Year Long Cougar

This story is more than a one-nighter. It’s the tale of a year long, Thursday night’s affair with a gorgeous cougar. We were both older, nontraditional students working on our Ph.D.’s at an exclusive pseudo-ivy league university that met while attending a “night out” with the president of the University. The Office of Student Life drew 100 students through the email lottery to attend this night of dancing and dining Cowboy style at a dance hall outside of town in order to expand the perceptions, horizons of it’s students.

While, as soon as the heard of students made it’s way through the buffet line, I eyed a spot to sit down next to a lovely, young woman, but was immediately attracted to an older woman, who I sensed would be a great conversationalist…..later I learned that it wasn’t conversation she had in mind, when she told me that if I had invited her to the coat room or the back storage room, she’d would have “spread my (her) legs as high and far as she could so I could bang the living fuck out of me (her)” while the young boys & girls were dancing with the school chaperones right outside the door. As I write this story, I can only but remember how I loved fucking her and feeling ever inch of her body. Knowing how well preserved a woman could be, has set new , higher standards for the gals I flirt and fuck even today, three years later. My last girlfriend, a former marathoner, grew to have more dimples than a golf ball within only a year of dating…..genetics is a beautiful and sad double edged sword. A woman that ages well is all the Viagra a gentleman could ever need. But back to “Sara Jane”, who even had a lovely Southern Belle name that I loved to scream and yell as we climaxed. The dimply girlfriend loved the moves this Cougar had taught me. She had even kept a journal of all the orgasms her former husband had given her, after they spent three months working on a technique that would make her orgasm every time. I orgasmed when she said “now that I’ve sucked you off and you’ve fucked my pussy, you’re going to fuck me in the ASS”. Wow what a Cougar. I’ve never favored anal sex, and continued to ride Western Style from behind, rather than indulge in the sewage canal…but I keep thinking if I only had.
The greatest qualities “Sara Jane” had was her love for fellatio. She would suck for literally 30 minutes or longer, licking, sucking, nibbling, and swallowing non-stop until I’d force her head away from my loins so I could bend her over. She loved to be on top because of the power it gave her.
Now for all this, the cue that solidified our flirting that lasted for several weeks was her invitation to a holiday party with the President and the Chairman of her program, who was reputed to only pass the female dissertation students once they fucked him. And he was anything but pretty at 60+ and enough flab to substitute all the power from the Hoover Dam. She asked if I’d be her escort to ward him off. I obliged. We fucked in the upstairs bedroom that night. Later, she invited me to a sports game to watch her son play high school sports. We fucked in the car, under the bleachers. We stopped for dinner before and the waiter openly conversed with us as if he knew she was the Cougar and I was the prey. That turned her on. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for that Cougar, who I still consider a very special friend and positive influence. It wasn’t quite the meaningless Ms. Robinson, as we really did enjoy each other’s conversation, companionship and emotional support that she needed as she transitioned through her Ph.D. defense and into employment, while I did the same, but with an age difference of fifteen years, as she asked me how I liked fucking a 48 year Southern Debutante during midstride of a bendover session. You’d never know that she know travels to D.C. frequently as a professional in her career nor the same level of success for myself. There are times I wish we were still lovers as it wasn’t only the thrill of the kill and the confidant, sophistication unique to this Cougar, but moments when she’d call, like the first night she called to say “ I want you in my bed, all night” . Experiencing her confidence has opened up my game now that I’ve experienced how varying levels of directness and inferences can stimulate the mind and body. I stopped to visit this Cougar unannounced after a two year hiatus and wow….she still doesn’t look older than 38 and walks around her house in black two piece neglige. We flirted…and she winked as I ended our conversation and told her I’d be back.