MILF club - Life at an apartment full of older beauties.

Amanda came home early from work that day. But that didn’t mean it had been a good day at work, quite the opposite...

Her boss had yelled at her and ordered her out of the kitchen. Amanda even feared she might end up getting fired, even though she almost always did everything right.

No matter how hard she tried, it was never enough.

And even cooking, something she loved so much, became suffocating when she had to work with that man.

”No point dwelling on it...” she murmured to herself, closing the door behind her.

She knew she shouldn’t do this, but her body moved faster than her mind. Her delicate fingers quickly opened the cabinet with the wine glasses and...

In the blink of an eye, a glass full of wine was in her hands. And since she had already poured the drink into the glass, there was no way to return it to the bottle.

It would be a huge waste to throw away such an expensive wine, so she had no choice but to drink it.

It was with idiotic logic like that that she took her first sip, her lips curling into a soft smile, but her eyes didn’t look happy.

”I’m pathetic...” she said to herself, watching her reflection in the wine.

Then she took another sip, resting her body against the sofa as a long sigh left her lips.

Her body slowly began to heat up, and the worries clouding her mind began to dissipate, but not in a good way. At least, Amanda didn’t feel so good about it.

She kicked her shoes away and soon removed her pants, getting more comfortable in her own house as she filled a second glass of wine.

It wasn’t that Amanda was drunk, she could hold her liquor very well. But alcohol, and especially wine, made her loosen up, and it especially left her in a hornier mood.

Therefore, not long after, it was her panties that went. And once she started reading an erotic novel, it became hard to control herself.

Just to be safe, she locked both doors, the front door of the house and the one to her bedroom. She wouldn’t be as organized as last time, but that wasn’t even her biggest concern.

Her mind kept spinning, torn between stress and pleasure. On one hand, she felt like she should work even harder, and felt like shit for not doing it. But still...

Her fingers entered her wet folds, making her completely forget about everything. Her worries slowly became just a distant memory of the past, as she imagined herself with the barbarian king of her novel.

Her left hand reached for her tit, grabbing it through her clothes, but her thick bra was in the way. She tried to dress conservatively for work, but at that point she wanted none of that.

She yanked her shirt off aggressively, finally releasing some of the anger she’d felt at work. Then she reached for the hook of her bra.

The piece of clothing unhooked with a satisfying pop, finally releasing the tightness around her generous curves.

A long, relieved breath escaped her. And with a little movement, she allowed the bra to slide down her body, falling to the floor.

Proud and big, her tits stood firm, fighting against gravity with their perfect shape. Her nipples were hard as always, their stiff tips surprisingly prominent, an inconvenient trait that always made her nipples visible whenever she wore a light bra or thin shirts.

The freedom of being naked corroded her inhibitions, and her fingers worked more aggressively as she took another sip of wine.

Unfortunately, she didn’t have three hands, so every time she finished reading a page, she had to put down her wine glass to turn to the next page on her Kindle.

The erotic story grew spicier, and the woman’s fingers followed the change in plot, stimulating her clit directly with voracity.

Amanda’s fingers worked faster, matching the rising heat of the scene on her Kindle. The barbarian king’s rough hands grabbed the poor villager, and Amanda moaned, grabbing her own big tits aggressively.

A soft, broken moan escaped her as the tension finally snapped. Her thighs trembled, toes curling against the bed, a brief, sharp climax rolling through her in waves that left her panting and flushed.

For a few seconds she just lay there, breathing slowly, eyes closed, savoring the moment.

Then the post-nut clarity hit like cold water, making her feel like shit.

”I’m pathetic,” she muttered, pushing herself up.

A cool draft brushed her bare skin, making a chill run down her spine. Her body was still warm, but she walked over to her cabinet.

She grabbed the first thing she saw, an oversized, thin, sheer white blouse that currently molded to her curves and acted almost like a dress.

