Misc. Erotica MILF Apartments

I realized, with a sudden jolt, that it was finally happening. All my fantasies and dreams of Sola’s incredible body were about to come true. My hands were tentative at first as I reached up and ran them down her slender back, but with growing fierceness, as I pulled her close and finally kissed the lips I’d wanted for so long.

My surprise faded quickly and was replaced by a raging inferno of desire, but Sola would not be rushed. The woman had a firm grip on her desires and didn’t submit to them easily. Our first kiss was filled with passion, but also gentle exploration, and it ended in a quiet still moment, out lips parting and eyes opening to stare at one another in the golden morning light.

“I was worried,” Sola said, her eyes filled will wonder, “But now I realize it was silly. You’re a wonderful kisser, Connor… on the lips, at least, we’ll have to see how you are at kissing… other places.”

“I’m happy to prove myself,” I said, grinning back and grinding my hard cock against her hip.

“Mmm, you drive me crazy,” Sola said, drawing in a shuddering breath and pushing away from me at the same time, “You have no idea how much I’m going to enjoy this… or how much you will. Tell me, young Connor, have you ever experienced a tantric orgasm?”

The woman’s smile turned positively predatory as she stepped away from me and over to a small shelf. She lit two small sticks of incense and a candle, filling the room with an incredible blend of scents, and a light haze of smoke that the rays of morning sunlight lit up in interesting ways.

I liked to think at this point I had a lot of experience with a wide range of women. I’d been with shy and outgoing women who had wild passionate sex and slow, gentle lovemaking. I thought I’d seen the full gamut of what sexuality and intimacy could accomplish. All those suppositions were thrown out the window when I realized that Sola existed on another plane entirely. I hesitate to use the word mysticism, but that’s what comes to mind.

A hidden current existed beneath the rest of the world, and Sola let it draw her into its rhythms. Her every move was designed to draw my eyes up her slender body and her every touch, perfectly placed to drive me wild.

She stepped up close to me once more, and my hands slid down the supple form of her limbs as our lips met once more in a passionate kiss. My fingers trembled as we sank to the mats and began to strip off each other’s clothing. Her body looked even more incredible in the nude than it did in her tight workout clothes. Every inch of her was supple and perfect.

I can’t put every motion and action into words, for I was too lost in the moment. Sola’s hands and fingers traced my skin like lines of fire, awakening the nerves from my head to my feet. All while I did the same to her, letting my fingers graze along smooth white flesh, teasing and touching. The best was when my hands filled with the firm round cheeks of her ass, and I held the object of my long-running affections.

Sola swung a leg over my hip, and before I knew what was happening, she was sliding the wet lips of her folds along my cock as it pressed between us. Suddenly she sat up, whipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder as she arched her back and rocked her hips.

She looked like an angel as she ground her clit up and down my dick, eyes afire with desire, lips curling into a slow smile. Sola raised her hands above her head and pressed the flat palms together. She was in the starting position of the new series of poses she’d taught me, and as I looked at her in curiosity, her eyes twinkled as she grinned down at me.

“Slow deep breaths, Connor,” her voice had a throaty growl to it, that told me she wanted me just as much as I wanted her, “and let yourself relax into the stretch.”

Then she began slipping into the first pose, her movements, a slow dance that drew me along with her. As I shifted my hips, unconsciously stretching as she’d taught me, the head of my cock slipped into her heavenly hole. Just the head at first, but as Sola and I both let out deep breaths and eased deeper into the stretch, my cock sliding all the way home into her incredible tightness.

“Ahhhh,” Sola sighed out, head back, and a sublime smile on her face, “Now… mmmhmmm… now we move within the stretch… oh, mmm… that’s heavenly.”

My muscles strained as I held myself up, shoulders, and thighs burning, but I barely noticed the exertion. As Sola and I moved, her pussy slid up and down my cock, and I could feel every single muscle as it flexed against me.

I’d never felt so strong and powerful before, as I held the two of us up with my arms and legs. There was no way I would have been able to do this a few months ago, let alone a few weeks ago. Even more than the feelings of strength and flexibility, I was lost in the incredible sensations of pleasure rolling through me from her touch.

