Alexa Dial Caden

Don't fool yourself when focusing on me.

This jaguar woman is indulging in reveries over a morning caffè latte that would create cheek blushing on much younger females. You may have thought that the over 50 mindset was crowded exclusively with thoughts about stunning sunsets, one's health, and the tittle-tattle of neighborhood and social circles. Not so much -- at least from my perspective!

Caden texted me back. I have about an hour before he arrives for our appointment. Harboring a predilection for sexual pleasure, Jaguar Lady is very much anticipating his arrival. It's undeniably been a while. I lift that coffee cup to my painted lips and swaddle myself in a cocoon of memories playing against my sitting room's immersion in soft background music.

Introspection On Sweet Sixteen - Actually Sweet Fifteen

My very first dalliance careened into a smooch-and-park session all played out in a maroon colored 1960's souped up Chevy. In my introduction to the "zipper down" experience, my dude-date placed his hand over mine, and moved both of our fingers to firmly throttled his shaft. Guiding my hand with his, the up and down motions began initially at a slow, cock stroking pace, until he leaned back behind the steering wheel, picked up his rhythm, then let IT happen! His prick exploded and sticky stuff coated both of our hands. Dude's undershirt daubed up his cum, and I'm sure he tossed that baby before returning home. Fuck! I didn't know what was going on; my mom never discussed this. I thought that reaching the sexual apex of womanhood was beginning my menstrual cycles. I was clueless as to how men played into this.

Forget going to the movies or the local diner. The follow-on dark night parking session was much bolder when his "constant companion" hard-on emerged to play. He asked that I bend down and kiss it. Kiss it? I did -- but just a little peck on the head. No! Really kiss it was what this dude was insisting. He asked me to open my mouth so that his woody could slide inside -- but don't bite him, he cautioned. With my mouth cupped firmly around his shaft, it was him -- not me, that created a cadence of up and down movement. My lips clamped his dick tightly inside my mouth, as his gyrations became increasingly aggressive against my tongue. At one point I choked on my saliva. But he was well beyond the point of caring! Then IT happened again. I felt a salty, warm spurt inside my mouth and spit it out as best I could. Of course, some of that went down my throat, tasting my first dude cum all the way home!

At sixteen, I had no idea what to call these encounters, but instinctively knew that I had been a very bad girl both nights! I also noticed when I returned home, peeling off my clothes for a quick shower, that my panty crotch was so gooey moist! After that, I wondered if men demanded this sort of act?! No! To the teenage mind, that just couldn't be true. It took me awhile to figure out that the correct answer should have been "Yes"! Since then and throughout my life, my blow job experiences have been varietal, like wines. To this day, I luxuriate in splashes of cum and tastes of creampies.

As I anticipate Caden's appointment, it's a second cup of latte and another reverie that ensnares Mademoiselle Jaguar's imagination.

Introspection On The Art Of Oral

As a college newbie, I recall what a neophyte I was to the sex game and its many maneuvers. I did well in academia, but was socially withdrawn in my first semester venture from home. However, I did befriend a boy and we hung out in the dormitory lounge; giggled; French kissed quite a bit; and, engaged in body rubbing rhythms on Friday night dance floors. But, there was always the innocence of an evening good-bye kiss and gentlemanly departure at the dormitory door. Afterall, the house mother had her eyes laser focused on those front steps.

Over the holiday break, I boldly invited Greg to my parent's lakeside home, never giving my invitation a second thought, as it would mean a tedious drive across the state. I just knew that wouldn't happen. Well, it did, and mom graciously put my gentleman friend up in the guest bedroom.

Having business in the next town, it wasn't long after my parent's car pulled from the driveway that Greg and I snuggled together on the family room sofa. The necking got heavier and his hands were now unzipping my jeans, with his fingers stroking through my pubic hair and teasing my labia open. Talk about muff moisture! Gawd! I was totally turned on, viewing the back of his hand bobbing up and down under my panties.

Before long, Greg was kneeling on the carpet and tugging at my jeans. "Please, allow me to do this" he coaxed. "It's my dream for a wide-open pussy to kiss and lick and penetrate at will." Hearing Greg's words, I instantaneously craved this adventure. Girlie girl inhibitions be damned! With that thought, I begged Greg to pull my frickin' clothes right off! This was my "first" at being totally nude in front of a man. To hell with modesty!

Greg positioned both of his hands on the inside of my thighs and gently pried my legs open. "Relax, just relax" was his mantra. "Let me do the work!" I had never experienced my legs being spread wide apart with the face of a man "right there." His tonguing and kissing my slit began. Greg had a way of curling his tongue muscles to massage the full length of my cunt, with his fingers maneuvering gently up inside my vagina. An occasional tongue flick across my clit was an invitation to arch myself and push even deeper against his face. He loved looking, then doing, including sampling my sex stains dribbling onto the couch fabric.

