My smartass friend stuck me at the table with all the single Cougars. I should have known something was up when he said that he hoped I liked my meal. My friend seems to think he is funny. I noticed an empty seat, so took a quick look at the two women I was stuck between, and that is when my heart began to race. There she was a Cougar with big blue eyes. I couldn't believe my luck, because my seat was right next to hers.
She was in her early forties; her hair was a light blonde. I tried to take as much of her in as I could, but the table hid most of her lower body. I did look her up and down another time. She noticed. "I see that they ran out of room at the kiddies' table," she said as I sat down. "Do you need a booster seat, too?"
Her mocking didn't stop me from sitting as close to her as I could.
"I noticed you and thought I should try to sit at the cool kids' table." I looked at her blue eyes.
"Are you hitting on me?" She looked me up and down.
"No, I was just looking for someone that is old enough to buy me booze."
"I could use a drink myself. Would you be a dear and go get me a drink?"
My eyes returned to the exposed sun baked flesh of her chest. She liked the sun, or liked the fake sun. I also noticed she liked to play with her hair.
She placed her hand on my forearm and asked. "Are you old enough to buy the drinks?"
Her hand on my forearm caused my cock to come to life, and I wanted to get out my seat in a way that she didn't see my erection, and I almost made a clean break, but she called me back to tell me she wanted a double. She looked at my pants and smirked. It was clear she took pride in causing my erection, or so I wanted to believe.
I returned to the table with her drink. She was busy talking to her brother, so I just slid the drink over to her. She placed a hand on my thigh and slid it up my leg, as she continued to talk to him. I started to turn red in the face. She grabbed my cock and gave me a quick squeeze.
Her brother was called away, and she increased her grip on my cock. I felt my start to race.
"I've found something that wants to play." She said as she gave it a firm squeeze.
I let out a little moan.
She removed her hand and finished her drink. "How about you go get me another drink?" She had downed the drink I just brought her and handed me the empty glass.
"Are you serious?"
"I could use another drink and you could use a little break."
The bar was a little busier this time, and the bartender took his time getting me my drinks. I bet he was mad about the small tip I left last time.
By the time I returned to the table, she was gone.