[This story was written for the
750 Word Project 2025
. This is my first ever erotic story, please leave some feedback and be friendly and constructive. Thank you to
Cymoril0001
and
Dani Rojas
for assistance in editing. Below this line are exactly 750 words.]
"Ok, well, what are we waiting for? I can't stay long." It was late and Erin, the 50-year-old cougar of my dreams gazed at me across the back seat of my Camry. She's 5'8, curvy, short brown hair, flowing black dress, leather jacket and black boots. Hazel eyes with a devious smile, a tantalizing sight.
My heart was hammering away, palms sweating.
Erin grabbed my face with one hand and pulled me toward her, laying a long passionate kiss lingering on my lips, her other hand in my hair. It felt divine.
My name is Max, a 28 year old with an attachment to the full spectrum of dating apps. Tonight's adventure was a married bi-sexual I met on redhotpie. It's our first time meeting. Erin had been at dinner with her wife and some friends. Our texts had gotten steamy and she insisted on dropping by on her drive home. We're playing in my backseat because I'm not ready for my housemates to see that I'm hooking up with an older woman. It's got a certain nostalgia to it.
I got the feeling Erin was shocked I was interested in her, but honestly, she's really cute and older women are a turn on. I'm not doing any further digging into why.
Erin's hands worked their way through my hair, lingering on my neck, running down my back. Firm, hungry, I felt her need. I returned the fire, with one hand on her hip and the other in her hair. Her perfume was rich and floral, intoxicating. Her tongue explored my mouth and I tangled with it, tasting spearmint.
Erin pulled back from our kiss, her rouge lipstick smearing from it's original shape, her hair a little messed from my hands. We both panted from the sudden heat between us.