Misc. Erotica MILF Apartments

The next morning, I woke early and slipped out of bed. After I used the bathroom, I found her still buried under the covers and didn’t seem ready to wake up anytime soon. I pulled on my clothes and penned her a note, just as Elizabeth had done for me. Only in my letter, I told her what a wonderful evening I’d had and that I was sorry to leave before she woke.

I slipped out of her apartment and headed down to mine. I passed Monique in the stairwell, and she looked like she’d been partying all night. She was still in a short skirt and tight top, her dark little body looking incredible, with heavy makeup and her hair up in twin round buns. Her hair and make-up were a bit mussed, and her clothes looked like she’d slept in them.

“Morning,” I said, smiling in greeting.

The grimace she gave me said everything. I could smell the alcohol and sick on her as we passed. She didn’t say anything; just continued plodding up the stairs with slow, relentless steps.

When I stepped into my room, my nostrils were instantly assaulted with the sweet scent of sickness and the acrid odor of alcohol. I saw a pair of naked legs sticking out of my bathroom, and I recognized them as the slender pale stems of Clara.

The young woman was passed out drunk, the toilet filled with puke. I got a small rag and helped her to a sitting position and cleaned the vomit off the side of her face.

“MMmnghg,” Clara groaned when I moved her, “The world is spinning… never drinking again… hello, pretty boy.”

She grinned up at me with bleary eyes and winked exaggeratedly.

“Just the man I, hic, wanted to see, hic,” her shoulder shook with the force of her hiccup, and she grimaced in annoyance.

“Just relax,” I said, “I’ll get you cleaned up in a second.”

“Monique is the coolest,” she went on, her words slurring slightly, “She introduced me to a few club managers, played my tracks for them… got a gig… but… but I still don’t have a name!”

“You’ll pick one soon,” I reassured her, I’d managed to wipe the last of the puke from her and was helping her to her feet, “I think you should take a shower, you’ve still got some puke in your hair.”

“Yea, need a shower…” she looked up at me with bloodshot eyes and attempted a seductive smile. “Are you going to join me, handsome? You know, Monique and I talked about… oh god…” her face went green, and she breathed out a shuddering breath, I saw she was going to puke again and helped her over to the toilet, just as a stream of watery chunks sprayed out into the porcelain bowl.

The sight and smell nearly made me puke, and I pushed her hair to the side and held down my own gorge as she finished puking. Her body was wracked with dry heaves, and finally, she stilled.

She couldn’t stand up straight without the spins hitting her so hard she started dry heaving, so I had her knees over the edge of the tub, and I washed her hair out with the shower spray. We both got soaked, but I managed to clean all of the sickness off her with a bit of shampoo.

All the while, I was pressed against Clara’s tiny little body. I did my best to ignore how sexy she was and how perfect her small ass looked as it was bent over before me. The smell of the puke helped with constraining my libido, but Clara didn’t. The pretty runaway kept remarking how handsome I was and hinting that Monique thought the same.

When I finally helped her stand up, her face grew green again. She started to sway, and so I picked her up, like one might a bride and carried her to my small bed. Laying her down, I got a towel and placed it beneath the pillow, in case she was sick again. Then I pulled the blankets over her.

“Mhmm, you’re so sweet too… I hope Monique’s plans happen… mhmm soon…” she nodded off into sleep mid-sentence, and her snore filled the space.

I watched her sleep for a long second. Her cute face looked almost angelic in slumber, and I felt incredibly protective over this girl who had broken into the building.

Working as quietly as I could, I took a quick shower and grabbed my books. Clara never roused from her drunken slumber, and I was grateful to see she had stopped throwing up.

As I climbed the stairs to the roof, I marveled at how comfortable I was having the young woman in my personal space. Not only was I relaxed, but I felt good about myself for helping her out. Thinking about the power that act of charity seemed to have on my internal self-worth, I stepped out onto the roof and felt the warm early morning sun upon my face.

The buildings all around were the same height as ours or shorter. There was an unobstructed view of Manhattan and her skyscrapers. The wooden deck I’d uncovered was still stained with grime and pigeon shit, so I set my books aside and went down to the basement and got a hard-bristled brush, a bucket, and some soap. When I was heading up, I passed Gia heading out of her apartment.

“Morning, Connor!” She greeted me, “Working on a Saturday morning?”

“I was going to lay out in the sun and study,” I said, “but first, I gotta scrub down the deck I uncovered.”

“Sun-bathing?” She said, her smile growing, “That sounds lovely! I’m heading to brunch now, but maybe I’ll join you when I get back.”

She threw me a wink as she slipped out the door and turned to wave before heading up the street. I found myself watching her walk away, appreciating her large ass as it rolled back and forth and the heavy sway of her large breasts in her silky top.

Pushing the hot Italian MILF out of my mind, I climbed to the roof and got to work. There was something peaceful about the monotonous work. My mind emptied as I knelt on the pale wooden decking, scrubbing up and down the boards with a two-handed grip on the brush. The stains were hard to work out, but they came up with a bit of force.

The sun rose in the sky, and I removed my shirt, loving the warm heat baking on my back as I worked. I had most of the deck scrubbed clean when I heard chattering voices climbing the stairs. I looked up just as the door opened.

Gia and Elizabeth stepped out, looking around themselves with surprised and pleased smiles. Each woman had a towel thrown over her shoulder and was wearing a loose colorful sundress and flip flops.

“Oh, this is wonderful, Connor!” Gia exclaimed as she walked over to the deck.

“I agree,” Elizbeth said as she nodded, “I never knew the roof was so nice.”

“Oh, your back is burning up!” Gia said as she set down her woven back and pulled out a bottle of sunscreen, “Here, let me put some lotion on you before you get too red.”

I sat up, stretching my back, and grateful for the break. As Gia squeezed out a healthy dollop into her palm, Elizabeth laid her towel out on the clean and dry portion of the deck. She looked around and seeing that we were unobserved by any building close by, she pulled off her billowing sundress to reveal her sexy, busty body, covered in just two pieces of small black material. The string bikini was tiny, and I felt my blood head up as she lay down, her large breasts swaying delightfully.

I shivered when Gia placed her cold hands upon my back, but then I sighed in pleasure as she worked it into the skin. Her hands warmed, and soon she was giving me a massage, her stiff fingers working the tight muscles of my shoulders.

“There,” she said when she finished, “all done. Do you think you could be a dear and get me?”

There was a hint of flirtation in her eyes as she grinned up at me, and when I nodded, she whipped off her sundress, revealing her busty body barely contained within a tiny white bikini. She lay her towel down, taking her time and making sure I took full notice of her massive breasts and firm round ass as she bent over and swayed before my hungry gaze.

Then she folded her legs beneath her and pulled her hair over her shoulder, presenting me with her back. I squeezed out some lotion and worked into my hands. She shivered when I set them on her soft firm flesh, and then she relaxed back into me. My hands worked the lotion into the skin, and I too, took a few extra minutes to massage her shoulders and back.

“Mmmm, thank you, lover,” she said with a wink as she took the bottle from me and began to apply it to her front.

“My turn,” Elizabeth said, and she sat up, a hint of blush on her cheeks as she pulled her hair over her shoulder.

I took even longer on the tall, slender woman, pressing her down to her stomach and kneeling astride her ass. My cock was firm, and she couldn’t help but feel it as I rested it between her ass cheeks. I undid the tie of her bikini, feeling her tense for a second and then relax, giving over control to me. When I finished with her, I tied the bikini back into place. I had wanted to push things further, but my nerves got the better of me.​