Cliche but with a twist.
This was not mine but it might as well be. A young man with a thirst for Milfs and a Milf-next-door who couldn’t help herself.
I met him on Tinder, and he was twenty-four, living on his own in his parents' place. He’d graduated from the US and finished up more school before enlisting in the Korean army when we chatted. As always, the chats turned hot and heavy and he confessed he’d been eyeing a Milf in his apartment.
“I think she likes me,” he said.
“Why?” I asked.
“She’s been wearing short dresses lately and smiling at me,” he said.
“She likes being looked at,” I replied.
“She’s hot for sure. Damn. She has nice legs. Not as curvy as you but she’s hot.”
Guys this age can be dumb when in heat. This one was no different and I was a little surprised to learn he was a pro chess guy. However, it made sense because if you grew up dedicating yourself to one sport, be it physical or mental, socially you’d probably not be as wise.
“So what’s the plan?” I asked.
“I’m going to talk to her,” he said.
God, this guy. So cute when horny. But what do I know? I’d not approached a stranger in real life without dating apps except recently.
Sometimes the easiest thing to do is just to open your mouth.
Days went by and I asked again. “So did you?”
“She kissed me!” He was so excited.
“Woah. Where?”
“In the elevator! We were alone and I talked to her and she kissed me!”
“Is she open too?” I had to know. From what I got, open relationships were rare. However, my population of surveys could be skewed.
“No. It’s a secret.” Damn, this woman was steps ahead of me. Married and cheating. Didn’t they say - don’t P in where you sleep?
“So which floor does she live on?” I asked.
“Next door. We share the same wall.”
“No f-king way.” She won. It took guts. If I wasn’t open, I wouldn’t risk this. “Does she have kids?”
“No.”
That explained everything. Women needed sex too. And when there is a choice piece of young meat next door, why not, right?
The thrill of the chase. Corrupting the young, horny guy, was the best way to get over life’s unhappiness and screw the husband who probably contributed to 50% of that said bad life.
Women these days worked. If she was home with no kids, that meant a few things.
“So what’s next?” I asked.
“We’re going to meet a week from today. In the morning when her husband goes on a business trip.”
“Woah. Sounds like a plan.”
I was excited for him. This was drama coming into true life. I was popping the popcorn and pulling a chair to sit. I had to witness this. The front virtual seat was as close as I could get.
“What are you gonna wear?” I asked.
“Should I shave?” He asked.
Hilarious. “Does she like shaved?”
“I don’t know…what if I cum too fast? The last time I had sex was a year ago. What if I can’t satisfy her? She’s so hot. I jerked off last night thinking of her.”
The dude is so into lust. I could see her having him wrapped around her finger. I giggled thinking of him getting so excited and cumming fast like an adolescent puppy.
Was that why I liked them young?
Lately, I’d been thinking I had enough of the very young. Experience had its benefits. But the most was the ability to edge and knowing how to either cum many times quickly or hold enough for me to have my fun. And not many even the older ones knew how to satisfy a woman or cared enough to.
The Queen can only be benevolent for so long. Weighing the need to corrupt vs. the need to be satisfied. A tough choice to make.
Back to chess boy.
“OMFG!” Came to the text in a few days.
“What? What’s happened?” I asked.
“Her husband read our dirty chats! He knows.”
I could have said — I told you so. My gut told me that this guy was reckless and in their haze to the finish line, and sensing why this Rapunzel was stuck in her condo castle, the husband was no joke.
“So, now what?” I asked.
“I’ve been hiding in my apartment. I’ve not gone out in four days!”
“Are you serious? What about school?” I asked.
“I can take most of the classes online. I told my professors I’m sick.”
“Dude, you have to go out at some point.”
“I called delivery. I’m running out of toilet paper. I tried hearing when he left. What if I see him in the elevator?”
“He probably has 9-5 hours right?” I asked.
“No. He sells medical supplies. His hours are not fixed.”
This was getting ridiculous. “Dude you picked a guy who could come home anytime and catch you in the act?”
“She was coming to my place. She’d pretend to go out and come home after…but the walls are thin.”
Of course, they were. Cheaters would be caught at some point. Karma was fair.
