Misc. Erotica MILF Apartments

I woke in the morning to find Elizabeth had made the bed around my sleeping body. At first, I thought I was trapped, until the fog of sleep faded, and I realized the sheet was just tucked into the bottom of the mattress all around me. Dragging myself free, I found an elegantly penned note waiting for me on the bedside table.

Connor, thank you for a beautiful evening. I woke feeling refreshed and had a million ideas for my current cases and am heading into the office to look a few things up in my reference books. You’re free to use the bathroom or eat anything you like in the fridge. There are leftovers if you would like. I hope we can see each other in similar circumstances soon, and I hope that you understand I value our friendship. – Elizabeth

I pocketed the note and did my best to remake the bed as she had. I’m not sure I got the sheets quite as tight as she had, but I did my best. After one final look at the bathroom to make sure things were still working properly, I closed and locked her apartment with my big rings of keys.

“Morning, tiger,” Sola said, startling me.

I spun and found her just stepping out from the stairs, several bags of produce from the farmers market in her hands. She looked from me to Elizabeth’s door, and her smile grew more and more crooked until she finally wore an exaggerated grin and gave me a big wink.

“Have a good night?” She asked as she slipped the key in her door, “I wondered who that was finally making use of Lizzy’s collection of toys.”

“Yea,” I said, feeling my face flush red with embarrassment for one second before I pushed the emotion aside, “She had some work she needed doing. I just offered my… services.”

“I’m sure you did,” she said with a grin, “I’ll see you Monday morning. Keeping working on that Malasada pose, make sure you really feel the burn before you release it. If you can, hold it nice and deep for thirty seconds, I’ll show you the Plow Pose and Downward Dog. Those are great for… many things.”

She flashed me a flirty wink as she stepped into her place, a waft of stale pot smoke hitting my nostrils, and I found myself arching my neck to try and get a final peek at her perfect toned little ass as she slipped deep into her apartment. Then the door closed, cutting off my view.

The woman drove me crazy with her flirtatious ways, but she was also becoming one of the best friends I’d ever had. I always looked forwards to our peaceful mornings spent together quietly stretching.

After showering and shaving, I dug my clothes out and carried them down the block to the laundromat. It was a foreign experience for me, pushing quarters into the giant industrial washing machine and having to wait around for hours as they washed, then dried. I brought a textbook with me and spent part of the time reading and the rest of it on my phone.

That afternoon I didn’t have anything to do, so I found myself up on the roof exploring the space. There were large piles of debris and what looked like broken down furniture someone had hauled up here at some point instead of taking down to the dumpster. Walking around the edge, I found the dumpster far below, and there were no windows on either wall above it.

Hunting around the rest of the roof's edge, I found an oddity. Someone had dropped a wooden board across from the building behind it, making a bridge of sorts. Although it looked far too wobbly for anyone other than a child to cross. I worried about some kid climbing across, pretending to be spider-man or something, and falling to their death. I hauled the makeshift bridge back and dropped it down into the alley next to the dumpster.

I did the same with all the furniture and debris I found up there as well. Creating a large pile in the alley below and an awful racket as each piece crashed to the ground. That’s the beauty of the city, I was finding, as long as no one was screaming mur*er or Ra*e, people didn’t seem to care.

What I found hidden on the roof amazed me. Buried beneath the debris was a wooden deck and a large fire pit. There were slots in the deck for an awning, but if one had ever been installed, I couldn’t see evidence of it. The hours wore on as I swept the roof down and scooped up pail after pail of dust and dried pigeon poo.

I found a water spigot, and after scrubbing rust and grit free of the threads, I bolted a new handle on it and was able to wash the roof down. The sun was beginning to sink to the horizon, so I finished up on the roof and climbed down the narrow stairs to the fifth floor. I noticed something odd about the large locked door to the single apartment. There were light scratches around the lock, and upon closer inspection, it looked as though someone had picked it recently with small little gouges in the steel around the key slot.

Wishing I had a key to the apartment once again, I headed downstairs to get ready for dinner at Gia’s. When I got to the lobby, I found a large pile of trunks and luggage and a slender black dark-skinned beauty dragging one of the massive trunks into the elevator.

“Hey, can you give me a hand?” She asked, flashing a broad white-toothed grin at me.

