wandering into the kitchen he announced himself.

"Hi, you must be Jane?" he said looking at a lady in her twenties or so wearing a police uniform. "I'm Chris." he finished as he wandered over to shake her hand.

"Yes, the uniform is a bit of a giveaway I guess!" she laughed, "nice to meet you. But must be going my shift starts in an hour and I need to get there."

With that she wandered back to her room and then off out the front door.

"She's a good tenant. so please don't upset her!" said Sarah. "If you are in during the day please keep the noise levels sensible, as she will be sleeping until lunchtime when she is on nights like this week."

"Oh no worries there, I'll be lazing in bed tomorrow seeing as I don't have to get up to keep the parents happy! So she should get an undisturbed sleep. I'll be out most days, but I'll try to keep it down at weekends if I know Jane is on nights."

"Well make yourself at home, I need to go and get ready. Night out with a couple of the girls from one of the shops this evening."

Chris settled into one of the armchairs in the living room after switching on the TV and lost himself in an old film. An hour or so later he heard Sarah coming back down the stairs, her heels clipping on the wooden stairs down from the attic room. She poked her head into the living room as she passed.

"Please don't accidentally put the catch up on the door, I might be a bit late back." she said. "Mind if I sit here a bit, Ann is picking me up in a taxi shortly?"

"No that's fine.." he stammered. "You look amazing by the way. You'll be getting drinks bought for you all night!"

Chris was trying not to stare as he took in the sight before him. Gone was the smart suit and Sarah was now wearing a very sexy looking satin wrapover dress, the bottom half of which fell open over her legs as she sat down to reveal her stocking tops.

"Oh I will have to be careful with that," she giggles as she pulled her dress back over her legs. "Can't go flashing my stockings tonight with all those drunken sailors about, what will people think!"

Just then there was a knock on the door and Sarah asked him to get it whilst she nipped to the loo quickly. He opened it to find a lady about the same age as Sarah in a white blouse that was almost see through, with a lacy red bra beneath.

"Oh you must be the new tenant! I'm Ann." she giggled, "Sarah not ready yet? Watch out for her she can be a bit of a maneater when she's had a few!"

Before Chris could answer Sarah appeared from behind him, gave him a peck on the cheek and disappeared out the door.

In the early hours of the morning, Chris woke up on the sofa where he had dozed off. He could hear someone fumbling at the door obviously trying to unlock it, along with lots of girly giggles. He staggered to his feet half asleep and opened the door for whoever was there. As he undid the latch, the door fell open, with Sarah and Ann stumbling through and collapsing in a pile on the floor. There was also a rather drunk looking bloke sitting on the doorstep. The two ladies staggered to their feet, flashing stockings and legs as they did so. Sarah flung her arms round Chris neck, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"Thanks gorgeous," she giggled, "I couldn't find the hole!"

"You never had any trouble finding your hole before you slapper!" giggled Ann. "Didn't wake you did we?"

Chris laughed, "No you saved me from a stiff neck actually, I dozed off on the sofa."

The guy on the doorstep got to his feet and put his arm round Ann's waist, "Where's the party then?" he slurred.

"This way," laughed Sarah as she led the little group through to the living room, dragging Chris with her. "Want to join the party?" she asked as she wobbled through. "I'm celebrating cause that boring fart of a husband is away at sea for three months and I can have some fun!"

Chris and the guy from the doorstep slumped into armchairs as Sarah went through to the kitchen, returning with a bottle of Jagermeister and several shot glasses. Ann meanwhile had found a music channel on the tv and turned it up.

"Let me pour those," laughed Chris as he took the drink and glasses form Sarah, "you're spilling more than is going in the glasses!" Sarah just giggled.

No sooner had they all downed a couple of shots than the ladies were dancing around the room, all decorum thrown to the wind. Then Jane leaned down in front of Chris, holding herself up on the arms of the chair.

"Not a word of this to my bloody husband alright!" she said sternly.

"What husband?" laughed Chris.

"That's the right answer!" she replied, "the other tenants know about my nights out when he's away, so don't need to keep it from them."

"Lets see those legs again Ann!" came a drunken shout from the other corner of the room.

Ann responded by spinning around tot he music and slowly hitching her skirt higher and higher up her legs. First her stocking tops came into view, then the straps of her suspender belt, finally her bare pussy and bum.

"Kinky cow!" giggled Sarah, "when did you take your knickers off?"

"Never put any on did I!" laughed Ann. "Now come here Alan and give us a dance!"

