Not So Little Cub (07/05/05)
It started out pretty tame. I didn’t even realize he was interested. Sure he kept coming over during renovation and asking questions, but I thought of it as one business owner being interested in the newest business on the block. Then one night he asked if I wanted to stop at the local lounge for a drink. Seeing as I had no interest in getting home that night to the then boring husband, I agreed. I found out he was only 23! 15 years my junior. I could have choked. Though I had to give him props for his ambition in running his own business at such a young age. That night he made his interest very clear. Me, I was only interested in playing games. He shyly kissed me goodnight at the car. Not much of a spark to be honest.
A couple weeks later, we met at the bar again. This time the hubby was out of the picture, after deciding to relieve myself of his dead weight and so I felt freer, more risqué. While
I waited for him, the various men made their approaches with their silly come-on lines.
By the time he showed up I was relieved, but turned on from fending off the would-be lotharios. This time after drinks we went to my car when we engaged in some serious lip- locking. His technique was improving. As is my custom, I needed to see his package. He hesitantly lowered his pants. I think my eyes bulged, taking in the size of the behemoth package so cleverly hidden in his always baggy pants. Now I was truly interested. I very gently kissed the head and ran my tongue around, then up and down his shaft. He moaned and begged me to do more. I then told him “goodnight”. Disappointed, he left the car.
After that he called more frequently, not enough to be a pest, but enough to keep him constantly on my mind. Not that he really need to, I couldn’t get the size of him out of my head, wondering just how good he would feel inside. Then last night, I called him over to my place, told him to provide the drinks. Like a good cub, he did, eager but questioning. To be honest, I took my time, stroking, kissing, mounting him repeatedly, but not allowing him full penetration. I knew when they were that young they tend to come way too fast for my liking. He was eager to please and his willingness to allow me to play with him without becoming frustrated fueled my passion even more. Eventually I got up, walked over to the bar, bent over and wait for him to approach me from behind. My favorite position, there was no pulling back at this stage. Turned out to be his favorite too. Stroke after stroke, I wasn’t sure I ever wanted him to stop.
But of course all good things must come to an end. Exhausted, he looked pleased with himself. I chided him for coming but he responded that anyone else would have come an hour ago. Laughing I couldn’t disagree.
He wanted to know if I wanted him to stay around some more, but this cougar was done with the cub for the night and tenderly bid him adieu. He called about 20 minutes later, I’m not sure why. To check up on me, see if I enjoyed him as much as he did me? I don’t know. I didn’t answer.
