In Praise of Older Women (fm:older women/men, 5727 words)

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Earlier, we had seen two gorgeous looking women enter the club. One, in particular, took my eye. She was dressed in a low-cut camisole top and short leather skirt. Her legs were slender and seemed to go on forever - well, right until they disappeared under her skirt. Her breasts, delightfully full and firm, swayed, apparently bra-less, under her top as she danced her way to the bar. She was SUCH a vision of sexiness that I couldn't take my eyes off her. Her friend, however, was more to Mike's taste and it was obvious he fancied her. They started chatting for a while then, after plying her with a few drinks, he turned to me, gave me a wink and they both buggered off together, leaving me free to try my luck with the woman of my desires. I felt a sense of longing to be with her and began to imagine us together. My cock was obviously in agreement, I felt myself start to harden. It was pointing uncomfortably in the wrong direction, so I discreetly adjusted myself allowing my erection room to breathe and not to be so bloody obvious. I watched her for a little while longer and, the more I saw, the more I wanted her. I imagined all the things we might do to each other. I wondered what she had on under that short skirt, would she be wearing a thong, panties, was she even commando? What did she do with her pubic hair? I made up my mind that I was going to get this gorgeous girl to share some time with me and, hopefully, share much more than that.

Tearing my eyes away from her delicious-looking body, I finally took in her face. If her body was stunning, her face lit up the room. Ignoring a sense that I may be punching above my weight, I decided to ask her to dance. To my delight, she agreed and we danced, we laughed and I bought her drinks, we danced some more. She told me her name was Roz. On the third dance, and several drinks later, I moved our dance towards a darkened corner of the room. There were other couples there but the dancing was more sensual, slower, seductive, and there was a heady atmosphere of sexual arousal. As we danced, I moved her around so that her back was towards the dance floor and I pulled her sexy body closer to mine. I knew my erection was pressing against her, but she showed no resistance. The music faded to non-importance as our dance became more of a physical gyration, sex with our clothes on, each of us teasing the other with moves that held the hint of promises to come. The softness and closeness of her body against mine sent primal messages surging through my body.

I felt my cock harden even more and I struggled to prevent myself from pulling her body even harder against it but, resist I did. Now I felt something else: wetness against my stomach, and I knew that I was leaking pre-cum. I wanted her, in any and every way. Although not important to me, I wanted her to know that her actual age did not affect my feelings. I yelled to her above the noises of the blaring music, and asked her how old she was. I remember thinking "bugger, that was a stupid question to ask a woman" but she simply held up five fingers then eight. 58? Wow - this cougar is sex on legs. I told her she had a gorgeously sexy body and I scanned her up and down again - taking in the outline of her breasts beneath her camisole, her trim waist set off with the leather skirt and those legs, Oh my god - those legs. Were they tights or stockings she was wearing? Just the thought of the latter had me imagining how her thighs would look and feel as they spilt out over the stocking tops - I SO hoped they were stockings. We "danced" some more although there was less pretence at dancing; we both knew we were actually embarking on foreplay.

No one around us paid any attention so, slightly emboldened, I decided to up the ante and moved my hand between our bodies and slid it beneath the hem of her cami. I watched her face for signs that I had gone too far as my hand encountered her slightly cool and deliciously smooth, firm tummy. She seemed to relax a little and at the same time pull away slightly allowing my hand to move up her tummy towards her breasts. Free of a bra, there was no obstruction and I felt that delicious moment as my hand closed over one of her breasts. I could feel her nipple harden beneath my palm - a wonderful reaction that sent messages of all kinds to my body; she wanted this, I wanted this; and my fingers closed over her nipple and stroked. I leaned into her neck, kissing and

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Hook writes Thu 31 Jul 2025 17:59:

Extremely well-written. You have a nice way with words to describe this fiery encounter: not too bawdy, not too tame, but just right (as mama bear said) to keep the embers going into flames.

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