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

[This link will take you](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8gt4pz/mf_conversation_with_divorced_milf_inside/) to part one of this story. You should probably read it before reading part two, ’cause that’s how the world works.

**PART TWO BELOW**

 

Did you click on the link? All caught up now? Great. If you read the comments, you’ll see that a few people had some suggestions on how I might be able to track Melody down. One kind user mentioned that I should check the directory outside the front door to see if I could find her listed. I’m happy to report this suggestion worked, but not without an awkward moment.

I went outside, scrolled through the directory and found her name; however, there was one other person with the same name…

Melody J

Melody R

Fuck me. I don’t know her last name, and it’s not like they just reveal their apartment number on the directory. It’s a call box, so you have to press a green telephone button and it dials whatever number they put in the system.

Obviously, with 50/50 odds and the well wishes of a handful of redditors, I knew I had to take a chance. For some reason, the letter “R” was standing out to me, so I pressed on Melody R and waited. And it was at that moment, when the ringing began blasting through the speaker, I realized I didn’t know what the fuck I was going to say…for either situation. If it wasn’t the right Melody, what do I say? “Your pizza is here?” And if it was the right Melody, “Hey. Do you know when you might be doing laundry again?”

Three rings in, and a woman’s voice comes through the speaker, “Hello?” I was fairly certain it wasn’t the right Melody just from the hello, but I wanted to make sure.

“Hey, uh…” I had nothing.

“Hello???”

“Are you divorced?” I asked. I have no fucking idea why that was the first thing I thought of. I felt like running away Forrest Gump style in that moment. Not looking back until I had a beard and a group of people following me like Jesus.

“What? No. Who is this?”

“Sorry. Wrong person.” I replied before walking away from the building. Very far away. I was walking away from my own apartment looking like some type of criminal….periodically checking over my shoulder to make sure no one was following me. I walked around the block, got a bag of chips from the gas station, ate the bag of chips, got into some weird conversation with some dude who was walking three dogs, and then I made my way back to the apartment.

I walked up to the door, pressed Melody J and waited for her to pick up.

“Hello?”

“Hey! Uh, so this might be weird, but we met in the laundry room the other day, and…”

“Schrutetune?!” She interrupted me.

“Yes!”

“Are you stalking me?” She laughed.

“I don’t know…I think…maybe?”

“Come up. I’m upstairs, 215.”

I’d like to say I ran up the stairs, kicked in her door and fucked her so hard against the wall that she went right through it like the Kool-Aid Man. But my approach was more timid than that. I slowly climbed the stairs. I tend to overthink everything, so I was trying to imagine every possible scenario that might happen and what my reaction would be. It never helps the situation, so I’m not sure why I do it.

Anyway, there I am…standing outside her door. I knocked and she answered right away. She wore a short, black dress. It had little yellow flower designs scattered all over it. The designs around her chest were stretched, thanks to her magnificent tits. By the way, someone sent me a message and asked if I could share Melody’s celebrity doppelgänger, so I searched around and finally [decided on Kourtney Kardashian](https://imgur.com/muOsHs2). Obviously there are some differences. Their faces aren’t exactly the same, but the body type and skin tone is pretty freaking similar. Melody isn’t quite as fit as Kourtney, but that’s to be expected.

“You found me,” she smiled.

“I did. You’re not easy to track down.” I replied. I noticed her dog sleeping in a little pink dog bed in the corner of the room. “Do you never walk her? I’ve been hanging outside the past few days and I never see you.”

She shrugged, “I walk her plenty, maybe you just have bad timing,” she took a seat on the edge of her bed, which was the only seating option inside her studio apartment. There was not enough room for a couch. Just one huge bed, a dresser, a TV on top of the dresser, side table, the basics, but she did have the walls covered with paintings and her bed had a ridiculous amount of comfy looking pillows, so it felt cozy.

She motioned for me to come join her on the bed. I took a seat next to her. Right next to her. I placed my hand just above her knee, which was about the cutoff mark for her dress.

“You don’t think this is weird?” she asked.

“What part?”

“The part where I sucked your dick inside the laundry room 20 minutes after meeting you?”

“Well, it doesn’t feel *weird*. Unexpected? Maybe.”

“I don’t want to do the whole, ‘I don’t usually do this’ speech, but I don’t, okay? I’m not skipping around from apartment building to apartment building fucking the first guy I see.”

“Okay, I didn’t think that.”

“You’re cute, you made me laugh, and you’re incredibly easy to talk to…that’s why I’m doing this.”

“I agree with all those things,” I smiled.

She leaned in closer to me, pressed her lips softly against my neck, and then ran the tip of her tongue up to my ear, “Then make me cum,” she whispered. Out of the handful of things that have been whispered in my ear throughout my life, that was by far the hottest.

