Chapter 103 My New Milf Neighbor (1)

• My living room was my sanctuary, all sleek lines and modern vibes—black leather couch, glass coffee table, neon lights casting a blue glow over the hardwood floor. I was in my zone, shirtless, my brown skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat, my pink shorts riding low, showing off my muscular thighs as I vibed to my new single, Infinite Love. The beat was fire, all smooth R&B with a sexy edge, blasting through my boom box, shaking the walls of my chic apartment. I was singing at the top of my lungs, my voice raw and soulful, my dreads bouncing, my hands in the air, feeling every lyric. “Infinite love, baby, you’re my drug…” I belted, my abs flexing, my dick stirring in my shorts just from the high of the music. Being an upcoming artist was all hustle, but moments like this? Pure fucking magic.
• Then a sharp knock cut through the beat, loud and insistent, like someone meant business. I froze, mid-note, my heart skipping. “Shit,” I muttered, grabbing the remote to pause the music, the sudden silence deafening. I ran a hand over my dreads, wiping sweat from my brow, and padded to the door, my bare feet soft on the floor. My shorts were tight, hugging my thighs, my dick print obvious, but I wasn’t expecting company, so fuck it. I swung the door open, and—holy fucking hell—my jaw damn near hit the floor.
• There she was, my new neighbor, and fuck, she was a straight-up MILF, the kind you dream about but never expect to see in real life. She was all curves, her busty chest straining against a white tank top, no bra, her nipples poking through the thin fabric like they were begging for attention. Her black shorts were so tight they barely covered her huge, round ass, the cheeks peeking out, jiggling slightly as she shifted her weight. Her full lips were glossy, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, her brown eyes sharp but smoldering, like she knew exactly what she was doing to me. My dick twitched hard, my mouth dry, my heart pounding in my chest.