I orbited in ecstasy for at least an hour of cunnilingus, interspersed with orgasms. The last thing Greg did was to raise up between my legs, unzip himself, jack off, and ejaculate all over my pubic area. Because I was slouching way low on the cushions, I had a close up of cum streaming from his cock and splashing against my body. It was then my turn to taste him.

Talk about being satiated -- at least for the time being! What a helluva holiday visit that turned out to be! I just rolled my eyes when my parents shared their thoughts about what a wonderful college man Greg seemed to be. As a matter of fact, well behaved was the precise wording they used to describe him! Because my womanhood is laced with a proclivity towards the erotic, I must confess that I have relished experiencing "well behaved" men throughout my life.

Ping! Caden's next text certainly snapped me back into the present! "Be there in five. Caden."

There had been a hiatus in the 46-year-old Caden coming to my home for these private sessions. Everyday busyness had gotten in the way for both of us. However, I suspect that our last session's impulsive and playful intimacies may have been the real reason for him backing away. Afterall, he is married. Ironically, it was Caden who reinitiated contact with me this time around. He left me a voice mail, reaffirming the magnetism we both must have felt towards each other in that last session. Our chemistry was the prodigious presence in that room. But at that time, nothing was ever said aloud by either one of us. And, future massage appointments were never scheduled -- until now.

Alexa, dial Caden. He answered and we briefly chatted to make these arrangements.

Ring! Jaguar Lady, put that coffee cup down and go answer your front door! That I did.

Caden now stands just inside my entryway, asking where his massage table should be set up for today's session. This guy's broad, toothy smile and tanned face simply take your heart away. He reaches out and pulls me into a tight body hug, running his broad hands up and down my back. "How the heck have you been?" was his whispered question in my ear. "Shall we continue where we left off months ago?"

"Do you think so?" is my flirty response. "Let's set up in the guest house and get started. I have missed this. I have missed YOU." "Me, too" was Caden's comeback.

I sit on the leather sectional, occupying myself with observing Caden's activity of setting up his massage table and protecting it with a clean sheet. "Are you ready?" is his soft-spoken question -- and one that he most definitely knew the answer to, as I straddled his table, lying down on my backside.

Beginning my massage with both of Caden's hands taking ahold of my legs, fires of passion instantaneously flashed throughout my body. So attuned was he to my reaction, Caden's next move was to quietly reposition himself close to my shoulder. Heady with inhaling his breath and aftershave as he leaned forward, my lips responded to the first touch of his tongue inside my mouth.

"Shall we begin?"

Ten minutes into this pleasure session, Caden suggested that I turn on my side and roll to the table's edge. That I did. And when I opened my eyes, I faced his engorged manhood. Without hesitation, my mouth enveloped the length of his dick. This had long been a fantasy of Jaguar Lady. The taste of his pre-cum was mouthwatering.

"May I?" were Caden's next softly spoken words of arousal.

Moving to the end of the table, he gently peeled off my leggings and panties. "Spread your legs and allow me to do this the right way -- to finish what we started long before." Leaning forward between my legs, his hands and face nuzzled deep inside my twat. Caden was a master of edging, bringing me multiple times to the fringes of climax. I could glimpse reflections in a far wall mirror of my labia skin folds now swollen in shades of pink and rose-colored arousal.

"You are ready to go over, aren't you, babe?" was his breathy next question. It was then that I could feel my butt tighten; leg muscles stretch to the max; and, toes point straightaway as ripples of orgasms subsumed the entire length of my body. "Stop!" Caden was there to please me and immediately did as I asked. As he raised himself up into the sunlight streaming through a window, I could see my pussy moisture coating his face and hands. We both smiled at each other. Nothing more needed to be said.

My morning's "Sweet Sixteen..." and "The Art of Oral" vivid recollections certainly fueled the intensity of this session between Caden and Jaguar Lady. Unbelievably horny with his arrival at my door, when Caden departed, I was delightfully spent for the next several hours. It was so well worth it.

A dinner engagement was also on my calendar for the evening of Caden's appointment. It's always gratifying to dress up in thigh-high boots, leggings and an off-the-shoulder glimmery sweater and dangly earrings to meet my friends at a favorite upscale restaurant. I am the well-heeled widow among three other couples and they most always include me in gatherings. Afterall, I was once a "couple."

"How have YOU been, my dear?" is tonight's cordial greeting, with peck kisses planted on both my cheeks. I simply smile, with my "Just up to my usual" standard answer. My usual? Somewhere between the appetizer course and main entrée I have the very private thought that perhaps I should put my slutty alter ego to bed permanently. You know, act my age! Not make another appointment with Caden? But then what would replace the deliciousness of being a jaguar woman?

That's something to ponder, as I order a limoncello digestif to sip among friends -- and to most eloquently cap off my venturesome -- and incredibly sensual day.