Startled, she opened her eyes, sitting up quickly as she looked around for her clothing to cover her naked breasts. She was coming down rapidly from or orgasmic bliss that this man had just shown her. Where was that clapping coming from she wondered as she looked around for her t-shirt. Where did that damn thing go? She spied it hanging from a nearby bush and jumped up to retrieve it.
"No need to do that" she heard from behind her. She grabbed the shirt, covering herself as she turned to watch two men approaching them.
"So you are holding out on us uh Bob?"
So his name was Bob, this man who had just licked and sucked her pussy to orgasm. She looked over at him still kneeling on the ground, not having moved.
"Oh hi guys, how long you been standing there?"
"Long enough to see that you found our woman" stated the talker. "Did you have any intent of introducing us perhaps?"
Bob just looked at his friend, then at the woman. "Well, I didn't quite get her name."
"I see that you didn't quite have time for small talk I guess." Bob's friend closed the few paces toward her and reached out his hand. "Hi, I'm Scott. I, no we, apologize for clapping. It seemed like the thing to do at the time."
She took his hand. It was a strong hand. As she held her hand for him he joined her with his left hand as well and just held it there as she held the t-shirt with her free hand, attempting, somewhat unsuccessfully, to cover her naked breasts. She raised her eyes to meet his. Scott; a nice name Scott. He had a full head of hair, unlike Bob. He was completely grey but it was a young looking frock on a young looking face above a trim body at about six foot she guessed.
"The quiet one back here is Matt. We're both friends of Bob here, or at least I think we are. We're here for work, how about you?"
"Just visiting" came her reply."
"So what is your name?"
She pondered the answer. Did she really want them to know her name? What if they were stalkers? What if they somehow found out where she lived and wouldn't leave her alone? What if they found out where she worked? She decided for discretion and used a name of a friend. She laughed to herself as she repeated that thought. Yes discretion would be the word of the day as she stood there holding a shirt over her flushed breasts in cotton shorts that were sopping wet from her earlier excitement.
"My name is Debbie."
"Nice to meet you, Debbie. And if you don't mind me saying it has been really nice seeing you. Did Bob here tell you what we have been doing tonight?"
Hesitantly she responded "you mean your sight seeing?"
"I suppose you could call it that. I have to tell you Debbie that watching you doing your guy upstairs was just about the hottest thing I've ever seen. I should have never let Bob go look for you himself. I should have come over here myself. I sure wish now I had and frankly seeing you now you are just so much hotter than what I could see from our hotel room into your hotel. You are an absolute Milf."
"A Milf?"
"Yes, a Mother I'd like to Fuck is what it stand for."
"Oh, well I only have step kids."
"I think that still qualifies, but if not, then I'd just say you are Cougar material for sure."
"What's that mean" she asked as she began to wonder why she was standing there even having this conversation but at the same time finding herself liking that this man had called her a Milf.
"A Cougar is a middle age woman who is on the prowl for younger men because she knows how hot she is, knows how horny she can make men like me, knows that she can teach men some things and goes after it for the pure joy of sexual pleasure."
"I'm not a Cougar. I'm just a mature woman caught by circumstance of this evening."
"I beg to differ. First you are upstairs banging away at your guy and then you come down here and you suck Bob off swallowing his cum and then he sucks your pussy till you cum. I'd say that's a Cougar."
