Eleanor Hewitt was a hot cougar and damned if she didn't know it! Few women at age 46 looked the way she did. It didn't come easy though! No matter how hectic her work life became, she made sure to hit the gym three times a week, go swimming, and do some yoga. A careful diet and lots of exercise kept her waistline thin.
Not only did she have a trim figure, she had perky 38C tits with dusky rose nipples and hourglass hips. Standing at 5 foot 11, she was a tall statuesque blonde bombshell that turned heads where ever she went!
But being a high-flying CEO in her own company did come with drawbacks. The main one being that she was too busy for a relationship. Men her age wanted nothing to do with such a powerful woman. They wanted her to fawn over them and expected her to be available at a moment's notice, not caring that she had dozens of meetings and hundreds of things to do each day! It was either that, or they felt threatened by the fact that she was earning tens of thousands of dollars in a week while they only made the same amount in half a year. One of her dates even expected her to stop working at her company and be a housewife! The nerve of him!
No, Eleanor was one hundred percent done with finding a peer who could keep up with her. But as with many women, there were days when she felt lonely and wanted a warm body in her bed with her.
This Saturday just so happened to be one of those days. Her bald pussy was dripping with need. She wanted a thick hot rod in her desperately but Tinder was taking too long and a lot of people got offended when they realized she wasn't the 30 year-old she looked like, but actually 46! It didn't matter that her body was in tip-top condition, many men couldn't get over the fact that she was hot older woman.
Eleanor sighed. Maybe today, it would be just her, her fingers, and Mr Vibrator again. She pushed her 7-inch flesh coloured dildo into her pussy, trying to imagine it attached to a ripped, muscular man who would heave her legs over his shoulders and really pound her pussy until she screamed with ecstasy.
RAT-TAT-TAT
Eleanor ignored the rapping at her door. She closed her eyes. Her fantasy man had the most gorgeous luscious brown curls, a strong jawline, dark smoldering eyes that promised her orgasm after orgasm after-
RAT-TAT-TAT
"Hello, package for Miss Hewitt?"
Eleanor groaned, not with pleasure, but with irritation. She didn't order anything, why was there a parcel delivery now of all times?
She sulkily pulled the dildo from her dripping pussy and threw on the nearest article of clothing, then went to open the door.
"What?" Eleanor said with bad grace when she yanked her door open.
She grabbed the parcel and was about to sign for it when she realized that she wasn't the intended recipient. Instead, she shoved it back at the delivery boy with a put-upon sigh and folded her arms under her perky tits.
"This is for Mrs Hewitt, two floors above me," Eleanor said, annoyed that she had to get up for nothing "I'm Miss Hewitt. There's a difference!"
The delivery boy gawked at her.
Eleanor blinked, taking in all 6 feet 3 of the muscular young man holding the bag of parcels. His shoulders were broad and the uniform he wore was stretched so tight, it was a miracle it hadn't popped open yet! He was young, probably about 23? Perhaps this was just a part-time job for him?
The young man blushed, cheeks turning fire-engine red as he quickly averted his eyes and put the clipboard in front of his crotch.
Eleanor realized belatedly that in her haste, she had pulled on one of her sheerest negligees. It was practically see-through, which meant that the young man had gotten a good full look at her boobs and her bare, sopping cunt.
"I'm so sorry!" The young man squeaked and quickly grabbed the packages, fleeing for his life. Eleanor stood there for a moment, blinking in surprise.
She turned around and went back into her apartment, fully intent on continuing her little self-love session.
But this time, when she closed her eyes, she imagined the young delivery boy, blushing, stuttering as he tried to fuck her cunt. She would have to teach him. Or perhaps, he would surprise her by having a black book full of satisfied names?
Ah, but this was a chance encounter, he wouldn't come back again.
Unless...
Unless Eleanor ordered something online, and used the same shipping company!
She sprung out of her King-sized bed and ran to her laptop, opening it. She could order something off Amazon or something, then get the same company to deliver it. They usually assigned the same person to one area so that they could familiarize themselves with the area and cut down on delivery times! If she was lucky, Mr Young and Blushy would be on duty next week. And well, if he wasn't, maybe Eleanor would just fuck his replacement!
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One of the perks of being the CEO and founder of her own company, was that Eleanor could, if she really wanted to, take a day off and let her underlings handle the meetings in her stead. The moment she received a ping on her phone telling her that her parcel was on the way, Eleanor told Kelly that she would be working from home that day and not to expect her in the office until tomorrow. Kelly dutifully promised that everything would be taken care of in Eleanor's momentary absence.