I dropped the broom and dustpan and stepped over, helping her push the heavy trunk into the small elevator. It felt like the damn thing was filled with lead pellets.

“Thanks!” She said wiping sweat from her brow as she stepped around the trunk, “I should be able to get the rest of it. You’re the new superintendent?”

“Yea, I’m Connor, I just started a couple of weeks ago,” I held out my hand, and she shook it with a firm grip.

I noticed her hands were covered in brightly colored stains. She saw my glance and grinned.

“I’m an artist,” she said, holing out both hands and showing the paint stains, “I just got done painting a mural in Prague, and they wanted the most ridiculous colors. I’m Monique, and I live in 3A.”

She flashed another bright white smile and looked me up and down, then threw me a wink as she hit the button on the elevator to take her up.

“I’ll be seeing your around… Connor,” she licked her lips just as the doors slid shut, and I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of desire course through me at the seductive promise held in her dark eyes.

When I emerged from my place dressed for dinner at Gia’s, Monique wasn’t there, but her pile of luggage and trunks were still filling the foyer. I tried to push thoughts of the gorgeous mocha-skinned beauty out of my mind, but something about her wild mane of kinky black hair and sublime curves wouldn’t leave my mind alone.

I knocked, and the door flew open after just a second’s pause.

“Well, hello!” Gia said, her beautiful face lighting up in pleasure as she ushered me inside, “Oh is Monique back already? You’re just going to love her!”

“We met,” I said, feeling a slight blush heat my cheeks at her knowing smile, “just briefly a few minutes ago.”

“That girl is a genius artist, and she spends too much time traveling and working. It will be wonderful to have her back home again,” linking her arm in mine she steered me into her kitchen, her massive breast pressing against my upper arm, “She really does light up the building with her presence, you’ll see. She’s quite beautiful as well.”

“Uhh, yeah,” I said, my face growing hotter by the second, “She’s really pretty.”

She threw me a knowing smile as she pulled out a tray of lasagna from the oven. My mouth began to water immediately as the heavenly scent hit my nostrils. She sat me down and poured me a large glass of wine and dished out a healthy portion of pasta, meat, sauce, and cheese casserole.

It tasted even better than it smelled, and I was so lost in the tremendous homecooked meal that I missed her question.

“I’m sorry, what?” I asked her.

“How are you’re classes so far?” She asked, eating her own small plate of lasagna and enjoying an even larger glass of wine than she poured for me.

I told her all about the classes I’d chosen and my professors, leaving out the anxiety I still felt having to navigate the crowds and large lectures and classes. She told me about her new students and the lectures she had planned; they all sounded fascinating.

I finished my plate and was getting up for a second portion when Gia froze me with her next question.

“What did you think of Elizabeth?” She asked, her voice an excited whisper as we stepped into the kitchen, eyes bright upon my face.

“She was… very… umm… clean,” I finished lamely.

Gia smiled warmly and stood coming around the table, patting my cheek and looked up at me, her massive breasts brushing my chest. When I glanced down, I couldn’t help but stare down the low cut of her top, seeing the deep shadow between soft flesh.

“Connor,” she said, “don’t forget who lives above me… besides, I’ve seen the woman’s closet, so I know she has those… fetishes”

“I really shouldn’t,” I said and then froze as I felt her hand slide down the front of my pants, the warm palm cupping my semi-hard dick.

“You’re going to tell me everything you did with my best friend,” she said, her voice a breathy whisper as she leaned in close to me, “while I suck this beautiful cock, like the happy slut I am.”

Her kiss on my neck sent shock waves of pleasure racing through my body and caused me to gasp. I felt the fridge press against my back as her nimble little fingers pulled down my fly and fished my hardening cock free of my pants.

“I heard every incredible second of it,” she whispered in my ear, hot breath tickling me, “I’ve never made myself cum half so hard… Paint the picture for me… God damn baby, I wished I could have seen it… tell me, Connor.”

My hand held onto her soft hip as she kissed my neck, once more sending a shiver down my spine, and then she sank to her knees. She pressed my hand to her lips, kissing my fingers. Then pressed me back into my seat. Her eyes danced with sexual promises, and I felt myself harden even more within my pants.​