Misc. Erotica MILF Apartments

Thirty minutes later, as I made my way down to the subway, I had a silly grin on my face, and memories of the most fabulous experience of my life playing out in my head. I rode the rattling car and thought back to the final thing Brooke said to me as I left her office. She had pulled me into a warm embrace and a deep kiss, then whispered in my ear as I stared at the adorable little Ava curled up under a blanket on the couch, drifting off to sleep in the office.

“You will bed another woman from your building, that is your task for this month,” I felt her lips turn up into a smile as she kissed my neck, “And if you can manage to have a threesome with two of them… then you’ll get a special treat when we meet next.”

She released me and handed me a small envelope with a wink, then closed the door on me. I turned to see the office empty of all, save Brooke’s secretary. The tiny little brunette sat in her chair, hands pressed into her lap, cheeks a deep shade of red in the dim office light. I felt a wave of embarrassment sweep over me as I realized she must have heard everything; the woman couldn’t seem to meet my eyes.

I started to the elevators quickly, not wanting to prolong the awkward moment and just barely managed to hear the woman’s whisper as I left.

“See you next month, Mr. Whitaker,” I turned to wave, and she ducked her head once again in embarrassment, hair falling before her face.

In the elevator, I opened the envelope to find a check inside. It was for a month’s work at minimum wage, and I stared at the woefully small amount of money and felt the prickling of stress. I had no idea how I was going to stretch this little money over the next month. How do people survive on this little money and still pay rent, eat and have bills?

It stopped at the bank and deposited the check. The tiny balance was giving me anxiety, and as I walked down to the Pho restaurant to get some late-night dinner, I did a mental tally of all my future expenses. I would have to be a little creative, as the current amount of money would most likely not be enough to make ends meet each month. The two school books I had to buy would almost wipe me out, leaving little left over for food and incidentals.

Thinking through the problem, I stepped into the building. As I was unlocking my door, a sound came to my ears from the basement, and I stepped over to the door to listen. Two voices drifted up to me, and I recognized them both. A burst of thumping electronic music cut through the chatter; then, it cut off as Monique went on.

“That’s a sick beat,” the small, dark-skinned woman said, “I love how it cuts out there for a second. Do you mind if I write some lyrics? It has me inspired.”

“I would love that,” Clara said, “I don’t have a head for lyrics, I’ve tried.”

“You need a new name though, if you show up to the cloud and say your name is DJ Minny whatever, their gonna laugh you out of the place. Let me think about it. Maybe I can come up with something.”

“Connor was so nice to let me stay down here,” Clara said, “I want to pay him back quickly if I can. Going to drop off a tape at a few clubs tomorrow.”

“Wait on that,” Monique said, “you’re good, but it’s still a little rough. If you start right now, people will form an opinion about your music too quickly. Give it a week or two, read those books I mentioned. My DJ friends swear by them.”

“I will,” Clara said, and I could hear the smile and genuine warmth in her voice, “Thank you again.”

“If you live in this building, your family,” Monique said, “we help each other out.”

“It’s a pretty amazing place,” Clara said, “The women all seem lovely.”

“Yea, I found it odd at first. How well I got along with everyone. But the owner knows what they’re doing apparently.”

“What do you mean?” Clara asked, and I found myself listening extra closely.

“About four years ago, I was recruited to live in this building; all of the women here were. It was crazy, a realtor just called me out of the blue and asked if I wanted to move into a place with rent-control. When I asked why me, she said it was because of my creative spirit and zest for life. She said I was an example others were drawn to emulate. I remember it so clearly; it was so odd. All I cared about was that I was getting a larger place for half the rent.”

“That is a sweet deal,” Clara said, “and great neighbors.”

“Yea, the best,” Monique said, “speaking of which, come on, I’ll introduce you to Sola. She’d love to hear your tracks. You have a SoundCloud?”

I heard a pair of feet step onto the steel stairs up, and I moved back to my apartment quickly, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping. I slipped into my place and heard the two women chatting as they headed upstairs to Sola’s.

Twenty minutes later, the pounding pulse of Clara’s music drifted down to me as well as the skunky aroma of pot smoke. Laughter filtered down as well, and it warmed my heart to hear the women all getting along and having a good time. I let the sound sooth my worries as I pulled out my textbooks and tried to study. It was impossible, and I fell into bed, dreaming of Brooke and Ava together and all the naughty things I still wanted to do with them.

Class the next day was short, with the teachers and students mostly checked out for the weekend, early. It was getting easier and easier to go to classes; my anxiety levels were much more manageable as time went on. The material got harder and harder, and that only served to make me more engaged with it. I love to learn and devoured everything they had to teach me, not just in class but at home as well.

When I got back to the building that afternoon, I found Gia loitering in the lobby, seeming to check out the mailbox, but she abandoned it the moment I stepped into the door.

“Just the man I wanted to see!” She said as I stepped in, “You know that dang light bulb is such a bother… I was wondering if you would mind coming to… fix me up tonight? I’ve got a pot roast going in the oven, and I’d be happy to feed you.”

The flush to her cheeks and the desire dancing in her eyes left no doubt about what kind of fixing up she was looking for. I was about to leap at the offer, but then my heart fell when I realized I had plans already.

“I’m sorry,” I said, her face falling into a frown of disappointment, “I already have plans.”

“With… Elizabeth?” She asked, her cheeks flaring red as she bit her bottom lip.

“No,” I said, chuckling, “Milly up on the third floor.”

“Oh!” Gia said, surprised, “I was going to say if it’s with Elizabeth, then maybe we could… but no, you’re going to Milly’s! Oh, this is good news! The poor woman is so odd, and a little human contact is good for her. I should have thought about this a week ago! I would have broken something in her place for you to fix!”

I chuckled as she moved off to her apartment, “What did you mean about you and Elizabeth?” I asked, my curiosity burning.

“Oh nothing, just something we talked about the other day,” Gia said as she opened her apartment door and stepped in, “You have a good evening with Milly… and be patient. She has some… oddness’s.”

With a final wink, she pulled her door closed, leaving me a little confused and unaccountably horny. I hopped in the shower, taking care to clean myself thoroughly per Milly’s instructions, and then dressed in clean clothes, grabbed my tool bag, and headed up to her apartment.​