I pushed her down on the bed and shifted my body to face her. I had one leg draped over her, to where my knee was pressed firmly between her legs. For the first time, our lips touched. The kiss became more passionate as the seconds went by. She slid her tongue in my mouth and I sucked on it gently. I began grinding my knee against her pussy, which was still covered loosely by her dress. She thrusted her hips up to match my movement.

My lips moved down to her neck as I brought my hand up to her tits. I squeezed them roughly, and then pulled down her dress. My mouth, which I truly believe I had no control over, went straight to her chest. I kissed all over her tits, making sure to just barely avoid making contact her with her nipples. I continued the teasing until she grabbed the back of my head and guided my mouth to them.

“Ohhh” she moaned softly as I sucked her nipples, circling around them with my tongue and slipping them between my teeth to bite down hard. She let out this half moan/half laugh, and it was the cutest fucking thing ever.

We were both kinda falling off the edge of the bed at this point, so I stood up briefly and pulled her more on the bed. I then took a knee in front of her, placed both my hands on her thighs and spread her legs apart. She wore a grey Calvin Klein thong. I lifted up her dress and disappeared underneath it. My head was completely covered. It was just me, her soft/thick thighs and her beautiful pussy.

I kissed her thighs, slowly working my way up to her thong. I pressed my tongue against the front of it, causing her body to jerk. The wetness from my tongue combined with the wetness from her pussy caused the grey material to turn darker and darker. I slid my hand underneath her dress and pulled her panties to the side, revealing her pussy for the first time. My fingers traced her lips, spending extra time toward the bottom to collect all the wetness.

Once my fingers were coated with her juices, I brought them up to her clit and rubbed gently. Very gently. She moaned, much louder this time. My mouth just hovered over her clit like a drone invading a private air space. I continued to rub softly for 30 seconds or so before I removed my fingers and replaced them with my mouth. My lips had trapped her clit and she was fucking loving it.

“Mmm, fuck yes,” she moaned. Her hips pushed into me as I sucked on her clit. I slid a finger inside her pussy, and then another. I didn’t move them at first. I just wanted to give her the fullness as I continued to suck her clit. Once I felt her getting close, I slid my fingers deeper inside her pussy and added a bit of a flick with the tip of my tongue against her clit.

“You’re gonna make me cum baby,” she said, out of breath. I maintained the rhythm I had going and then felt a rush of wetness surround my fingers inside her pussy. “Fuck, fuck,” she yelled, her hips raised off the bed as I tried my best to keep my mouth pressed firmly against her clit. It felt like I was trying to stay on a bull for eight seconds.

Slowly, I pulled back, my fingers sliding out. She lifted her dress up even more to reveal my face, which was probably glistening with her juices. She smiled and pulled me up toward her, trying to bring me in for a kiss. But instead, I slid my fingers inside her mouth and watched her suck them dry. “I thought you deserved a taste too,” I said.

“So thoughtful,” she laughed and then pushed me off. She instructed me to stand up in front of the bed as she shifted herself to sit on the edge once again. She wasted no time pulling down my pants. My cock was already fully erect at this point, and this time she didn’t tease the head with her tongue, she went straight in. She took my entire length inside her mouth, gagging just barely. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and fucked her mouth. My knees were weak. I legit felt like I was going to pass out.

After a minute or so, I released my grip around her hair and pulled my cock out of her mouth. She looked up at me, her tongue hanging out waiting for more. I grabbed my cock and slapped her cheek with it before sliding it back inside her mouth. She went back to work.

Her lips made a trail of kisses down the side of my dick, going all the way down to my balls. She sucked on them briefly before returning to the head. She twirled her tongue around, “Fuck…” I basically growled. “I’m going to cum,” I warned her. I thought she might remove her mouth and have me cum on her tits or something, which would have obviously been a-okay with me.

But instead, she wrapped her lips around my cock and took every last drop of cum in her mouth. This orgasm had been building for a few days, and I’m already the type who cums a lot, so she got more than a mouthful. A little bit slid out the sides of her mouth. She brought her finger up to catch it. Once she sucked and licked my cock dry, she cleaned off her finger and smiled up at me.

And then she started laughing and pointing behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw her dog hiding out in her closet behind a box of shoes. This dog looked absolutely terrified, like she had just witnessed a murder or something.

We both laughed, I pulled my pants up, she went to pick up her dog and comfort her. We talked for a bit and then I left. We didn’t make any official plans to meet again, but I’m sure it will happen. I have her apartment number and she has mine. All I know is that she is unleashing some sexual beast inside me I didn’t know I had. Up until this point, I’ve only had relationship sex, meaning no hook ups or one night stands. This is a new experience for me and I’m loving it.

And just because a few people asked, [here is another photo](https://i.imgur.com/Li45F0P.jpg) of my dick (sentence I never thought I’d type) this was the after blowjob shower. Gots to clean up ;)

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