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Easy Riding Cougar
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Easy Riding Cougar Little Update: I have changed professions, again. The nice thing, other than the sharp increase in pay, is that 90% of my peers are females. I just attended my first industry conference in Philly and it was a fucking blast. The first two days were rather dull but the wrap-up reception kicked off one incredible night that is too crazy for fiction. I knew absolutely no one so I didn’t radiate far from the open bar but eventually I found someone from one of my sessions and I started to strike up a conversation. The someone was a 42 year old cougar who didn’t look a day older than 23. She was a few too many mixed drinks into the celebration and I believe to this day she was building up the liquid courage to go talk to one of her co-workers. She was a swoop neck blouse and some skin tight brown slacks but she just had that look of someone that looks more comfortable in leather chaps and a jacket. Her hair was long, long and looked somewhere between a flower girl and biker chick. I was right on the mark with my evaluation, he and her live-in boyfriend were big time bikers. She would leave me standing there to talk to the co-worker that she was interested in or dance with all the half drunk women but she trusted me to protect her purse so I knew she wasn’t going far. She kept materializing with new drinks and I was wondering if she was going to get sick on me. I wasn’t motivated at that point to be the target of a stranger’s vomit. I stood there milking my beer and she walked up telling me that I would accompany her to her room so she could collect her jacket. We were all going out after the free bar shut down for the night. I am a gentleman so of course I followed her up to her room which ironically was only ten or so doors from mine. I never did tell her that my room was so close. The door was not even closed yet and she was on her knees with my cock halfway out of my pants. I hadn’t even had the chance to use one of my corny one liners or use any of my not-so-polished moves on her. She was in charge at the moment and all I could do was push the door shut and enjoy the ride. She has great hair. That is what I thought as she swallowed me, always looking up at me for some fashion of encouragement. What more encouragement did one sword swallowing biker chick need than me pounding on the sliding closet door with my closed fist? The blow job could have went on forever but she was too tipsy, even on her knees. We moved to the bed and I released how incredibly short she was. Height did not matter when she was face down on the terrible unhygienic hotel comforter with her perfect biker chick ass up in the air. She was marvelous for a 42 year old drunk and I fucked her. I can’t make it sexy or romantic and I can’t even say I made her cum like a fire engine but I did fuck her and fucked her as hard as I could. She never grabbed her jacket and was snoring before I could toss the condom in the trash. And the night was over. |
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