Chapter 96: Unexpected MILF was Down Bad

“Umm… yeah, Alex… I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I should take a walk,” she said soft, voice breathy and low, eyes still flicking down to my bulge, then up to my face, then down again—blushing deeper but not looking away, like she couldn’t help herself.

Fuck—the way her nightdress clung to her thick curves made my dick jolt hard while walking, twitching obvious under the shorts. She saw it—eyes widening a little more, impressed, lips parting subtle as she stared longer.

Man, I wanted to fuck this thick Asian MILF right here in the doorway while her husband slept inside her room—grab those massive boobs straining the nightdress, suck them like mad, squeeze the hell out of her thick thighs until she begged quiet.

But for now, I focused on this MILF conductor—I couldn’t let this piece of ass go to waste.

The conductor called ahead—”Here, just a few rooms ahead”—trying to sound normal, but her voice came out a little breathy, glancing back quick at me, catching the heat.

“I’ll meet you in the morning,” I said to Lan, passing her door slow—turning slight so she got the full side view, the length obvious, the thickness straining. I made sure she saw exactly how big and hard my dick was—wanted her to crave it, finger herself all night thinking about this cock stretching her.

She watched us pass by—giving us space, standing frozen in the doorway—but eyes locked on my dick the whole time, breath quick, nipples poking harder through the thin nightdress.

The lady conductor led me on—glancing back again, catching Lan staring, her own cheeks flushing a little now.

“Is that lady your neighbor?” she asked, voice curious, walking slower like she wanted to drag this out.

“Yeah, we live in the same building,” I said casual—I didn’t care about explaining right now. I cared about her ass—thick cheeks jiggling with every step, pants hugging so tight the seam disappeared deep between them, making me throb harder just watching.

Then soon we reached a door—marked “Authorized Personnel Only.”

It must’ve been the small staff room she was given while on duty—private, quiet. She pulled out the keycard from her tight pants pocket, fingers brushing her thigh as she did, hips shifting just enough to make her ass jiggle subtle.

She swiped it—door clicking open—and smiled at me slow, gesturing with her head. “After you.”

I stepped in after her—room same size as our roomettes, cozy but functional: a narrow bed against one wall, small table with some papers and a radio, locker in the corner, dim overhead light casting soft shadows.

“Let me get out the fine slip,” she said, trying to keep professional, voice a little breathy as she glanced back at my bulge one more time.

But I knew better—this wasn’t about tickets anymore.

She turned to a drawer—bending slight, ass pushing out perfect in those navy pants, cheeks round and full, fabric stretching shiny. She rummaged slow, acting like she was looking for whatever the hell “fine slip,” but her movements were distracted, hips shifting.

I looked at her ass from behind—my god, mouth watering, dick throbbing painful. The way her thick asscheeks filled the pants, seam disappearing deep between them—I wanted to rip them apart and shove my dick deep, make her forget her name.

I started conversation casual—”Hey… we didn’t get each other’s name?”

She glanced back—smiling soft, still “searching.” “Oh, yes… I’m Heather. What’s yours?”

“I’m Alex,” I said low, moving closer slow—so my dick was inches from the side of her ass now, not touching yet but close enough she felt the heat.

“Nice to meet you,” she said, voice softer, eyes dropping to my bulge again from close.

“Are you married?” I asked, stepping even closer.

“Yes… twenty years, happily married,” she said, smiling back at me, but not missing the bulge, cheeks flushing faint.

“That’s great,” I said, now close enough my dick brushed the side of her hip light—testing.

She realized it—body tensing a second, but didn’t pull away, just looked down at it quick, then back to the drawer.

“You can’t find the fine slip, huh?” I teased, pressing closer—dick touching her ass now firm, rubbing subtle against the fabric.

“Yeah… I just can’t find it,” she said frustrated, but her body betrayed her—leaning back slight into me, ass pressing firmer, breath quicker. She couldn’t think straight anymore—wouldn’t find anything like this.

“You need to relax, Heather,” I said low, putting my left hand on her left shoulder—I was standing on her right side, bulge touching her ass firm now, trying to “console” her with a slow massage, fingers pressing into the tense muscle.

“Yeah… you’re right,” she sighed, relaxing a little under my touch. “I just take my duty too seriously.”

Then she looked down at my bulge—which was now poking her ass firmly as my hand worked her shoulder.

“It must be hurting, right?” she asked, smiling soft, eyes lingering on the thick outline in my shorts, voice dropping lower, a little husky now.

“Oh, yes it is,” I said, pressing closer subtle—dick brushing her hip deliberate, letting her feel the heat through the fabric.

“It’s my fault,” she said, voice breathier, cheeks flushing faint. “You three were… getting on it, and I disturbed you.”

She knew—eyes darkening with that mix of shock and heat, lips parting subtle.

“Is one of them your girlfriend?” she asked, trying to sound casual but curious, eyes flicking back to my bulge, then up to my face.

“Don’t worry about that,” I said, massaging her shoulder a little more—thumbs digging deeper into the tense muscle, making her lean back into me slow, body relaxing under my hands.

“Ahhh…” she moaned soft, eyes fluttering closed for a second, head tilting to give me more access. “I’m so tense…”

“Heather, why do you work so hard at your age?” I asked low, guessing early 40s from her mature curves and the confidence under the uniform.

“I have to, Alex,” she said, opening up more, body melting into my touch, shoulders dropping. “You know the economy—just one person’s salary isn’t enough to run the household… and I have to pay for my son’s college tuition.”

“You have a son?” I said, moving closer—dick touching hard to her ass now, rubbing slow between her cheeks through the pants.

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