This is Part 2 of the story titled: Me? A Cougar? I never saw it coming... Thanks for reading, let me know if you get a turn on!
[Bonus Turn On Tip: Have you ever been "Dick Blind?" Certain youngers are what I call, "dick blind", so hard and needful of release that his female partner is almost invisible, even though she is right in front of him virtually.
The best Turn On Tip I can give for you if you really want to captivate and please a woman over 50 is to slow down and tease her mercilessly BEFORE you have text sex the first time. Do not hurry her into sexting. Hook her on your flirty but not dirty self first. Irresistible.]
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Me, A Cougar? Part 2 Please Don't Stop...
Meeting the much younger professor was a shock. Running into him later at the deli was even more surprising and what happened back in his hotel room was life changing.
Remembering our first meeting, I instantly melted, lady bits crying out for his sweet attention again. Just like it was yesterday, I heard him croon in my mind...
"Vanilla Latte for my Coffee Shop Girl!" He said putting our steaming mugs on the table.
Thanking him, I picked up my mug, closed my eyes and breathed in the warm fragrance. "MMMM, smells so good."
"My pleasure." He smiled back.
After an hour or so, I was laughing as if we had known each other for years. His age meant nothing to me. Realizing how easily I could get over the age dilemma, I relaxed. I didn't need something permanent. I am a consenting adult and so is he.
(Bonus Turn On Tip: Notice how time helps an older relax and enjoy her younger. Many girls have such a strong guard in place from other less informed men who have used them for sex. Your patience will pay off! Take your time.)
When I excused myself to hit up the ladies room and strolled my little self away from the table, I knew full well he was watching my every move. I called my colleagues and let them know not to expect me for the group dinner and then returned to the table.
When I sat down, he reached across the table and took my hand. Puzzled, I watched as he turned it over and traced my life line with his index finger. He didn't say a word. Neither did I.
He looked back at me and the look in his eye melted me on the spot. My mouth suddenly dry made me gulp self consciously. "Let's get out of here." He grinned.
That first time in his hotel room changed everything. This younger had skills way beyond his years. Somehow he maintained his focus on me when he was so turned on, his bulge was visibly throbbing.
Every time I reached to touch him, he took my hand and said, "Oh no, my pretty...that is not for you to touch."
I couldn't take my eyes away. I needed to touch him. I hadn't touch a cock for years. I could see the outline and all I wanted to do was...
Watching my eyes, he laughed and said, "I suppose a little peek wouldn't hurt."
He hooked his finger in the top of his briefs and pulled the waistband out a little, instantly the purplish glistening head I had been imagining poked itself out against his belly.
A gasp escaped from my lips as he reached over and ran the back of his index finger down the side of my cheek. I gulped hard again. "May I touch you?" I whispered.
"No." He grinned at me.
"No? WTF?" I thought to myself.
"We are just getting started." He tucked himself back into his shorts and started to get dressed.
"WTF?" I thought to myself.
Looking at his watch he casually announced, "I have to be downtown in half an hour."
"WTF?" I thought to myself.
