I smiled. "Give me two minutes."
I left the door open as they stood there—Tiffany smirking, Brittany biting her lip—and rushed inside.
My trolley bag was already packed from earlier. I just threw on cargo pants—loose enough for comfort on the long ride—and a simple comfy t-shirt. Phone in pocket, bag in hand, locked the door behind me.
We headed to the elevator together—Tiffany, Brittany, and me from the third floor. It wasn’t even 11 yet; they liked being early, part of their yearly routine. The synergy was obvious—they’d done this trip enough times to have it down perfect.
Down in the lobby, the group was gathering.
Lily and Autumn were already there with their bags—Lily in cargo pants that hugged her perfect ass, red t-shirt casual but sexy; Autumn in a short skirt showing off those toned, thick gym thighs.
We joined them on the lobby sofas.
Then the Asian couple approached—the Vietnamese pair Lily had mentioned before.
The husband, Mr. Tran, carried the trolley bag—skinny, not tall, early 40s, polite smile. Behind him walked his wife.
Damn.
Lan was short, but thick in all the right ways—different charm from the taller MILFs. She wore a long, tight gray one-piece dress that clung like a second skin, boobs jiggling heavy with every step, thick thighs rubbing together, ass swaying full and hypnotic.
I couldn’t stop staring.
She caught me looking—blushed deep but smiled shy, waving small.
I waved back, grinning.
"Hey, Mr. Tran," I said, offering a handshake.
He took my hand in a firm shake. "You must be Alex," he said with a polite nod—probably knew my name from Lily’s list of everyone coming on the trip.
"Yes, that’s me," I replied, smiling back.
"Meet my wife, Lan," he said as she stepped closer.
Up close, her thickness hit harder—short but packed with curves, dress straining over her chest and hips.
"Hey, Lan," I said, shaking her soft hand. Our fingers lingered a second—she blushed harder, eyes flicking down shy.
Her boobs were massive in that dress—way tighter than the others’ comfy travel clothes.
She was dressed to turn heads.
And she was turning mine.
Her husband skinny beside her—I wondered if he could even get past those thick folds properly. Didn’t matter.
My dick was already stirring—fully recharged after the nap, ready for whatever this trip threw at me.
This Asian MILF was really shy—shyer than all the ladies here. She kept glancing at me, quick little looks, blushing every time our eyes met. I always smiled back, slow and knowing. Damn, I wanted to see how far she’d go when I broke that shyness completely—turn her into a begging mess for my cock in that thick, juicy ass hidden under the tight dress.
She kept looking while her husband was busy staring at his phone, clueless.
Lily was outside calling the cab drivers, checking where they were.
Soon, after a little waiting, the cabs arrived—two of them lining up outside the glass lobby entrance.
We all grabbed our trolley bags and headed out. Only me and Mr. Tran were the males in the group—and he didn’t even count. No way he could compete with me filling these MILFs.
Two 5-seaters—perfect for seven people.
"Mom, we need to wait for her," Brittany said louder to Tiffany.
"Yeah, baby, we’re just loading bags," Tiffany replied. "We’re not leaving yet."
"How long is she gonna take?" Lily asked, like she knew who was coming.
"She’ll be here any second," Brittany said, checking her phone.
I had no idea what they were talking about. Was this everyone?
"Here she is!" Brittany said excited, waving and jogging closer.
And there she was—this Colombian girl with that perfect caramel skin tone, long curly hair bouncing, wearing a tight crop top and tiny denim shorts.
God—her thighs were toned and thick, sexy as hell, shorts riding high enough to show the curve where they met her ass. The crop top hugged her flat stomach and full tits, putting even the MILFs to shame. Same age as Brittany, but damn—she looked delicious in the night light, glowing under the lobby lamps.
"You took so long!" Brittany laughed, linking arms with her as she walked up slow with her trolley bag.
"My mom dropped me a little far," she said, smiling bright. "Hey, Tiffany!"
"Welcome, Gloria," Tiffany called. Then to the group: "Hey guys, this is Brittany’s BFF Gloria—I told you she’s coming with us."
"Hi, Gloria—nice to have you," Lily said warmly.
Oh—so this was Brittany’s best friend. Lily must’ve made an exception since they were tight. Only building residents allowed normally, but whatever.
I wasn’t complaining one bit. She looked smoky hot.
Gloria looked at me—eyes lingering, then giggled and whispered something in Brittany’s ear.
What the fuck were they talking about?
Brittany whispered back, and they both turned—looking me up and down slow, lusty smiles spreading.
Damn. Whatever Brittany was planning with her friend, I was ready.
This trip just got a whole lot spicier.
Now we were eight people—bags loaded quick into the trunks of the two cabs, everyone shuffling to board.
Mr. Tran called shotgun in one car, his wife Lan sliding into the back seat, glancing at me with that shy but hungry look, like she wanted me right next to her for the ride to the station. I smiled back but held off—didn’t want to make the guy lose his mind this early by taking his wife’s attention too obviously.
The other MILFs kept eyeing me—subtle (and not so subtle) glances, trying to figure out where I’d sit, each wanting the seat next to me for that short cab ride. I could see it on their faces: the thrill of having me close, even just for the drive, thighs brushing, "accidental" touches.
But I waited—letting everyone board first.
Mr. Tran called from the front again, "We’re getting late—everyone get in fast!"
This motherfucker talked like he owned the trip, like he was the most important person here. I smirked inwardly. I’d make him so wrong soon enough.
The MILFs looked at each other—quick, competitive—who’d grab the spot next to me first?