Affairs of Not a Cougar - My Sex Diaries
Entry 1: May 20XX
When this whole crazy affair began, I was in no way looking for it. Somehow, things I never start, things I never expect, take over my entire world. My friends said, 'You gotta write this down!' So I did.
Mid-summer day, May, 20xx. I was at the gym, where I naturally am friendly and smile and greet everyone I see who happens to make eye contact - men or women - Miss Congeniality, right! Now when I use weight machines, some have weights that are too heavy for me to lift so I usually ask some young guy to please take them off so I can put lower weights on. And they always do that, no problem. After I was done working out, I went to my car. I was vaguely surprised that I did see one of the young guys from the gym, standing a few feet from my car, but I thought nothing of it, and gave him a slight wave. As I approached, he came towards me, holding a single red rose. He looked right into my eyes and said, "Can I give you this?" I was a little taken aback but smiled and shrugged and said, "Oh - ok."
I certainly did not know why I should refuse that; it seemed like a sweet gesture. I did sort of think that it was odd that he knew which car was mine, as there are hundreds of cars in the lot with the gym and a pizza place and many stores, so it flashed through my mind that he must have watched me go to my car before, without me realizing that. So he held out the rose. I took it and said, "Well, thank you!" and then turned away to get into my car. The next moment a strong arm grabbed my body and he pulled me toward him, which made me gasp in complete reflex of utter surprise and some sense of alarm! My mouth being wide open, the next thing I felt was a large hot tongue way down my throat! Lucky I had gasped and had enough air in me for a minute! It was impossible to do a thing - I was tightly held and being kissed so deeply it was mind bending. I suddenly felt as weak as a newborn kitten and I thought I would melt into the ground, my whole body was shaking, trembling from within. I had no way to resist or move. My knees were like jelly, I couldn't stand on my own at all. His arm was still around me. When he let me breathe, I stammered, "Wha - what - what just happened!"
He simply said, in a calm even voice, "I want to see you. Can I see you?"
The first words that came out of my mouth were - "How old are you?" I knew he was many years younger than I. He smiled slightly and said - "Hey, we're not talkin' about it."
"But - I - I just don't know ... I mean, I don't even know what to say ..."
I was shaking my head, still struggling in trying to believe what had just taken place. I knew full well that if he had been 'polite' and asked me out, I would have looked at how young he was - and surely I would have refused. But he had not asked...
He looked very directly into my eyes and said again, "So - can I see you?"
I looked at him, at his arms, muscled and tattooed, his strong, broad shoulders, his chest, his young-ness, his male beauty. His arm was still around me and I was not about to push it away. My entire body was pulsing with a hot pleasure and a new desire I had not felt for years. I knew I was not going to refuse this! I looked back into his eyes and I felt a wave of pure lust. My lips opened and said, "Yes."
I gave him my address and cell number and he called the next day, asking to come over. He came charging all the way up my long driveway in this huge construction truck that looked like a hook and ladder truck! I went out my back door and he strode up to me, started to fling his arms around me.
I protested, "No, no, the neighbors will see you! Don't do that!" So he just held my arm as we went into the house. Inside, I shut the back door and immediately he pulled me to him and kissed me as before and I kissed back with every fiber in my body. Hands went everywhere - both his and mine! He was ready to lay me down right on the darn tile floor and I said, "Stop - stop!"
He stopped. "Why?" He asked it so innocently, his tone was almost like that of a five year old; it made no sense to him at all.
"Hey, if you say 'stop' - I stop. You want me to stop?"
I looked at his face, his arms - I knew I wanted anything he wanted to do. He insisted I answer.
"Tell me - should I stop?"