Misc. Erotica MILF Apartments

The leather of the couch was exquisite, making no sound at all as I sat down. I ran my fingers over it, and it felt like a baby’s skin, it was so smooth and soft. I was staring at a striking black and white painting on the wall when she returned with a large glass for me.

She sat down beside me on the couch, not touching, but close enough that I could feel the heat emanating from her. I took a small sip, and then a larger one, once I realized how good it was. I’m not usually a fan of wine, but this had a fruity spice to it that was delicious.

“Where to begin?” Elizabeth said, throwing her elbow over the backrest of the couch and looking out the window as she spoke, “I guess it all starts with my father. You see, my dad could make your own look like a reasonable man most of the time. The rest of our family are Mormons, but father had been in Manhattan so long he’d long ago gone wayward. I had just graduated from law school and was about to take a job at a major firm. Then your dad discovered what my father had been doing for the church for decades.”

“What?” I asked, from her low whispery voice and tense manner, I expected her to be involved with the Mormon mob of something.

“He was running a hedge fund and using a secret stash of Mormon tithe money. Seven hundred billion dollars invested all around the world and returning outrageous profits. Your dad used the knowledge as leverage in some deal and my father… my father sold me to your dad.”

“He what?!” I asked in shock, almost spitting up my wine.

“It’s an ancient tradition in some Mormon households, and in our county in Utah, it was still legal for him to do it. He had discovered my… proclivities and thought to shame me with them. Your dad accepted the arrangement, and one week after our wedding, he had a secret clause in our prenuptial agreement triggered, and my father lost control of a key company in his portfolio.”

“That was what my dad wanted all along,” I said with a sour grimace, already seeing the old man’s mind at work, “wasn’t it?”

“You see right to the heart of it,” she said in a whisper, “faster than my father or I did.”

“Then what happened?” I asked, almost afraid to know what I already suspected.

“Then I never heard from your dad again.” She barked a laugh and took a deep drink from her glass, finishing it. She sighed out and blinked tiredly, “The marriage was never consummated you see… and there could be no doubt with… well, with me being a virgin still. The divorce papers were served to my father’s offices, and I never saw the man again.”

“I didn’t know any of this,” I said, trying to remember the short period the woman had been in my life, “I’m so sorry.”

“I didn’t find all this out until years later when my father passed away. He told me on his death bed.” She looked down into her empty wine glass and set it on a coaster on the coffee table, “I thought he hated me for what my father discovered. I was so ashamed.”

“What did he discover?” I asked, my voice matching hers in a whisper.

“You saw it, didn’t you?” She asked, her face blushing furiously and unable to meet my eyes, “In the closet?”

“BDSM?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said as though admitting she was a murderer.

“That’s no big deal,” I said with a laugh, “Honestly, I’m sure there are thousands of men in this city who would love to tie you up; Jesus Elizabeth, you're gorgeous!”

I was grinning at her and realized my head was a bit swimmy feeling. I had drunk the wine far faster than usual, and it had been a considerable glass. Blinking my eyes, she came back into focus, and my grin returned.

“It’s not that easy,” she said scrunching down in the couch, a big yawn escaping her mouth, jaw creaking, “And thanks, that’s sweet of you, but I’m not all that, I can’t seem to flirt with a man to save my life. No, the problem is I can never relax with anyone, definitely not enough to let them really know what my true desires are.”

She yawned again and rested her head on the back of the couch. Her yawn affected me, and I felt my jaws creak and realized I should probably get to bed.

“Ok, I admitted my stuff, now what about you? Why did your dad force you to be here for a year?”

“He said there are things I need to learn,” I admitted, “But I have no idea what he meant. I mean, I learned something from Gia that first night, heh. And I’ve learned to stretch, but seriously, what the fuck is the point. I don’t know…”

I rested my head on the back of the couch, slouching down, the world spinning as the wine hit me, and I felt my tongue loosen, the words tumbling free.

“If I'm honest, this had been just about the best week of my life. I know it sounds dumb, some rich kid slumming it discovers that blah blah blah. Honestly though, I have my own room and a lock on the door, and I never had that at home or school. And Brooke… well, my head’s been spinning like a top ever since she… anyway, it’s been pretty crazy.”

I cut off when I felt something hit my shoulder, and I turned to see Elizabeth had passed out at some point when I was speaking and fallen over on the couch. Her mouth hung open slightly, and she was making this horrible Darth Vader like sound. I grinned and felt my eyelids get heavy. I should have gotten up, but it felt so comfortable on the couch that I decided just to rest my eyelids for a moment.

I woke with a start and groaned in pain at the ache in my neck. I’d slept with it hanging back on the couch and had a cramp in it now. I went to sit up, then felt the weight resting on my side. I looked down to see Elizabeth was snuggled up close, drool dribbling down my shirt.

I reached up and shook her gently, rousing her from her slumber. She woke slowly and blinked bleary eyes and looked around.

“I fell asleep?” She asked, smacking her lips.

“We both did,” I moved to sit up, but she was still pressed close.

“That’s the first time I’ve ever slept with a man,” she looked up at me, and I could see the anxiety and nervousness creeping into her mind.

I don’t know what came over me. Perhaps it was the wine still in my system, or the warm comfort of her against me. Tilting my head down, I pressed my lips to hers. She froze for one second, shocked at my kiss, then she melted into me, moaning against my mouth. Her body felt incredible as I reached up and slid my hand up her side, and she turned into my hand, offering up her breasts for me to grab and massage.

We rolled on the couch, and passion flooded into me. The woman grew more and more awkward beneath me, her kisses more and more stilted. In frustration, I trapped her wrist above her head, and then she came alive, writhing against me, and moaning into my mouth. I trapped the other hand beside it, both now locked in one hand above her head, giving the other access to run up and down her incredible body.

“AHHH YEEEEEE EIIIIIIII!!!!”

The woman screamed against my mouth, shocking me with the force of the orgasm that tore through her body. She was still fully clothed, and I had only touched her over the clothes, with just a bit of massaging. To see the powerful orgasm that hit her, just from having her arms trapped, was a revelation.

She was breathing heavily, and her face was bright red with both embarrassment and excitement. Slowly her eyes opened, and she looked up at me, her face tense, ready for my judgment. The giant grin she found on my face caused her to grin slightly and blush deeper. She squirmed beneath my grip, her hip grinding on my hard cock, her breathing slowly deepening as she wet her lip.

As I relaxed my grip on her wrists, I saw her face grow tense, and I could almost feel her uncertainty, fear, and anxiety creep in. Every second, she got deeper and deeper into her mind about things. It was like watching a mirror of myself when I dealt with the rare girl my age.

“That was…” she panted, “I’ve never… never cum with someone else before… I’m just so comfortable with you… how?”

“You only really relaxed when I held you down,” I said, “but all the other times… like right now… the anxiety rules.”

“That’s right,” she said, gazing deep into my eyes, her deep dark blue seeming to hold countless hidden depths as I stared back. “How did you know?”

“I feel the same most of the time,” I said, with a deep sigh, “So I can recognize it.” I sat up on one elbow and looked down at her, deciding to toss the dice and tell her the truth.

“I want to tie you up,” I said, “I want to tie you up, strip you naked, and play with this incredibly sexy body all night.”

“Are… are you serious?” Her eyes went wide, and she froze in my arms. Her eyes searched my face, and finally, she relaxed, slowly, and said in a soft, seductive voice, “Are you serious?”​