Misc. Erotica MILF Apartments

And that’s precisely what she did. It was the most sublime torture in the world, and one I’d never even dreamt could exist. She sucked me deep into her mouth, one hand working me with gentle fingers, and then out. Her tongue sliding up and down the length of me slowly and gently.

For long minutes she would suck and stroke me, deepthroating my cock and massaging it with her tonsils and tongue. As my orgasm neared, she would back off and stroke me softly, kissing and licking my cock, as the intensity of sensations backed off. Again, and again she brought me up and then back down, all the while watching me squirm beneath her touch until I could take it no more, and I held her head in place, and she grinned in devilish desire as I fucked her mouth.

She was humming in pleasure and sucking hard as the most powerful orgasm of my life rushed through my body. My dick shot, again and again, thick pearlescent strands of cum that hit the back of her throat and as my hand relaxed in her head and I convulsed in pleasure, she stroked my cock hard, directing my cum across her beautiful face, her lips together as she ran then over the tender sensitive tip.

With a final shudder, I melted into the mattress and felt myself drifting off. I roused myself for one second, worried I should perhaps leave, then I saw Gia staring at my cock and licking her lips. As sleep stole me down into its dark depths, she took my soft cock into her mouth once more, sucking it into her smiling mouth and closing her eyes in bliss.

I woke sometime later as an incredibly good feeling flooded through my body. The woman was sucking hard on the tip of my cock, nursing it as my orgasm built. She was lost in her work and didn’t even notice as I woke, or my hand as I gripped her ass. Then I felt her hand working in her pussy, and I sensed she too was on the verge of orgasm. She timed her own to mine, and as I filled her mouth with cum, she came with a shuddering orgasm, her juices running down her thighs.

The sound of bird song woke me, and I sat up with a start. Looking around, I saw morning sunlight streaming in through the window and a note sitting on the pillow. I picked it up and read it and found myself laughing and blushing by the time I finished it. She had left a list of other things that needed to get fixed around her apartment and said I could come back another night to take care of some of them. She went on and on about how much she enjoyed the night before and wrote that she couldn’t wait to ‘help’ me out again.

I climbed free of the bed and pulled on my clothes and slipped out of her apartment. Just as I was stepping out into the hall, a blonde woman was stepping out of the elevator. When she saw me, she clutched her bag and glanced around fearfully, backing away.

“Get out of here, thief! I’m calling the cops!” She fumbled her phone out of her pocket and dropped it, scrambling to pick it up.

“I’m not a thief!” I said, holding up my hand and showing the keys, “See, I’m locking her place up!”

“If you’re not a thief, then what the hell are you doing sneaking out of her place?”

“I’m the super,” I said, “She asked me to come over and fix her sink. I just moved in across the hall.”

“Oh,” the woman said, blushing red and ducking her head in apology as she slid her phone into her pocket, but she watched carefully as I locked the door with my big key ring, finally satisfied, “Sorry about that, but a woman can never be too careful in the city.”

“I understand,” I said, “I’m Connor.”

“My name’s Sola,” she said, reaching out her hand, “I run a small yoga studio on the second floor. Hey, do you think you could come look at my AC sometime soon? It’s been killing my business to have it not working.”

“Sure,” I said, “I can take a look.”

“Sounds perfect,” Sola said, she had a speculative look in her eye as she ran them up and down the length of me, “My classes happen throughout the day and night so it will need to be in the morning before my first students. Can you come by tomorrow morning before 6 am?”

“Sure,” I said, groaning inside at the thought of waking up so early, but I was stepping out of Gia’s room super early, so it’s not like I could say I didn’t work in the mornings. “I’ll be there.”

“Great!” She enthused and, with a little wave, slipped out of the building.

I couldn’t help but stare after her as she walked off. Her beauty, which escaped me when she was screaming, and about to call the cops, transfixed me now. She was probably in her early thirties but looked far younger. She wore yoga pants and a loose workout shirt that did little to hide how perfectly toned her body was. I was staring at her ass, so perfectly sculpted and firm, beneath the skintight material, until she rounded the corner and was gone from my sight.

With a sigh, I went into my apartment, dumped my things down and stripped. I couldn’t help the silly grin on my face as I brushed my teeth and shaved, remembering the events of the night before. My cock got hard as I remember the sight of Gia’s massive tits, and the fire in her eyes as she sucked me off.

An hour later, I was dressed and putting my headphones in as I called up the address of the college. It was only an eight-block walk, so I headed out. It was Monday morning, and the streets were filled with people heading to their jobs and about their tasks.

The press of humanity was nerve-wracking and even more so when I arrived at the college to find the offices swarming with kids all trying to do the same thing as me. I hung in the back, remaining unobtrusive after signing my name on the list to speak with a counselor.

As I sat staring at my phone, I glanced up now and then and took in the kids around me. There were a few dozen from all walks of life. They talked and joked with one another or stared at their phones like me. My anxiety would spike whenever anyone met my eyes, and after one girl flashed me a shy smile, I buried my head down and didn’t look up until they called my name.

I walked into the counselor’s small office and sat in the rickety chair, careful to avoid knocking over one of the many stacks of books and paper covering her desk. I looked up and was relieved to find a pleasant looking plump older woman, beaming at me from above her spectacles.

“Well, Mr. Whitaker, let’s take a look at your schedule, shall we?”

I realized something as we looked over classes and times; that my anxiety was nearly gone with her, where it had been a raging storm in the waitingom. I pondered that fact as I set my schedule and went to the bookstore and bought a small stack of books.

It was early afternoon when I got back to the building. As I stepped into the foyer, the musty odor assaulted my nostrils again, and I resolved to clean the room soon. I stepped into my room and set my pile of books down on the floor. I would need a desk at some point, I decided. There had been a few pieces of furniture just sitting on the street with signs that said ‘free,’ I would have to keep my eyes out for a desk small enough to fit in my room. With the size of most New York apartments, I wasn’t worried.

Then I got to work fixing my place. I took my time with each task, making sure to pay close attention to every detail before I began it. I hung the drapes and shower curtain and greased and oiled the hinges on the pull-out bed. The bed took a long time, and I was forced to remove a few pieces to scrub away rust and crud that had built up in the hinges. When I was done, it swung down silently, and I lay down with a feeling of pride.

I pulled over one of my textbooks and began reading through it, boning up before my classes started in a week. When I finally fell asleep, I slept like a baby, with the lock on the door and the curtains drawn to block the streetlights, it was beginning to feel like home to me.

I woke up early, got showered, dressed, and went upstairs. I’d walked the whole stairway once and glanced down each hall but hadn’t explored in depth. I was curious to see the apartments since each floor seemed to have a different layout.

Stopping outside the door with a hand-painted sign that read: Sola Cohen’s Holistic Yoga Studio, I knocked.

I had to know for several minutes, but eventually, I heard the sounds of her calling that she was coming. Finally, she threw open the door and stared up at me with bleary eyes, the apartment smelled of pot smoke and incense.

“Oh, that’s right,” she said, “Forgot you were coming. I’ll show you the AC.”​