Misc. Erotica MILF Apartments

I found myself back in bed an hour before the sun rose, eager for the next week's adventures. I checked my phone and saw there were a half dozen text messages from Clara and Monique. Both saying how great the show had been, and that their new manager Julia had convinced the promoter to pay them, and even got them another gig for next weekend at a bigger venue.

After replying that I was happy it all worked out, I asked them both if they wanted to get lunch the next day. I passed out, staring at my phone screen, hoping to see a reply.

I was woken from a deep sleep by pounding on my door. I dragged myself out of bed and found Clara standing outside, grinning in excitement.

“It’s gorgeous out,” she said, motioning to the front door where Monique stood, “Come on, let’s go get breakfast.”

“Our treat,” Monique said, her bright white teeth flashing as she grinned, “We can tell you all about what happened after you left last night.”

“You’re never gonna believe it!” Clara said, bouncing on her toes in excitement.

“Give me a second to pull on some pants,” I said, turning and digging out a clean pair.

“It smells like sex,” Monique said, poking her head in, her grin turning sly as she eyed me up and down, “Is that where you got off to in such a hurry last night? You have some wild orgy with those MILF neighbors? The ones who stare after you with googly-eyes?”

I didn’t say anything, but Monique read something in my face, for her grin turned positively wicked. When I had my pants on, she hooked her arm in mine and drew me out of the apartment.

“Tell us everything!”

“You have to tell me about Julia and last night first,” I said, loving the look of shocked excitement on both of their faces. They both saw me in a new light, I wasn’t sure how I felt about it yet, but I definitely enjoyed the attention they were giving me as we walked down the street.

Clara told me all about the night before, as they lead me to a diner a couple of blocks away, her voice breathless with excitement. The show had gone amazing as I’d seen, the audience loving each of their songs, especially the one where they harmonized together and did a little dance.

When they’d gotten off stage, Julia had been arguing with the promoter, citing labor laws. As Clara and Monique listened in, wondering just who the woman was, Julia told the man she would sue him and the venue for breach of contract if her clients didn’t get paid.

“You should have seen the look on his face,” Monique said, giggling, “I thought the dude was going to shit himself.”

“We got paid $250!” Clara said, bouncing in excitement, “They also gave us two free drinks. Apparently, it’s a thing.”

“Julia knows her shit,” Monique said, “She seems more honest and capable than my art managers. Once she said you’d sent her, we agreed right away to let her be our manager. So, if anything goes wrong, we get to blame you.”

The woman grinned, her eyes dancing with amusement as she squeezed my upper arm even closer to her side, her large firm breast pressing into it. I couldn’t help but glance down, the firm swell revealed by her low-cut top set my heart racing. Monique just grinned even wider when she caught my glance.

Then she released my arm and pushed in the door of the restaurant, brushing her perfect ass against my crotch for one tantalizing second. We took a table in the far corner, and the server took our order and brought us cups of coffee and orange juice.

“Now,” Clara said, glancing around, her lips pressed into a tight conspiratorial smile, “Tell us all about your night… we want to hear every detail.”

“Maybe after we leave,” I said, glancing around at the growing crowd of breakfast goers.

“Who gives a fuck what anyone hears,” Monique said, her grin flashing bright white teeth, “tell us, everything.”

As I spoke, I found myself telling them not just about the night before but about most of the other times leading up it. I didn’t mean to keep going on, but both kept asking probing questions, and it felt good to get everything off my chest and out in the open.

I certainly drew a few glances from neighboring tables, but I’d been learning to ignore those. Instead, taking comfort from the apparent enjoyment, both Clara and Monique seemed to be getting from my stories.

They seemed most fascinated with Milly’s transformation. Monique had known Milly for years, and she’d noticed the change in clothing and attitude over the past couple weeks. Elizabeth had always intimidated both with her beauty, intelligence, and self-confidence, and they were amazed to learn about how submissive she was. Gia was always so warm and sweet that they found it hard to believe she was so open-minded and ready to engage in such wild behavior.

