Since I turned 18 I've had these extreme desires for older women. They are not naΓ―ve and a tease they know what they want and how they want it. I myself get pleasure in seeing there face after giving them something they have wanted for awhile. There satisfied face after there orgasms is pure joy for me to see it makes me proud to know I can make them forget there problems for some time and enjoy life again.
Let me tell you about myself and how I got into the business of pleasuring cougars. I consider myself a real man not those Abercrombie models you see on TV. I shave my head, have a beard or goatee most of the time and a hairy chest. I got a nice dick about 6.5 to 7in depending on how horny the women make me with a big head too. I carry myself with confidence and that's what intrigues the ladies.
I was out and about doing some shopping for the house. I was walking around the local grocery story which is a great place to find older women when I spotted this lovely women doing her shopping. She looked about mid 40's, had great curves, didn't look anorexic, looked like a real woman, just what I love.
I walked up the isle searching for food when she dropped some of the things she was trying to put in her shopping cart. I stopped and helped pick her things up smiled when she made eye contact gave her a wink and went on about my business. As I was finishing my shopping I realized she didn't have a ring on her finger, not that would stop me from at least trying to see if she would be a little interested.
I finished at check out and was headed back to my car. The lady in the isle was parked two cars before mine she didn't notice me walking to my car and that's when I got a great look at her ass, and what a nice one it was.
"Don't drop anything." I said to her
She jumped startled and turned around to see who was talking to her.
"Oh hey thank for your help in there and ill be sure to try and not drop anything."
I finished putting the groceries in the car at the same point she did. I ripped a piece off the paper bag and wrote my number on it and a little note that said "you are like fine wine better with age", walked back up to her to actually introduce myself this time.
"I just wanted to formally introduce myself I'm Peter." I said hand extended with the folded paper in it.
I shook her hand, handing her the paper in the process turned and walked back to my car got in and drove off. Twenty minutes into my drive home I got a text message.
"You like wine? I'm Stacy btw ntmu!"
I got home unpacked my groceries sat down and watched some television. My mind kept drifting to the vision of Stacy. She was extremely sexy red hair about 5'5-5'6 about 36c tits wasn't skinny, but was certainly not fat and a delicious ass. I'm an ass man! I decided to put on some porn and rub one out, as I was about to climax my phone went off. It was from Stacy.
"How Are You?" it said
"LOL!" I sent back finishing my stroking in three, four big spurts of cum onto my stomach and chest.
"What so funny?" I got back from her
After taking a shower and cleaning myself off I text her back.
"Oh nothing haha I'm good how are you?"
"I'm good, you didn't answer my first question"
"Yes I like wine." I send back
"Would you like to meet for some?"
"Sure"
I get dressed after she tells me where to meet her put some cologne on get in my car and head out. The whole drive there I'm fighting a hard on thinking about maybe getting a chance to fuck this woman. I pull into the bar/restaurant get out of my car readjusting my pants and boxers trying to hide my erection. I walk in looking around and locate Stacy sitting at the bar she waves as I walk to be seated.
"I ordered you a glass awhile you are over twenty one right?" She says as I sit down.
"Yes I'm twenty five and thank you but shouldn't I be the one buying it for you."
"You can get the next round"
We engage in conversation I tell her about my oh so exciting life, order me a captain and coke and her a martini cause I honestly cant drink to much wine gives me headaches. We order some food, eat and I start to find out more about her.
"Not married?" I ask