This tale follows on directly from My First Steps as a Cougar 1 & 2, but it doesn't matter if you haven't read them.
In previous episodes I detailed my first steps into cougaring. The reason you may recall, was that Mr Par4 had become so besotted with golf that it was really hard to get any action at home, so VJ (my vagina) and I, had decided to have some fun.
My first encounter was at a friend's son's 21
st
party. When we went I had no intention of having sex with anyone, it just sort of happened. I was having some fun dancing with a youngish chap, vamped him mercilessly, and started to feel rather randy. Well, G & T and loud rock music in a now deserted cellar has its effects.
On the pretext of going to the loo, I took off my thong and stuffed it in my bag. When I returned with a new G & T, he sought me out and during our dance I let on that I wasn't wearing any knickers. That did the trick, and we had a fantastic knee trembler, with my naked bum pressed onto the cool cellar walls. I still use that memory when playing with Mr Magic Rabbit (Mr MR).
My piece de resistance had been the young lad next door. I won't go over it all again, but I had caught him eyeing me up while sunbathing by my pool. OK so I was sometimes topless, and I do admit to stripping off completely in my garden shower, when I knew he was watching. The full story was told earlier, but there was something magical about the stiffness of a young cock, and when it came, fuck did it cum!
So vivid was that encounter that I decided to test drive him once more before he sloped off to university and started burying that stiff young cock wherever he could. Actually I sort of regarded it as a social service. I wanted to teach him how to be a considerate lover, not just a wham bam merchant, and that forms the second of my stories.
Some time later Mr Par4 announced that 'the boys' were organising a golfing break. It was to be a four day event, leaving early Thursday morning and returning late on Sunday.
He gave me all the spiel about what a great deal it was, how the three nights accommodation was worth it alone, even without the golf thrown in, and would I mind if he went. I, of course, told him he must go, which is exactly what he wanted to hear.
Now one of the side effects of my increased sexual activity was that I felt much more randy than before, so as we sat in front of the Spanish Open on TV, I pondered on how I should best use this gift of three nights of no accountability.
Should I go on the prowl? OK but where? No, not really very exciting. I didn't even find the thought of 'curly mop' next door that interesting, besides he'd left for Uni. But I have to confess the dried evidence of our passion on the sheets did excite me. I'd left it there for a few days as witness, and as if to tempt Mr Par4 to ask about it.
Sometimes he makes me want to scream. There was this dried patch of 'curly mop's' cum and he didn't even notice. I was dying for him to ask.
"Oh that! I seduced the kid next door and that's his cum!" Of course I wouldn't say that, but for goodness sake notice something other than Sky fucking Sports or the Golf channel.
Then pure chance intervened and, while I was checking out some girl friendly porn, one of the categories was swingers: perfect!
An hour or so later I had checked out all three, yes three clubs in our area of Spain. Three clubs, full of couples and, more importantly, plenty of unattached men, who only have one thing on their mind; getting their rocks off, and I'm just the girl to help!
During the next week or so I researched the subject in some detail and had a fair idea how the system worked. It seemed that unattached ladies were in high demand, and the almost universal entrance fee was β¬10 which included a drink! Men were not so lucky, but β¬40 (plus two drinks) didn't seem unreasonable.
I chose my club. It wasn't the nearest, but it had very reasonable overnight accommodation and, well just and!
The Thursday arrived and he set off.
Thursday was my preferred day, as my target club was open only until 11pm. On Friday and Saturday it stayed open until 2am, and I figure that would be when most of the action would take place. I'm not staying up 'til then for a shag.
I spent the day primping and prepping, wondering if I would actually go or not. I got into the car, but could always back out, or so I thought. I made every excuse under the sun until I arrived at the club and rang the bell.
I won't bore you with the entry procedure or the guided tour, but it was way beyond my expectations, very nicely furnished with subdued lighting and lots of cosy corners as well as various play rooms. One room contained something between a dentist's chair and a gynaecological table, which I couldn't fathom, so I made a mental note to come back later to see it in action.
Like most party goers, I gravitated towards the jacuzzi and, without hesitation
shed my towel and climbed in. Even though I have lived in Spain now for four years, my Spanish is far from fluent, besides I haven't needed the words for blow job, cunnilingus, and would you like to go and fuck. They just were not in our 'introduction to Spanish' course!
It wasn't long before a rather dishy, forty something, made his move.
"No te he visto aquΓ antes."
Whereas I understood, I was in no position to reply. So I mumbled something in English and to my surprise he said.
"Oh that's so much easier! You cannot believe how hard it is to strike up a flirty conversation in Spanish."
"So this is a flirty conversation?"
"Well, only if you want it to be. My name's David."
I thought, 'fair enough', here we are, naked, in a jacuzzi, at a swingers club, it would be absurd to pretend we both didn't have some notion of how the evening might progress.
"And mine's Phillipa."
"So what brings you here Phillipa?"
"Spain or club ExtΓ‘sis?"
"Well both really."
"You'd never guess."
"Can I try?"
"Of course."
"Do you mind if my guesses are personal?"
We have never met before. We are sitting in a jacuzzi. We are naked, and he asks me if I mind a personal question: bizarre!
"No, go ahead."
"You are between relationships and you want some uncomplicated fun?"
"No."
"Hubby or boyfriend has a mid life crisis, doesn't realise what he's missing, and bought a fast car and run off with an even faster woman?"