Captain Cougar - Sex Stories

Captain Cougar

... that something was stopping me from making us official and more than just sex. I could tell Jen was ready to become official, but that something was pulling me back, like unfinished business. One night all the lads went out for drinks, when we got to the pub I found out that I had completely forgotten my wallet. I told them I would be back soon and walked back to Wesley’s where I had left it. I could have got a lift but I just fancied a nice walk, I wasn’t too bothered about getting drunk anyway. After half an hour I got to Wesley’s, grabbed my wallet and headed back. Listening to my Ipod seemed to make me walk faster, and being a fan of Metal, well I could walk pretty fast if lost in the music. For a moment I think I can hear someone shouting my name but pass it off as music, until a hand grabs my shoulder spinning me round to see a woman standing before me. “Will, is that you?” she knows my name, but how. I take a closer look at the woman, she is familiar. She is wearing a black top that shows off her cleavage and revealing a toned stomach. She is wearing black leggings that cover slender legs and a round firm arse, and on her feet she wears high heeled shoes. Her hair is short and blonde with a side fringe. The revelation dawns on me “Oh my god Diane!” I hug her hard and we laugh and giggle. “It’s been way to long” I say “Where are you staying?” the smile on my face begins to hurt; I’m overjoyed to see this woman. “Here… I live here” she points to the flat “I live on the ...

... top floor, would you like to come in and catch up?” The smile on her face is hard to say no to “Of course, lead the way”. I follow her upstairs; her arse is still as nice as I remember. Her face in the light shows she hasn’t aged much at all, the woman is 50, but doesn’t look a day over 40. “Take a seat, I’ll bring some wine in and we can talk” she heads off to the kitchen and grabs a couple of bottles. I learn that after she moved away she met a man and got married, but she had begun to miss the freedom of being single, so she left him last year, and moved back into the area. “He never liked my dress sense that man. Always said I was revealing too much, but you know me hunny, I’ve always dressed like this” she said. “Yeah you have like” I laugh “You never did leave much to the imagination” we both laugh together “Cheeky bastard” she slaps my arm “But no you are right I never was one for being shy” she sends me a foxy smile, and my boner begins to rise. I take a sip of wine and try to calm myself. “Anyway, as I recall, you liked what I wore… a lot” I go red and look at her; she has a very sly smile on her face “Oh yeah?” I reply “What makes you say that?” my body begins to shake. She takes a sip of wine and places her hand on my leg “You think I didn’t know you wanted me back then? I remember catching you in my bedroom masturbating into a pair of my knickers” she does a very sexy giggle and slides her hand up to my boner but I’m still lost for words, her direct approach blind ...