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

A milf’s perfect ass

Amanda stayed under the cold shower for a long time, trying to cool the heat spreading through her body. Unfortunately, it did little to help. Eventually, she gave up and stepped out, convincing herself that she was presentable enough to face the world again.

Then, stepping out of her room, she blinked in surprise when she saw Vanessa standing there. Then, her expression brightened into a genuinely happy smile.

”Do you want to have lunch with us?” she asked immediately.

Vanessa chuckled at her enthusiasm. ”As tempting as that sounds, I actually came here for Arthur.”

Amanda tilted her head curiously.

”His apartment is finally ready,” the blonde explained, holding up a set of keys. ”I’ve come to deliver them personally. Everything’s been taken care of, so he can move in whenever he likes.”

”Really? That’s good!” Amanda said, but her tone betrayed an almost imperceptible tone of sadness.

”I thought so, too.” Vanessa turned her attention toward Arthur, her smile taking on a playful edge. ”And since I’m already here, I thought I might as well show him the place myself. Make sure everything is okay.”

She dangled the keys between her fingers, looking at him expectantly. Arthur glanced at Amanda for a second, and she gave him a thumbs up.

”If you want, I could make dinner for us while the two of you go take a look,” Amanda offered, partially wanting a moment alone, far from Arthur and the temptation he posed; and partially wanting to make sure Vanessa would stay a bit longer.

The beautiful blond milf nodded in agreement, her pussy clenching. She didn’t expect Amanda would make things so easy for her, but she wouldn’t miss the chance.

”That sounds lovely. We won’t be gone too long.” She turned to Arthur with the sluttiest eyes possible. ”Come along, Arthur,” she called over her shoulder, walking up to the door, making sure her ass would look delicious at each step.

Arthur followed a few steps behind as Vanessa started up the stairs in those skin-tight leggings.

Her ass was impossible. She had the perfect bubble cheeks that sat high and pronounced on equally thick thighs, resting out so far they almost formed a shelf. They were easily more than a handful. Hell, more than two handfuls each.

Arthur opened his mouth, staring unashamedly at the alluring milf perfection that made every normal girl’s look flat by comparison. Vanessa’s leggings were stretched to their absolute limit, the fabric molded so tightly it left nothing to the imagination.

Each step lifted one side, then the other, that heavy ass swaying with a hypnotic, deliberate roll that sent soft jiggles traveling down her thighs.

His cock throbbed hard against his pants, the memory of that slap earlier still fresh. He involuntarily clenched his fingers, remembering the feel of her perfect ass against his hand.

And Vanessa, apparently reading his thoughts, stopped in her tracks, glancing back over her shoulder with a knowing little smirk. She arched her back just a fraction more, pushing those thick cheeks out toward him.

”Enjoying the view, Arthur? Or are you just planning where you’re going to slap me next?”

She didn’t wait for an answer; she just continued climbing, putting even more sway into every step, fully aware of what she was doing to him.

Arriving at the third floor, Vanessa opened the door quickly.

”Ta-da,” the blond milf smiled proudly, pointing to the interior of the place.

It was small, a single bedroom, a compact kitchen, a living room barely big enough for the sofa that already sat against the wall. But it was clean, and fully furnished with quality items.

Still, the older woman had no intention of spending any time really looking into the apartment. She only presented it as quickly as she could.

”It’s great,” Arthur said after seeing it. ”Thank you, Vanessa.”

”Mm-hm.” She closed the bedroom door behind them and turned around, leaning against it. ”Now, let’s move to the fun part, sit there...” she pointed at the sofa.

Arthur blinked. ”Wait, here?”

”Don’t you dare back off, boy,” She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings. ”Besides, I behaved myself at Amanda’s house,” she said, pouting ever so slightly. ”I think I deserve a small reward, don’t you?”

She slowly peeled the black fabric down over her hips, bending forward as she did, stretching over those perfect cheeks before letting the leggings drop to her ankles and stepping out of them.