It was at this point that Sarah started to dance in front of Chris, letting her dress flare open to reveal her stocking clad legs. Chris was transfixed, this was definitely not how he had expected his first Saturday night in his digs to turn out! Alan had started to undo Ann's blouse, slowly sliding it down her arms to reveal two pert breasts encased in a lacy red bra. Sarah slowly undid the belt on her dress, letting it fall open as she danced, hypnotising Chris with her movement. Ann's skirt was now slipping down her legs as Alan moved in behind her to pull her bum into his groin, whilst he fondled her breasts through the bra. Sarah leaned forward and pulled Chris out of his armchair, as her dress fell away down her arms. She stood there in just tiny panties, suspender belt and stockings, her breasts swinging as she danced in front of him. She pulled Chris in close planting a deep kiss on his lips. there tongues soon fighting for superiority as his hands ran up and down her body.

"Let's leave these two to have some fun," she said, "come on upstairs with me. Have fun you guys, feel free to come and join us after he's shagged you Ann!"

With that Chris followed the heavenly sight of Sarah's panty clad posterior up the stairs to her attic room.

No sooner than they were through the door, Sarah was pulling Chris t-shirt over his head and dipping down to bite his nipples as her hands fumbled with the belt on his jeans. She dropped to her knees and pulled his jeans and shorts down round his ankles.

"Ooh yummy!" she giggled, "I'm going to enjoy playing with this!" She soon had her lips locked around his erect cock, her tongue lapping at the underside.

Now Chris wasn't a virgin by any means, but Sarah was on another level of sexiness compared to the girls his own age back home he had screwed.

"Oh fuck that's good!" he groaned, "You keep that up and I am going to come any minute!"

"That's what I want!" she laughed, "then you'll last longer when I fuck you!"

Just then she pushed forwards with her head, holding his buttocks firmly, forcing her mouth further and further down his cock. He groaned loudly as her lips and nose touched up against his pubes, never having been deep throated before.

"Oh fuck!" he cried, as Sarah pulled back letting him spray his come all over her face and breasts.

"Bloody hell!" she moaned, "when did you last get a shag! I've never seen so much come!"

"Oh goody!" called Ann from the doorway to the room. "Bloody Alan has passed out down there! Can I help you deal with all that spunk Sarah?"

Chris collapsed back onto the bed, his brain struggling to take in everything that was happening. His first night in his new digs and he had two older women in their lingerie fighting over his come.

"I've died and gone to heaven!" he gasped.

"No chance," giggled Sarah, "we're too naughty for this to be heaven. Go on Ann lap it up and feed me some of it!" As she spoke she guided Ann's head down onto her come covered breasts, moaning as her friend lapped up the viscous fluids before pulling Sarah into a deep kiss, feeding her some of the come.

Ann led Sarah over to the bed and laid her back next to Chris, then leaned over to continue cleaning her friends breasts and face. Chris moved down onto the floor and pulled Sarah's legs over his shoulders as he buried his mouth into her pussy. What he lacked in technique he made up for with enthusiasm, his tongue darting back and forth over her clit as his fingers probed the wet hole.

"God you taste delicious!" he groaned.

"Stop talking and keep licking!" gasped Sarah, "I want the two of you to make me come!"

Ann stopped licking and moved away from the bed to the wardrobe and lifted a box down off the top. Reaching in she pulled out a riding crop, some handcuffs and two metal contraptions.

"Come on Chris give me a hand and get her further up the bed." instructed Ann.

The two of them manoeuvred a struggling Sarah up the bed, so Ann could cuff her wrists to the bedposts.

"Not fair!" screamed Sarah, "it's your turn to be the one cuffed!"

"Life's not fair," giggled Ann, "your new tenant needs to see what a kinky mare you really are when hubby is away!"

Then she reached back into the box and pulled a set of velcro straps which used to secure Sarah's ankles to the end of the bed. She leaned over and attached what Chris could now see were clamps to Ann's nipples, drawing a loud groan, The groan was definitely a mix of pain and pleasure.

"Fuck!" she cried out, "You know what those do to me Ann!"

Ann stayed silent, just began to flick at Sarah's breasts with the riding crop, just enough to bring up a small red mark on the pale skin. Chris manoeuvred himself back between Sarah's wide open legs and began to work on her pussy again. Sensing her levels of arousal climbing higher and higher as his tongue flicked and licked, occasionally nibbling on her swollen wet lips. Sarah was lost in a haze of pleasure, unable to speak or control her body now. The tremors in Sarah's body continued increasing in intensity, a constant stream of moans, cries and groans coming from her mouth. Then she convulsed violently as an orgasm of a level she had never experienced ripped through her, leaving her almost passed out on the bed.

"Fuck I have never seen a woman come like that before!" gasped Chris, "is the alright!"

Ann leaned down and kissed her friend, releasing the cuffs as she did so. "Oh I think she is more than alright!" she laughed.

Sarah reached out with her arms and pulled the two of them into her shoulders, kissing each of them deeply.

"That was un-fucking-believable!" she moaned quietly, "I have never come like that before! I think I am in heaven! We are going to have so much fun together!"

A few minutes later the three of them fell asleep together in each others arms.