Amelia couldn't help but stare at Ella, even though she knew it was wholly inappropriate.

She was her landlady, after all, in 20 years her senior. And yet, Ella was so

gorgeous, so open about her sexuality, with no signs of embarrassment when she brought women home.

Amelia came from a small town, a family with traditional values, that wrinkled their

noses at anything that wasn't what they called normal relationships. She had never dared

explore her own desires, the real sexuality that she had been hiding from her mom and dad. And yet, now that she

finally was living on her own, she simply couldn't hold it back any longer. Ella noticed the

way her young tenant looked at her, the way she seemed to blush whenever they talked,

of course, but it was best to wait for Amelia to make the first move. If she still wasn't ready

to take that leap, it could get awkward, and Amelia was a good tenant. Though Ella was in her 40s, her body was firm and slim,

perky breasts, always highlighted by the classy, yet sensual dresses she wore. She was used to

getting her way with women, even those who thought they were completely straight,

with long, luscious black hair and lovely green eyes. She was certainly a looker,

but it was not only her beauty that made Amelia melt for the older woman. Rather, it was the way she conducted

herself, the way she showed pride in what she was. How free she seemed. Ella, hi, Amelia's

soft, melodious voice echoed prettily as she climbed the stairs behind her landlady.

Ella lived in the apartment over her own.

So close it almost hurt.

Oh, hi, Amelia.

How are you doing?

Ella asked, in motion toward her front door. Want to come in for a drink?

Sure, Amelia agreed at once, almost too giddily, making Ella chuckle softly. You, you know why I'm here,

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