We finished up breakfast and started back to the building, the two of them talking about their plans for the next show. They kept mentioning different K-pop bands and which ones had great live shows and which didn’t.

The girls invited me up to hang out in Monique’s apartment later, but I wanted to do a bit of work on the roof.

“Do people even use the roof?” Monique asked.

“You should come check it out,” I said, “It’s not done yet, but it’s getting there.”

“Can I sunbathe?” Clara asked.

“Yea,” I said, grinning, “Gia and Elizabeth will probably be out there again. Just bring a towel, the deck isn’t sealed yet.”

“Ok,” Clara said, and to my surprise, she leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on my lips before flashing a bright grin and heading down to her little room in the basement. Monique did the same, her thick, soft lips brushing mine before she sashayed her way up the stairs, perfect ass swaying hypnotically before me.

I was left standing there for long moments as the electric shock of sensation passed slowly. I could still feel the place where both women’s lips had touched mine. The memory of Clara watching Monique kiss me, and Monique watching Clara do the same, filled me with excitement. Both women had worn expressions of mingled love and lust, obviously turned on to see me kissing their friend.

Finally, I shook myself out of my reverie and went and got ready for the day. An hour later, I was up on the roof with a few sanding blocks. It was brutally hard work, sanding down the deck and the supports I’d built, but a part of me was looking forward to it. I had my music, and the weather was great, plus I was nearly done with my project, and it was great to see things finally coming together.

A half-hour after I started sanding, Gia and Elizabeth came out and laid their towels across the deck chairs. They were in the middle of an in-depth discussion about politics when they came out but soon were relaxing under the warm rays in their bikinis.

I couldn’t help but stare at their gorgeous and busty bodies, even more so when Clara and Monique joined the women twenty minutes later. Introductions were made between the women as I scrubbed wood, listening to the older women pepper Clara with questions about her past and how she fitted into city life.

The younger women soon put on some of their music for the older women, and the catchy beats and lyrics had all five of us bobbing our heads. At first, I was nervous as the two pairs of women met. I felt like I’d done something wrong, and they were all about to figure it out, but the emotions were all based in anxiety, and I was better at recognizing and ignoring it now.

I lost myself in the work, removing my shirt soon after, and feeling the sun cook my skin even more. Clara offered to put lotion on my back if I would do her as well. The slender beauty looked like a model in her tiny white bikini, and my mouth grew dry as my hands worked the white cream into her soft skin. Since I’d done Clara, Monique said I had to do her next.

The mocha-skinned woman flashed her bright white smile, as she untied the strings of her red top and let it fall down, revealing a pair of absolutely perfect breasts. Rolling over onto her stomach, the woman sighed out in pleasure as my hands began to work the lotion into her back.

“You two could both be models,” Elizabeth said, lowing her sunglasses to take in the younger women’s incredible bodies, “I can’t wait to see you do a music video. I bet it comes out amazing.”

“Thanks, Lizzy,” Monique said, she’d started calling the older professional by that name, and she was just so cool she got away with it, “We have to thank Sola though, she’s been kicking our asses in the morning with her workouts.”

“Getting us in shape.” Clara said with a grin as she adjusted her towel, “It’s made performing so much easier.”

“She’s done wonders to our Connor here,” Gia said, her dark eyes traveling the length of me and taking no pains to hide the desire in them, “Turned a skinny little schoolboy into a limber, beautiful, and strong man.”

“Ok, you have to tell us,” Clara said, cheeks blushing as she bit her bottom lip, “What was it like that first night with him?”

“Jesus!” I said in shock, “Come on now. Let a guy have some privacy!”

“Never,” Monique said with a wide grin, “Now get back to massaging me and no more interruptions.”

Gia laughed and rolled onto her side, propping her head upon her hand. I tried not to stare at how her massive breasts swayed and pressed together. As the woman told about our first night together, I massaged the suntan lotion into Monique’s back. The woman’s skin was smooth as silk, and I couldn’t help but smell the intensely floral scent emanating from her curly black hair.​