Amanda liked the feeling of freedom that wearing only a blouse gave her, and this one was very comfortable. One of the few setbacks of having Arthur living with her was that she couldn’t freely walk around the house naked like before.

Walking to the kitchen, she poured another half-glass of wine and drank it in two long swallows, the alcohol momentarily putting a smile on her lips.

Arthur would be home soon. She really should take a cold shower, put on real clothes, pretend she hadn’t just gotten off to a romance novel while half-drunk and half-naked. She walked toward the bathroom, still barefoot, still wearing only the thin blouse.

She opened the mirrored cabinet above the sink, and then...

Time stopped. Her heart skipped a beat, and every muscle in her body clenched at once.

A cockroach.

An absolutely enormous cockroach was sitting in her bathroom, its disgusting antennae twitching as they slowly swept up and down.

Every coherent thought in Amanda’s head vanished.

”AAAAAAAAAH!”

She spun and ran as fast as a professional athlete, sprinting out of the bathroom and into the living room.

From the corner of her vision, she could swear she saw the demonic insect take flight and chase after her, into the women’s room. She even believed she saw it land on her bed.

The thought disgusted her. She would definitely need to get all of her sheets cleaned later.

However, before anything else, she needed to escape the vile creature. So she slammed her bedroom door shut, and even locked it, for some reason.

In the living room, she started pacing like a trapped animal, left, right, left, right.

”What should I do? What should I do?” she asked herself in an impatient tone.

Her legs moved quickly, matching the anxiety in her mind.

Amanda’s first thought was to go out and buy insect killer.

She was still mid-panic when the front door clicked open.

Arthur stepped inside, keys still in hand, and the next second Amanda launched herself at him. She jumped, arms locking around his neck, face burying itself hard against his chest by pure accident. Her heart hammered so violently he could probably feel it.

”Please, save me!!” she blurted against his sternum, voice high and shaky. ”It’s a huge cockroach, it’s horrible, please save me!” She screamed with a voice so laced with despair, her words coming too fast to understand properly.

Arthur blinked, confused, and did his best to understand what she was saying. Amid her ragged words, he somewhat grasped what the problem was.

He placed a soft hand on her shoulder, helping her calm down, and finally told her, ”Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it. Take long breaths, and leave everything to me.”

Then he gave a small, amused huff. ”Okay. Mission accepted.”

He gently peeled her off him, walked straight to the bathroom, and returned less than a minute later with a folded paper towel and a calm expression.

”Done. Evil insect has been destroyed.” He made a ’V’ sign with his hand, grinning stupidly like a young boy proud of a job well done.

Amanda let out a huge, shaky breath of pure relief and immediately jumped on him again, this time to thank him properly, arms wrapping tight around his waist, face pressing into his chest.

Arthur’s hands settled lightly on her back, however, it was really hard to ignore her hard nipples pressing against his body. And looking down, he could see her boobs molding against him, her ass stretching her thin shirt.

”Ahem...” he tried to escape her hug, feeling a bit shy, not sure where to look. ”Your blouse... eh... I think you were just about to take a shower, and...”

Amanda stepped back and gasped, finally noticing what she was wearing. She blushed profusely, feeling terribly ashamed of herself.

”I’m... sorry. For the teasing. I even talked to you and said I would be more careful about the teasing...” she commented, looking down, her mind taken by guilt. ”I’m sorry...”

But then, her eyes accidentally fell on his obvious bulge, and a confusing mix of guilt and leftover desire washed through her so strongly her knees felt weak.

”I’m such a useless mess,” she whispered to herself, so quietly he couldn’t hear. Then her eyes shot up, her lips trembling, her voice hesitant. ”Was... was I the one who made you hard?”

Arthur only nodded, paralyzed by everything that had happened.

”Then just this once, I... I could take care of it. But just this time... I’m really sorry for being so negligent... I shouldn’t have teased you, and I shouldn’t have dressed so carelessly...”

Amanda looked down, her expression a mix of so many feelings that Arthur couldn’t understand her.