It's a fantasy that is seemingly so common amongst virile younger men that it might not even be taboo at this point. While a generation before had Mrs. Robinson in The Graduate, mine had Stifler's Mom in American Pie and it seemed as though the MILF craze had exploded. Now, I'm not one to get wrapped up in the latest trends, but the MILF, or "Cougar" trend seemed like something I could really get into. As it would turn out for me, I wouldn't be following a trend after all. Rather, my sexual attraction towards more mature women stayed with me far beyond any passing trends. Now, as I find myself frequently thinking back on these experiences, I've been compelled to tell this story first, as my very first submission to lit. Every last word is true.
Kim wasn't my first older woman, but she's one that makes for an entertaining and highly erotic tale. Before I had even met her, I'd heard of her from a friend of mine when he would boast about the older woman he was regularly fucking. So, in a way, I was surprised that he agreed when I asked him to let me have her phone number. If he told me at the time why he was done with her I can't remember the reason now, but I was more than happy to pick up where he left off.
I decided to reach out with a text, having no idea what to expect or if I should expect anything at all. Ordinarily, my first text to anyone would be cordial, polite and appropriate for all audiences. But, emboldened by the fact that I knew this text was an unsolicited advance at an older woman who I knew had a taste for a younger suitor, and appetites of which I had heard first-hand, I decided to forgo any thought of playing things safely. I introduced myself and told her where I had gotten her number, letting her know that, with his blessing, I'd be more than happy to pick up where he had left off and make sure that she needn't go without a virile lover in his absence. I was shocked that it worked when I got her response.
It didn't take long for her to agree to meet me at a bar in the suburbs. I took a cab, finding out later that she had come in her minivan. There was instant attraction when she finally joined me at the bar where I had been waiting and suffering through a karaoke night for what seemed like an eternity. She was petite, maybe 5'2" and had a small frame with smaller tits, blonde hair, her age only showing itself in her face, which was attractive with defined bone structure, full lips and enhanced by the make-up she had applied. I'd say she was in her mid forties. We embraced with a hug and I inhaled her perfume. Between the make-up, perfume and the way she had dressed herself in sexy boots and a revealing top over tight jeans, it was very clear that she had prepared herself for more than just a few drinks and a chat.
I don't remember what we talked about and it's just not even important. We both knew we weren't there to size up the other as a potential real partner, so it was unlike any more traditional date. We were both there for the drinks to break the ice and lower inhibitions. She must have had five or six mixed drinks and I had downed at least as many beers before we left. Thin and petite, the booze was hitting her hard and she asked me to drive us to my place in her minivan. Drunk and horny, her hands were all over my crotch, legs and chest as I drove her family vehicle to my bachelor pad. Everything that made the situation at hand feel completely wrong only made my lust grow.
The minivan parked on my street, I held her hand as I guided her up the exterior stairs leading to my second floor apartment. She held my arm as I unlocked the door and led her inside where she took a seat on the sofa as I prepared two more drinks that we would never finish when alcohol took a back burner to our sexual appetites. I had none of the hesitation that usually comes with making the first move and I pulled her close to me and our lips came together with a first kiss. In seconds, our lips had parted, my tongue and hers connecting as the rhythm of our breath turned urgent, each speaking more without words than we had ever spoken to this point.
By the time I freed my left hand to begin to explore her finely aged body, that small first kiss had become aggressive and nearly combative. Quickly, I discovered that Kim did not kiss like a woman might a man with whom she shares in love. She began to kiss me as though we had become adversaries, sparring and striking my lips, neck and ears with nips that turned into bites. In turn, I dropped any and all semblance of restraint and tenderness, instead beginning to rip at her clothes as I removed them and biting back with my teeth on her neck. She had become completely animalistic as I clawed back against her body, bare flesh at this point after I ripped from her all but the thong that barely covered her cunt. What had been breathing became panting and then guttural moaning and growls as my hand covered her mound, still covered by the thong, pressing firmly against her sex. Taking the front in a fist, I rip the thong down to her knees when she goes still. Her breathing becomes rapid and shallow. I feel her entire body revert to a state of near serenity, and as I look up and our eyes meet I can see that the animal is still inside her.
Her entire slit is literally sopping with her wetness which seems to be nearly flowing out from within her and quickly coats my fingers that now run up and down her swollen lips and rub her in slow, deliberate circles. I can tell that the animal within her will return at any moment but for now she only bucks and gyrates her hips against my hand, my fingers now exploring what turns out to be an opening that goes beyond warmth to a level of heat that only matches her intensity. I use my free hand to push her thong down to her feet and she kicks it from her foot and sends it across the room. Kim is purring in the manner of a lioness, and seems nearly dazed while lost in the pleasure of my hand on her cunt. Sliding myself off of the couch, I spread her legs with both arms, grabbing her by the calves and put my face between her thighs. Spread out before me, her completely bare flower is swollen and her labia parts with her legs, revealing a clit and opening, pink and glistening with her natural lubrication, still seeming to flow from within her.