Sola’s pussy gripped me like a velvet glove as she rode me slowly. My eyes were filled with the perfection of her body and face. Pleasure slowly twisting her features into one of exquisite agony. Then her eyes flashed open as my cock throbbed, and raising one hand, she ran the fingertips lightly down my chest and stomach.

The light touch had an incredible effect on me; suddenly, every nerve ending of my body was afire as if the orgasm that was building in my balls had now spread to my whole body.

“Hold… off…” Sola breathed, her voice tight with strain, her pussy convulsing around my cock, muscles fluttering, and squeezing as she hovered on the edge of a massive orgasm. “Just… let it… oh god, Connor… let it ease into us… mhmm!”

My balls were tight, and I wanted to cry out in pleasure as my orgasm began to crest, but I took a firm grip on myself, trying to let it ease out of me as she’d instructed. Sola made it almost impossible as she arched her hips, even more, drawing her incredible tightness down my cock.

“It… It’s… oh, goddess, here it comes!”

Sola’s voice was so high pitched I almost didn’t recognize it, but I could only register it with part of my mind. For my own orgasm had hit me just as Sola’s hit her, but something amazing and incredible happened that wiped all thought from my mind.

A tantric orgasm isn’t like normal orgasms. In a normal orgasm, you rise a steady slope, cresting the peak and then plummeting back down. In a tantric orgasm, there is no fall back down. It was unending, wave after wave of pleasure that sent shockwaves through my soul.

Sola was in the same state; we shared it. Our bodies continued to grind, stretching to the limits and working against one another in slow implacable movements. It was unlike any sex I’d had, up to that point. There was no slapping of bodies, no grunting of pleasure, or screams of need.

The two of us were locked in a full-body embrace, joined in a holy union, souls riding the currents of heaven as time disappeared, as thought disappeared, as all knowledge of the world at large faded. Leaving only one another and the perfection of our bodies and the secret language they spoke to one another.

I couldn’t tell you how long we made love on that mat. Hours certainly, for the morning passed and the afternoon came. The two of us were lost in a timeless place. Moving from one position and form to another, our bodies never ceasing their stretches and motions. The pleasure was an endless sea that we swam in together.

The incredible day of tantric sex culminated as Sola pressed her firm little ass against my hips, her back against my stomach as she stretched back against me. Our lips were locked together as the sun began to sink below the rooftops. The final waves of ultimate pleasure swept through us, and I felt a massive flood of my seed fill her womb.

We descended to the mat, covered in sweat, and catching our breaths. Our sexes finally separating as Sola rolled against me and pressed her lips to my neck, hot breath tickling my ear.

“That… was incredible,” the tiny yoga instructor said, “I’ve never… never had such incredible sex… thank you, Connor, you’re a magnificent lover.”

“Thank you,” I breathed, pulling the blonde into a firm hug, “That was… Jesus, that was beyond incredible… I don’t have words to describe it.”

“Then don’t,” Sola said, grinning, “Words are often pale reflections of reality, and that was beyond what words could contain.”

“I have to go,” I said with a start, realizing how late it had gotten, “Shit, I hope I’m not late.”

“You aren’t,” Sola said, sitting up and pulling on her loose t-shirt with languid motions, “I made sure that we stopped with enough time for you to get ready. Also, that you’d be in the perfect mindset to meet with your rival.”

“Has any man ever been so lucky?” I meant it for myself, but Sola grinned and leaned over, kissing me deeply.

“There’s no such thing as luck,” she said, grinning, “There is only preparation and opportunity. Now get out of here, I want to smoke a couple joints, and you’re cramping my style.”

I laughed at her half-joke, knowing she really did want to get high. My legs felt rubbery, and my mind was still fuzzy as I took a shower and got ready. When I got outside of the building, planning on walking to the subway, I was surprised to find Ava and the town car waiting for me.

“Can’t have the future CEO of Whitaker Industries walking to a meeting with his chief rival,” the gorgeous little blonde said, “You should arrive in style. Are you all alright? You seem a little… out of it.”

“I’m ok,” I said with a reassuring smile, “It was just an… exhausting day.”

I slipped into the backseat, and Ava zoomed off, heading downtown. I stared out the window, trying to prepare myself for the upcoming meeting mentally, but unable to get Sola and the incredible morning and afternoon out of my mind. So it was that I arrived at Everett Vanderlite’s offices without anxiety and a grin on my face.​