This is a continuation of this series, if you don't read at least part 1, you probably won't understand the setting very well. Also, I always read through these before I post them, but I still miss things. I appreciate constructive criticism about my stories, but grammatical critiques are pointless once this story is posted. I can't change anything. I hope you, like me, can deal with a few grammatical errors for the enjoyment of the greater story.
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Mike awoke the next morning in the same chair he had presided in the night before. He heard a knock on the door and figured that was what woke him. In a sleepy haze, he stood up and shuffled to the door. Aahna and Sophie were gone and the cum was cleaned up. He started to wonder if last night was all a dream.
Typically, when he opened the door to his apartment, he at least put a robe on if he didn't know who was there. But in his grogginess, he flipped the deadbolt and opened the door wide. His landlady Stephanie Myers was there. She was a tall with red hair that stretched down a little past her shoulders. She had a trim body that was typically hidden by business professional type clothes.
Mike had only met her once when he first signed the lease for his apartment. She had the same angry look on her face that she had the day he moved in. There was a term for what she had, but he was too sleepy to remember. Resting something face. Regardless, as the haze finally started to lift, he noticed more than just a look of consternation on her face.
She seemed to be going back and forth between irritated, embarrassed, pleased, and turned on. She also had trouble not glancing down at Mike's crotch.
Stephanie finally spoke in her typical cold annoyed voice. "Couldn't you at least put on some clothes to answer the door?"
Mike finally came back to reality and was about to apologize and duck into his bedroom to get a robe. But then he heard Aahna's voice behind him. "No, this is his apartment, and he can wear whatever he wants." She slipped passed him with a gentle hand on his back.
She had apparently just stepped out of the shower. Her dark hair was wet and plastered down. She was also wearing nothing but a towel. She stepped in front of him and continued in an authoritative voice. "In fact, I have that same option."
From behind, Mike saw her open her towel and flash Ms. Myers. Rage and disgust flashed across the woman's face as she couldn't help but glance down at the beautiful east Indian's naked body. Then, to Mike's enjoyment, she dropped the towel to the floor. He couldn't help but stare at the beads of water that still freckled her tan back and tight butt. Even after last night, he couldn't help but getting another erection.
"He could at least wear something when answering the door." Ms. Myers sneered.
"Are you attempting to discriminate against Mike because of his disability?"
Surprisingly to Mike, a brief moment of panic flashed across his landlady's face, before she put on the fakest smile he had ever seen. She spoke through greeted teeth. "No, of course not. I just thought he might be more comfortable."
Aahna turned for the first time and Mike got to see her fully naked form for the first time today. He was instantly rock hard. She knelt down and gently took Mike's shaft into her dainty hand. "Do you really think something this big and sensitive would feel more comfortable under clothes?"
Teeth still clenched, "I guess not."
Aahna took Mike into her mouth and gave him one quick bob of her head, before turning back to Ms. Myers. I have a hard time believing you are as accommodating to disabilities as your website claims."
The rage in Ms. Myers eyes was fierce as she watched Aahna consume Mike. "I will personally do anything in my power to accommodate all of my tenants."
Aahna's lips made a popping sound as she pulled off of Mike. "Then take off your top."
"What!" Ms. Myers couldn't help but nearly shout.
"It's obvious that he is full and needs to be drained. Showing him your breasts would help facilitate that."
Mike wanted to object and save the woman's modest, but he was so stunned by the conversation, that he couldn't speak. Stephanie just stood there starring for several seconds. "I could call me dad so that he could go over the law with you again if you would like."
"No!" Ms. Myers interjected. "I mean, we don't have to get him involved." Another few seconds lapsed, before she finally started to unbutton her gray sports coat. Not having anywhere to put it, she folded it and sat it on the ground beside her. Then, with shaky hands, she began unbuttoning her white dress shirt.