[MF] Conversation With Divorced MILF Inside Apartment Laundry Room Leads To Best Moment Of My Life

I have always been a fan of this subreddit, but I’ve never had anything to post. I’m happy to report that has changed…in a big way.

A few weeks ago I moved into a new apartment building, and I noticed a lot of the tenants were older than me. I am 26-years-old, and everyone I was seeing inside the building looked to be in their late 30s and 40s. That wasn’t a problem for me. I am an old soul with a baby face. I’ve had a few people tell me I remind them of [Timothée Chalamet](https://imgur.com/a/TtqaDsS)

I often find myself having better conversations with people who are older than me, so I was glad the building wasn’t full of college students.

Anyway, while checking my mail last week, I noticed a woman walking down the apartment hall. She was probably in her early 40s, and it looked like she was about to take her dog for a walk. She wore a pair of black leggings with a tank top, and I’m typically an ass man, but her tits were the first thing I noticed. God damn did they look good in her top. At one point she had to bend over to fix her dog’s leash, and I nearly let out an audible “daaaaamn.”

She smiled as she walked by me, and I of course stared at her ass as she walked out the front door. This woman was ridiculously hot. Nothing about her looked fake, which is sometimes difficult to find in Los Angeles. She was just a legit, natural MILF. She was not perfect, but who the fuck wants that?

After that ~event~, I started checking my mail more often, even though I had just moved and I never got any mail. I started finding every excuse to hang out downstairs by the door. I’d order postmates and just wait down there for 30 minutes. Sadly, I didn’t see her again. 4 or 5 days had went by and nada.

But then yesterday, everything changed. The laundry room for the apartment building is located in the basement. You have to walk down the first floor hallway, push open a door, walk down a full flight of stairs, turn a corner pass the electrical room and then you’ll finally see the laundry room. It feels like you’re in a new building by the time you arrive, and I can’t lie, the first time I went down there I was a bit afraid. It looks like the perfect place for some spider the size of Rhode Island to live. I was relieved when I walked down the stairs and noticed the light to the laundry room was on, meaning someone was in there.

When I turned the corner to enter the room, that’s when I about lost my shit. It was the woman, and I’m tired of saying “woman” so let’s just call her Melody. Melody was in the laundry room, switching over her clothes to the dryer. She had on a pair of pajama bottoms and a loose-fitting t-shirt. It definitely looked like this was her typical “laundry day” outfit. The pajama bottoms had a hole on her left ass-cheek about the size of a quarter. I got a spectacular view of it as I entered the room. She was bending over to load her clothes in the dryer.

When I put my basket of clothes on top of a washer, she turned around…a bit startled at first.

“Sorry,” I said. “I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to say something when I entered in order to avoid being creepy. Guess I made the wrong move.”

Melody smiled, “It’s okay. It’s nice to have company, honestly. This room gives me the creeps. I hate it down here.”

“The first time I came down here, I half expected a troll to be guarding the door,” I joked.

She laughed. It was probably a polite laugh, but whatever…she laughed. She went back to loading the dryer and I started shoving my clothes in the washer.

“So, you new here?” she asked. I told her my story, when I moved, why I moved, blah blah blah. She seemed interested, but I’m sure you all don’t want to be bored with the details.

She told me she moved in around six months ago. She’s from Arizona, and just recently moved to the Los Angeles area for a new job. She had a baby when she was 19, married the baby daddy a year later, and had been married for 15 years before getting a divorce. I got the impression that she was just now living her life. She had a glow about her, you know? Finally being able to live the life she always wanted.

By the time we finished with our conversation, her clothes had been in the dryer for at least 10-15 minutes. She was now sitting on top of the dryer. The little bit of movement coming from the machine was just enough to make her tits jiggle underneath her shirt. As I mentioned, it was a pretty loose shirt, so there was plenty of room for them to move. I was certain at this point that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“You’re cute,” she said.

“What?” I said, not knowing what sparked her to say this.

“I see you staring at my boobs.”

Shit, I thought. I mean, her tone came off as more playful than offended, but I still felt embarrassed. I looked down at the floor and mumbled sorry. I wasn’t going to deny it.

She hopped off the dryer and walked closer to me, “It’s okay,” she said laughing. “It’s nice to be desired,” at this point, she was just a few feet away from me.

“They are pretty nice, huh?” she said, bringing her hands to her breasts and squeezing them roughly. Her nipples were starting to show through her shirt now. “I think they’re my best feature….what’s your best feature?” she asked me.

Huh? My best feature? I don’t fucking know. I’m really great at picking up things with my feet, does that count? I didn’t know what to say, but my cock was starting to grow inside my sweatpants, and so I just went with it, “I’ve been told I have a nice dick,” I said.

I’m not huge, and by huge, I mean I’m not as thick as a soda can or as long as a broom handle. But I’m slightly above average, and I feel like it’s a moderately attractive penis, you know as attractive as a penis can be. Fuck it, [take a look for yourself](https://imgur.com/a/oliqaoM)

“Oh?” she questioned. She looked down at the bulge in my pants and moved closer to me. She took her hands off her breasts and reached down to massage my cock through my pants. She squeezed tightly around it to make the outline clear.

“It feels nice,” she said softly.

“Yeah, it does,” I replied. She smirked. I reached out and grabbed her tits, squeezing them and pinching her nipples through her shirt. Up until that moment, I had only been with girls who weren’t exactly gifted in the chest department. As I said, i’m more of an ass man, so that has always been my focus. I suppose I didn’t know what I was missing, though, ’cause these tits felt fucking incredible.

I lifted up her shirt and watched them jiggle freely. Leaning forward, I planted kisses down her neck to her chest until my lips circled around her nipples. I sucked them, licked them and nibbled on them. “Mmm, yes. Harder,” she moaned. So I nibbled harder, pulling them a bit with my teeth.

Her hand slid under my pants and began to caress my hard cock. While still sucking on her tits, I reached my hand around and grabbed her ass. My fingers searched for the hole I saw when I first walked in, eventually finding it, I placed two fingers inside and ran the tips of my finger down her cheek…stretching out the hole as I went. Eventually, I had stretched it enough to reach down past her crack and to the bottom of her pussy. I could just barely feel her wetness.

“I want your cock in my mouth,” she said right before pulling down my pants. She got down on her knees, stuck out her tongue and gave the head a few licks before wrapping her lips around it. I was probably like one minute away from cumming, but sadly I wasn’t able to because seconds later we heard two people talking and walking down the stairs.

I pulled my pants up with the quickness, Melody pulled her shirt down and we both went back to pretending to do laundry as a woman and a man walked inside the laundry room.

The man said, “Hello!” and made a joke about it being laundry day or some bullshit. I don’t know. I was too bummed to care about this dude. Melody left shortly after they arrived. I still had to finish up my laundry.

Haven’t seen her since, but it’s only been a day. I’m not sure if I’ve ever been this satisfied/unsatisfied/horny at the same time before.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8gt4pz/mf_conversation_with_divorced_milf_inside