Years before the term "cougar" was coined, when I was a young twenty-something sales representative for a large corporation, two cougars treed me. I traveled the San Joaquin Valley in California and often stayed overnight in one of the many small cities along Interstate 99. The main industry was agriculture, but other big plants began to move into the valley, so I stayed busy.
One summer evening, after a hard day on the road, I pulled into a motel that wrapped itself around a restaurant and bar. It was in Merced, or perhaps Modesto, I really can't remember for sure. I was starving, so I opted for a quick dinner at the adjacent restaurant, probably a steak or a plate of pasta. I didn't even take time to change into casual attire.
After eating, I ducked into the bar for a cool drink. I sort of stood out, sitting at the bar in my blue suit, white shirt and tie. I was still on my first draft when two women entered the bar, looked around, then sat next to me at the bar. They were attractive, well dressed, and appeared to be in their forties. They ordered cocktails and began to chat between themselves.
I couldn't help but overhear them. The blonde-haired woman with curls and prominent breasts seemed anxious to hear all about the brunette's new car, and how she liked driving in such luxury. Evidently, the brunette's husband gave her a new Cadillac for her fortieth birthday a few days earlier. The brunette told her how sexy the leather seats felt "on my bottom" when she sat in it the first time. The blonde giggled and turned to me, slowly looking me up and down.
"Can you imagine how sexy real leather seats must feel when you're driving a brand new Cadillac?" she asked softly.
I shook my head. "No, Ma'am, I drive a company car and they don't provide leather seats," I chuckled.
The blonde laughed and turned to her friend. "Listen to him, Hazel; we're sitting here with a real gentleman."
Hazel looked past her friend and looked me over for the first time. "Hmm, I do think you're correct, Linda," she cooed. "A young, well-dressed gentleman to be sure," she added as she winked at her friend.
I shifted uncomfortably on my stool, unused to being appraised so openly. Linda, the blonde, turned toward me and her short dress slid up her legs a few inches.
"What's your name?" Linda asked abruptly.
"Ken," I replied. "I heard your names while you were talking before," I added. "Nice to meet you both."
"Well, Ken, have you spent much time in a Cadillac Deville," Linda asked.
I had to smile at her question. "Actually, I've never even sat in a Cadillac," I admitted.
"Did you hear that, Hazel?" Linda asked. "Can you imagine what he's missed?"
Hazel chuckled to herself. "No, I'm on my fourth Cadillac already and poor Ken has never even ridden in one. It doesn't seem fair, does it?"
Linda, of course agreed with Hazel. "Everyone should have the Cadillac experience," she assured her friend.
I felt embarrassed and began to wish I'd lied to the nice ladies. "I'll buy a luxury car one of these days, but the Ford I drive now comes with the territory."
Linda persisted. "Well, I think you should at least ride in one, just to see how it feels." she said as she turned to Hazel.
Hazel picked up the conversation. "We're not doing anything special, Linda. We could take Ken for a spin I guess, that is, if he wants to have a new and exciting experience."
"How about it, Ken?" Linda asked as she leaned against my arm. "Do you have time to take a little ride with us? We could drive over to our tasting room. It's not far from here."
I was torn by their invitation. I had a daily report to fill out and a proposal to draft, but the thought of riding in a brand new Cadillac was alluring. I stalled.
"You own a tasting room?" I asked Linda.
Linda smiled sweetly and I noticed the fragrance of her perfume and the large diamond on her finger. "Actually, we own a vineyard. We sell most of our grapes to the large wineries nearby, but we produce some wine under our own label also. We should run up to the tasting room so you can sample our merchandise," she replied as Hazel coughed politely.
"How long will it take?" I asked, still stalling and wondering what I might be getting into.
"Oh, it's only about ten miles, so it won't take us long to get there. The tasting room is closed, but I have a key, of course. Please let us show you what you've been missing."
I wasn't sure whether her words had a double meaning or not, but I felt that a ride in Hazel's new Cadillac would be worth an hour or so.
"I guess I can postpone my paperwork for a little while this evening," I replied. "I'm not much of a wine drinker, but I'm sure your wine will be very tasty."
Linda reached into her purse and laid a twenty-dollar bill on the bar. "That should cover all our drinks and a nice tip," she told the bartender as she slid off her stool. Her dress slid higher, revealing more firm thigh.
Hazel's shiny white Cadillac waited outside the bar. The three of us got into the front seat, with me in the middle. The aroma of new car and leather seats filled my senses. Along with the ladies perfume, it was somewhat intoxicating.
"On the way back," Linda said, "try the back seat. There's a lot more room back there."
I could feel the warmth of the two women through my suit trousers and I felt myself flush. Hazel backed out of the parking space and then she headed North on Highway 99. A few minutes later, she turned off the highway and followed several narrow lanes, then parked in front of a rustic sign that said, Tasting Room.
Linda opened the front door and turned on the lights. The room housed a long bar with numerous wine racks, several tables, and two couches.
"How did you like the ride?" Hazel asked as Linda moved behind the bar.
"It was very smooth and nice," I replied. "The aromas were intoxicating," I added.
"New cars make me horny," Hazel responded with a wink. "I think it's the manly smell of leather and the way the seats feel on my legs and bottom," she added.
Linda handed each of us a glass of cool red wine. "I'm the same way. My hubby's up in Napa on winery business. When Hazel told me she had a new Caddy and that her husband was in Chicago for a business conference, I couldn't resist her invitation for a girl's night out. We were both footloose and fancy free for a couple of days."
"Yes, my hubby is only interested in his farm and his investment portfolio these days," Hazel complained, "so I enjoy running with Linda and having some fun."
After another glass of wine, I was sitting on one of the couches with Hazel on one side and Linda on the other. Linda leaned on my arm, her ample breast soft against me, and her hand came to rest on my leg.
"Do you find Hazel attractive?" Linda asked conversationally as she softly squeezed my thigh.
