Cougar Fantasy

I didn't know how to say good-bye. Nor did I want to. Since the first moment he walked through my door, my heart beat faster and butterflies took up residence in my stomach. It was electric.

He was flat out beautiful. Tall, with curly sun-streaked hair. His soulful green eyes were flecked with gold and danced when he smiled, his white teeth gleaming through those luscious lips. His body, his body was made by the Gods. His bronze skin gleamed on his rock hard pecs. His narrow waist and washboard stomach with its delightful love trail made me dizzy. His shoulders were broad and his ass tight, but his arms truly got me -- beautifully defined, supple and strong. These were arms I wanted around me, arms I wanted to stroke while we talked and arms I wanted to grip with overwhelming passion when we made love.
This man/boy was just exquisite -- and he was my son’s friend, half my age.

This lost boy, who became friends with my son at work, came to live in my home six months prior. He was lonely. He had been away from his home and family for five years. His plan was to save money to return home and open a restaurant. So with an open heart, I welcomed this angel into my home, to care for him and be a “foster” mother. But all I really wanted was to be his lover.

For six months I looked at him with longing. I fed him, took care of him and listened when he needed to talk. I drank in every magnificent detail with all my senses: His expressions, his soft deep voice, his smell and occasionally a touch on his arm or face. I was consumed with desire.
And now he was leaving. My heart was breaking.

He was flying home Sunday. So on this Saturday I was forlorn. I started to clean to keep my mind off his departure. I could hear him in his room taking care of last minute chores. I then became engrossed in my tasks and did not hear him approach me. I was startled when I turned and saw him so we both gave a jump and nervous chuckle. As he reached out for me he said, “I'm going to miss you.” I put my arms around him to hug him. I couldn't speak for fear of crying. His voice once again, but in a whisper, said “I will miss you.” His warm breath on my neck raised gooseflesh on my arms. But it was when his lips touched my throat that I went limp and melted into his embrace. His beautiful hands began to caress my back. I became weak. He raised his head to look at me, his eyes smoldered with passion. As I tried to speak, he brought his lips down on mine. His tongue entered my mouth. It tasted of wintergreen. As his tongue probed mine with longing I lost all reason and responded with every fiber of my being. When his hand touched my breast, I moaned with delight. He pressed against me, his cock straining to be released from his jeans.

My head said “this is wrong.” But as he led me to his bedroom, my heart overruled. He was ready to fuck. I wanted to make love, to have this one time last forever. He kissed me again, his lips and tongue demanding. I unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off. His body, tanned and firm took my breath away. I ran my hands over his chest, his back and then his waist. Undoing the button and zipper in one swift move I let his jeans fall to the floor. He gasped as I slid his briefs down his legs. He was so beautiful he made me tremble. His cock was magnificent -- huge, hard and ready for me. I gently pushed him down on the bed. I kissed his chest, sucked and nibbled at his erect nipples. Tenderly, I moved down his stomach and took his penis in my mouth. It was silken steel, filling my mouth with his warmth. Delicately I used my tongue around the shaft and head. His moans let me know he was enjoying the moment as much as I was. When his trembling increased, I knew he was near orgasm. Suddenly he exploded, coming with a vengeance. He sighed gutturally. I licked him clean then began to kiss his thighs, balls and stomach with light kisses. His beauty made me weak. As I moved up his body with kisses and bites, he bent forward once again to kiss my lips. I felt him quaking with passion. To know that this man craved me, desired me, was so intoxicating that I was on the verge of orgasm.

His tongue was probing, his hands explored. He tenderly held my breast and brought his lips down on my erect nipple. His gentle sucking and licking made me wet. My hand went to his cock, once again rigid and ready. To prolong the event, I released him and guided his hand down between my legs. He started to speak and I hushed him with a kiss while I placed his finger on my clit. Holding his hand, I began to grind against it. Mutely guiding him to bring me over the edge. He was a fast learner and began to apply delicious pressure. We moved in unison until unable to hold back, my orgasm came in waves while he plunged his finger deep inside me. Unable to contain myself I rolled over to straddle his body and lowered myself over his waiting shaft until every magnificent inch was in me. Slowly I rose up and his hips rose to meet me. It was as if we were moving in slow motion so we could savor ever second. The act was so luxurious and when he came we both let out soft screams. It was heaven.

We lay entwined in his small bed. I drank in his smell. He smelled of pears and sandalwood for some reason. To me it was better than the world’s most expensive perfume. He lay as if sleeping and I wanted to memorize every feature of his face, every inch of his body. I gazed at him for the longest time. I kept wondering what he saw in me, a woman old enough to be his mother. I realized it was time to wake from this dream, this desire and return to reality. Ever so quietly, I got out of bed so as not to disturb him. I looked at his beautiful naked body one last time. As I bent to retrieve my clothes, his had gripped my arm. “My way.” He said. He spun me around pulling me roughly to his chest. He kissed me hard, his tongue parting my lips and probing frantically in my mouth. He plastered his body against mine. Playfully he nipped at my neck and breasts. As I arched my back, his hand dove down between my legs and his finger rubbed my tender clit until I again felt climax coming.

He pulled his hand away before I could reach completion. I cried out in protest. Again, his mouth found mine, his tongue silencing me. He pushed me down to the floor and rammed into me with such passion that I could not help but to scream out in desire and surprise. With each thrust I felt as if he were trying to imprint my heart, my soul and my body with his own personal tattoo so I would always have part of him with me. I rose to meet him each time gripping him tightly so he could not escape. After what seemed like an eternity, he joined me in a climax that was so explosive it brought a growl from him that came from the bottom of his being.

We lay exhausted afterward. Our breathing was in unison as were our heartbeats. I looked at him for what seemed like a lifetime then gave him a final embrace and kiss and left him.
The next morning, still able to feel the touch of his hands on my body, still able to taste his lips and tongue and still able to feel his cock deep within me, I kissed him good-bye. He ever so gently touched my face. His eyes were riveted to mine as he mouthed “I love you.” But so many things were left unsaid. As the taxi drove away, and I stood watching until it was out of sight, I noticed the breeze that was blowing smelled like pears and sandalwood.

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This was my first attempt at writing erotica, or "smut" as we called it on my old Nickelback board.

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