Oscar and Dangerous Latin Cougars - Sex Stories

Oscar and Dangerous Latin Cougars

... hallway. I watch her as she glides the length of the hallway to the door labeled 403. Each stride her voluptuous butt hypnotizes me with its rhythmic dance. The sway as it rises up on forward stride, and the subtle jiggle it dances when her heels strike the ground. I can feel myself stretching out my sweatpants as I watch.

"I'll be there, and thank you for the invite ma'am." I squeak out as I needed to string the words together before she disappeared behind the door.

She stops in the doorway, and turns to face me, the arch of her back twisted to allow her to face me, her tank top sliding a little further down her breasts.

"No need to call me ma'am, Oscar, I'm not your mommy. But you can call me Cynthia. And dinner's at 6:30 tomorrow." She says as she slips into her doorway.

I walk back to my apartment and stop when I get inside, my erection trying its best to blast a hole in my pants. I hope she didn't see that. I eat my pizza that was indeed terrible, and sit down at my clay throwing set up. I have never met a woman who made me forget how to be a human before. I have to carve the essence of this woman right now. I work furiously for many hours, sculpting and re-sculpting over and over again until it's perfect. A woman of clay who's lines lead your eyes on this beautiful adventure. She's curvy, twisting in the same way she did when she stopped in the doorway. She looks so seductive, and I have a hard time removing my eyes from the statue. That is until they ...

... nearly closed themselves, it was 2:30 before I went to sleep.

I awoke to an ungodly amount of sun in my eyes. I really need to get curtains for my window. I check my phone and see that it's 1:00 in the afternoon. Great. Sleeping in is the perfect way to start my new life of independence.

I run through a fairly routine day. Buying things from the Walmart, unpacking and setting up my new apartment. I set the statue in the window to sun bake for a while as I don't have access to anything else right now. 6:30 can not come fast enough as I try on every outfit I have in preparation for this dinner. I shower and put on my best smelling cologne, a gift from my uncle in Egypt. I try to dress respectfully, not wanting to cause any tension between Cynthia's husband and I, though still adventurous enough that people at the party won't think I'm a dweeb. I prepare myself to hold it together while in Cynthia's presence, take one last look at the statue to remind myself of the wonderful views I had last night, and slip into the hallway. The door opens after a knock and Cynthia is there. She is wearing the tightest pair of blue jeans I have ever seen in my life, an orange crop top that exposes the top of her immaculate bust and no shoes.

"Hola Guapo." She says while looking me up and down, biting her lip. "I told everyone you would be joining us and they're all excited to meet you. Don't worry if you didn't bring any drinks." She smiles as she looks at my empty hands.

"I'm sorry!" I ...