Chapter 112: MILFs at Beach

I woke up some hours later—feeling refreshed, body loose and light. I sat on the bed under the nice blankets, finally looking around the room I’d missed when I crashed here quick for sleep. Left the views for later—just wanted to feel rested first.

"Slept so good," I said out loud, stretching long, yawning big, arms high as my back cracked.

Room was good—nice ambience, clean and cool, first floor with a big balcony letting in soft light. Sun was out strong, day looking perfect already.

I stood up—slipped on the room slippers—and went to the balcony door, opened it wide, stepped out to the railing.

Damn... view was awesome. Beach stretched out below, sand white and shining, sea deep blue sparkling, trees green along the edge, seagulls circling overhead, people tiny on the shore. Looked like just a couple minutes walk away.

Nice breeze blowing cool off the water, salt air fresh in my face. I took it all in deep—standing there a minute, hands on the railing, smiling.

I was really at the beach with all the MILFs from my building. Train ride last night was something else—Heather especially, thick and needy. I had her number saved. Damn, I really wanted to fuck her ass—thick, juicy, begging for it. Lol, even in front of this amazing view, I was thinking about a thick ass. What have I become?

Then my phone rang—left on the bedside table from when I was sleeping

I went back inside quick, grabbed it off the table, and headed right back out to the balcony.

It was Michael calling.

I picked up. "Hey, Michael."

"Dude, I’m coming to your place—let’s hang out, and introduce me to some MILF in your building," he said straight, voice full of that horny energy.

This motherfucker—calling early in the day talking about MILFs. Well, who is he to blame? I was the same—thinking about thick asses and MILFs even with this perfect beach view in front of me.

"Bro... I forgot to tell you," I said normal, leaning back on the railing. "I’m at the beach with people from the building."

"Dude... you didn’t tell me anything about that, motherfucker—what are you up to?" he asked, knowing full well I was up to no good, laughing already.

"Just a beach trip with some thick-ass horny MILFs, bro... nothing special," I said casual, grinning at the sea. "What are you up to?"

"Motherfucker... don’t rub salt on my wounds asking what I’m up to," he groaned dramatic, half-laughing half-crying. "You could’ve invited me, bro—we would’ve lined them all up and had our dicks sucked together. You’re not a real bro."

"It was all so sudden, man... and it was only available to people living in the building," I said—though Gloria got a pass somehow. Not like I’d actually suggest him coming, lol. All these MILFs were mine.

"And here I am... gonna fap all weekend," he complained. "I got nothing, man."

"Just go out and find girls, bro," I laughed. "If you keep sitting in your room playing games, a girl isn’t gonna drop from the sky and suck your dick accidentally."

"Yeah yeah... just laugh at me, bro," he said, fake hurt.

"I’ll call you later, Michael," I said. "I got beaches to surf... and bitches to fuck."

I cut the call—phone down, shaking my head laughing.

Couldn’t waste time with that MF.

I had all the MILFs in the world to waste my time with—thick, horny, waiting down on the beach.

I got ready quick—took a dump, brushed my teeth, splashed water on my face. No need for a full shower; I was gonna jump in the sea soon anyway, maybe grab some MILF’s tits for "life support."

I dug through my suitcase—pulled out beach shorts, no underwear of course, always ready for action—and a Hawaiian shirt I left open, buttons undone to show off my chest a little. Slipped black shades in the shirt pocket for later.

I was ready—and feeling sexy.

Locked the room behind me, headed down the stairs. The beach house was nice—spacious, open feel, high ceilings, big windows letting in light.

Lily said it was private, but in the lobby I spotted some people—guests checking in, staff around. Who the fuck were they? Didn’t matter.

I walked to the reception counter—and damn, I froze.

Behind it sat a MILF—I could only see her from the top at first, and her boobs looked kinda juicy, really something different, full and straining her top.

I thought I should work my magic on her—it was gonna be a long weekend anyway, and more MILFs the merrier.

"Hey... nice beach house," I said casual, getting closer to the counter, leaning in a little.

She was looking at her phone—glanced up sudden, smiled warm, and stood.

"Good morning, sir... you’re with Lily’s group, right?" she said, voice smooth and friendly.

And when she stood—full view hit me. I just stood there looking.

Now I knew why her boobs looked so juicy and different from far—she was pregnant, belly rounded nice under her loose dress, not fat, real bump, probably 6 or 7 months, making her tits even fuller, skin glowing.

She was wearing a full sundress—light and flowy, the kind that hugged her every curve just right, thin fabric clinging soft to her pregnant belly, rounding out proud and smooth, highlighting the swell perfect.

The dress dipped low at the neck, showing deep cleavage from her fuller tits.

She was thick everywhere—hips wide, ass curving out behind the counter, face pretty with that pregnant glow, dark hair tied back loose.

My dick twitched instant—pregnant MILF at reception? Fuck, this trip kept getting better.

"Yeah... Lily’s group," I said, smiling back, eyes flicking down quick then up. "You work here?"

She laughed soft—hand on her belly subtle. "I own the place with my husband... but he’s out today. I handle check-ins."

I leaned on the counter casual. "Must be nice... living right on the beach."

"Yes, it is," she said soft, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, smiling pretty. Being pregnant really made her beauty shine—skin glowing golden, a little tanned from the sun, probably from going out on the beach daily, cheeks flushed natural, eyes bright and warm.

Then suddenly someone called from behind—"Hey, Alex, young man... why aren’t you on the beach?"