“What am I gonna do? I’m so stressed out! I can’t study. I’m failing my classes. My parents will know if he tells them what I did.”
“Did? You haven’t done it yet.” I pointed out.
“But those texts. They are sex texts. We sent pics and vids. She’s been contacting me. She still wants to fuck.”
Well, all I could think was that the woman was as much to blame and seemed like she was still alive to be this cruel.
I didn’t like her. Selfish, horny bitch.
“I still want to have sex with her,” he said.
“Ofc you do. She is hot and you’re thinking with your dick. Dude. She isn’t the only Milf. You are in so much trouble. It’s not worth wasting your life for one woman who is already taken with an unstable husband. Or she might be unstable too, you know.”
“You have a point…so now what?”
“Go apologize. Get on your knees. You Koreans do that right?” Yeah, thank kdrama for that.
“Tell him it was a mistake and that you’d never go through with it and won’t see or touch her ever.”
“But what if I still want to?” he asked.
“Can you move?” I asked him.
“No. This is my parents’ place.”
“Exactly. Don’t embarrass your parents.” Was he for real? This was the point when the loser was written on his head. I should drop him but the drama was too good to miss.
The next few days of silence and then a DM popped up.
“He wants to meet.”
“So, when? Where?” I asked.
“Tomorrow morning. Outside his door.”
“Good. Grow up and do what you gotta do.”
“Okay…maybe I should wear a helmet.”
“Helmet?” That left me in hysterics. “Helmet?”
“Yes. So if he hits me, my brain won’t be smashed.”
“Good point. A pro chess player shouldn’t lose his head. Wish you thought of that instead of your dick.”
“Not funny.” He hated to be teased.
“But it is! So funny!”
And then there was silence. I shouldn’t have pushed his buttons too much and I missed the climax because of that.
Now I do not know what happened and just when I thought it was the end he appeared in Bumble a year later and we connected again.
“Pro chess guy!” I said the moment our chats started.
“You remembered.”
“Of course! No every guy wears a helmet and confronts an angry husband.”
“Hahaha.”
“So what happened?”
“Nothing much.”
And that was how it went. Him not willing to confide and instead asked for my pics and vids and I not giving them if he didn’t reveal the secrets I wanted.
Yes, what a downer. Not exactly the reason why you read this story to begin with so being a giving Milf, I’d end you with this.
Let’s call it a Fantasy moment.
Close your eyes and imagine this.
I was the hot and dirty Queen instead of that spoilt unstable Rapunzel in that Aparto castle.
Start with our meeting in the elevator. I was wearing a dress — black and summery with lace and a square cut front so you could see my big blooming boobs. A dress length above my knees and raised higher on the back because my wide ass needed more cloth to cover their delectable curves.
“Chess boy right?” I’d say because I’m the cougar and I can’t wait for shy, lusty boys to make the first move.
“Erm…yes.” He looked at me with his glasses and then away. The elevator door closed and from the first to the twenty-second, the same age as his, there was enough time.
I shifted to his side to pretend to check the buttons. He stepped back and I turned to him as I brushed my hand through my hair. The scent of my shampoo and perfume filled the gap between us.
“I know you’re watching me.” I dropped my hand and touched his. Our eyes not leaving each other. Our fingers curled together and he grabbed my hand with one and the other wrapped around my waist.
Tingles everywhere as I looked up, and then stared at his lips, opening mine slowly to breathe. He dropped his head and our lips touched. Both were hungry as we ate each other like beggars needing air.
My hands were treading his hair as I tiptoed to get more of him, pressing my body against his hard chest and legs. Pushing my breasts to him when he released my lips and attacked my breasts. I tilted my head back, he held my waist with both hands, and one hand dropping to grab my ass as my nipples popped from my dress (I didn’t wear a bra) and took one rose nipple at a time in his lips, sucking hard on my sexy pebbles as I moaned.
Eighteen, nineteen… I stepped back, took his hand, and brought him under my skirt. Fingers smoothly up my thick silky thighs and then to the wetness of my folds. (No panties)
Twenty, twenty-one…
Twenty-two…“Another time,” I said with my sexy, breathless voice and stepped out.