Underneath, she wore only a small pair of underwear, little more than a thong, a thin strip of fabric that disappeared between her ass cheeks and left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

She straightened up and turned to him with a slow, sexy stare, one hand on her hip.

”Please, strip for me, I want to see you, stud,” she asked in a teasing tone.

Arthur hesitated for all of two seconds. Then he pulled his shirt over his head and stripped down to his boxers, sitting on the sofa as instructed.

Vanessa’s smile widened. She walked over and settled herself onto his lap, her huge, impossibly soft ass cheeks clenching around his hardening length through the fabric of his underwear.

”Vanessa...” he groaned.

”Do you have any problems?” She rocked her hips, just a little, but she didn’t try to push him over the edge immediately.

Instead, the woman smiled, and looked at his eyes over her shoulder. She very briefly told him that on her time away, all she did was go to boring meetings.

”So stud...” she leaned in, her tone teasing, ”My time out was really not interesting, I just did work related stuff,” she let out a sigh. ”I’m desperately in need of some fun, so tell me, how was your week? Any interesting stories for me?”

Arthur actually had to think. He couldn’t talk about Alan, everything involving the principal was still something he was keeping quiet. And aside from that... nothing too wild had happened. Classes, the project, the pork banquet.

”Come on, boy, why are you thinking so much?” Vanessa rolled her eyes. ”You can trust me, just tell me everything.” She rocked her hips again, a bit harder this time, making him groan. ”But if you’re feeling so shy still, at least tell me about Iris. How have things been going?”

”This...” Arthur hesitated, and Vanessa immediately accelerated her hip movements, prompting him to speak. ”We had a lot of sex on the weekend...”

It was not easy to speak with Vanessa teasing his cock like that, but Arthur tried to describe his hot weekend to the best of his capabilities.

”The problem is that this week, nothing happened. Actually, I feel like she’s been avoiding me.” His voice lost a bit of its steadiness on that last part, and Vanessa noticed. The worry in it was genuine.

But she was planning on leaving serious stuff for later, so she sped up her hips, deliberately changing the topic. ”Forget her for tonight. Is there any other girl on your mind? Anyone new you’ve met?”

Maybe it was because he had a perfect ass pressed against his crotch, but his mind immediately went to Kat. However, he shook his head hard, refusing to accept such a thought.

Still, his body was more honest than his head. His cock twitched hard against her, and Vanessa picked up on it instantly.

”So I see you have someone in mind?” she smiled teasingly, slowing down just to watch him squirm. ”Maybe... Amanda?”

Arthur wasn’t even thinking about her but the name hit him like a bucket of cold water, and he blushed furiously, remembering the living room, her knees on the floor, her hands, her face...

”Oh?” Vanessa’s grin turned absolutely wicked. ”Oh, that’s a reaction. What happened there, hm?”

”N-nothing,” he stammered.

”Nothing, huh.” She laughed, low and delighted, and leaned in until her lips brushed his ear. ”You know what I think? I think sweet little Amanda is way too much of a pure, good girl to have done anything with you. She probably just teases you by accident. So without Iris...” she rolled her hips in a slow, deep circle, ”...you’ve been left very, very pent up this week, haven’t you?”

”Vanessa...”

”It’s okay, baby. You don’t have to say anything.” She sped up, her thick cheeks gripping him through the fabric, riding him in earnest now, the sofa creaking softly beneath them. ”Just let loose. I’ve got you. Let it all out for me...”

Arthur grabbed her hips and groaned, deep and broken, and there was nothing he could do to hold it back anymore. He climaxed hard, spilling into his boxers, pulse after pulse, while Vanessa milked every last second of it with her ass.

”There we go,” she whispered, kissing his jaw. ”Feel better, stud?”

Arthur slumped back against the sofa, breathless, boxers thoroughly ruined.

”...You’re evil,” he managed.

”This is just the beginning,” she teased once again.