COUGAR: An older female, usually over age 30, that seek out much younger men for sexual and/or other types of encounters.
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Marla was always a competitive and ambitious woman; when she set her sights on something, she would go after it--however subtle or outright it may be.
Still beautiful at 41 with long blond hair, beautiful blue eyes, curvaceous hips, and natural 38D breasts, she still got a few glances here and there from men of all ages on the street.
But apparently, it hadn't been enough to hang on to her scumbag of a now ex-husband.
Married for twenty years, much as she had had the opportunity presented to her many times over, Marla never slept around on Nick.
It certainly hadn't been the case for Nick; Marla had come in early from her party planning business and had found her husband upstairs with a twenty year old coed bouncing on his cock while he sucked on her tits, which were certainly nowhere near the size of Marla's.
She would find out that the coed hadn't been the first girl he'd cheated on Marla with; it turned out he'd seen other women on and off the whole time they had been married.
It was a time like this that Marla was glad they hadn't had kids; what she knew now, a man whore like Nick wasn't worthy of her, much less any offspring.
Catching him with the coed slut was the final straw; Marla filed for divorce the next day, taking Nick for practically everything but his balls, thanks to her being able to get the best attorney in town.
Divorced and horny, with no serious man in her life, the occasional guy her age she'd pick up specifically for sex and her vibrator weren't doing it for her anymore.
Perhaps a hot young stud would satisfy her. But where to find one?
And then one night, Marla saw the man she wanted while watching a wrestling show with her best friend.
Five foot ten, 200 pounds, hazel eyes and black hair, she couldn't take her eyes off the screen when Paul came on for a match.
Marla couldn't help but notice he had a fantastic body without being overly muscled, that he moved smoothly yet quickly.
The tights he had worn outlined both his tight ass and the appearance of a very well-endowed cock.
Marla was in immediate lust; she wanted him, and one way or another, she was going to meet the hot guy she'd seen earlier on her TV screen.
First, she had found out as much as she could about him online, scanning as many websites as she could, finding that he was both twenty seven and single at one point.
Perfect.
When it came out that a pay per view was scheduled to be shown from her city a few weeks later and Paul was listed on the card, she had blown over $500 on a front row ticket purchased from a broker.
Marla was not only determined to meet this young, sexy stud, but one way or another, she was also going to get him into bed. Or the back seat. Or a hotel room. Whatever.
If she didn't know much about wrestling, she figured out enough to know that these guys traveled a lot and no doubt got horny, and screwing fans was very common.
Oh yeah, this guy would be easy, she thought.
The night of the pay per view, Marla prepared meticulously, dressing sexy in a short black skirt, lacy black bra and thong, a blouse that showed off her magnificent cleavage, and black sheer hold up stockings.
The perfect 'fuck me' outfit, without being overly slutty.
She looked as hot as any of the younger female fans there and she knew it, getting appreciative stares from some of the men as they signed autographs in the parking lot before they had to go into the arena.
Marla then spied Paul getting out of his rental car, or rather, he spied her.
She could see that he was trying not to be so obvious that he had checked her out by going over to another group of people first before he managed to work his way over to her.
They chatted for a few moments, Paul taking a few sneaky glances at her cleavage, before he said he had to get inside.
"Fine," she winked. "See you from the front row."
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It was a better show that she had thought it would be; so far, the $500 bucks had been worth it.
Marla had found out from a few younger women where the guys hung out after the show; it was at a hotel bar that was just across the street.
She headed on over and managed to find a table in one of the dark corners of the lounge.