Oscar and Dangerous Latin Cougars - Sex Stories

Oscar and Dangerous Latin Cougars

... the next day. Yvonne had too much wine to drink and needed me to help carry her down the hall and into her apartment. I obliged and held her over my shoulder as Mable assisted us to 401.

I carried Yvonne into her apartment, which was decorated somewhere between early 20's broadway and a burlesque show. Which is a great way to describe Yvonne's personality. We hobbled our way to the bed where Yvonne threw herself down. She asked me for assistance removing her heels, which I was surprised stayed on the whole time. She lifts one leg up seductively while making eye contact with me. I take a deep breath and try to calm the monster in my pants as I reach for her foot.

Yvonne pulls her foot away, folding her leg over her other knee which causes me to stumble forward as I reach to grab the renegade appendage. Her leg comes back up, and she rests her stiletto against my chest, she begins to slide it down towards my stomach. I can feel myself getting more and more turned on as it glides, her leg providing a great runway for my eyes into the folds of her tight dress where her color matching scarlett underwear stretches over...

My eyes widen as I realize that I may be taking advantage of a woman who is intoxicated, I may be reading into something that isn't there. Yvonne showed no interest in me until she was 4 glasses in. I panic at the thought, turn around and run out of the door.

I rush back to my apartment and close the door behind me swiftly, gathering myself for a ...

... minute.

"You did the right thing Oscar. You helped her get home, but you stopped there. Keep it in your pants you moron. This is your new lease on life, don't fuck it up before it ever begins." I whisper to myself as I calm down. After a few minutes of panicking, I return to a level head and return to what is apparently going to be a daily occurrence for me, sculpting my neighbors out of clay.

Never in my life have I met a woman who seemed so powerful and sure of herself with a figure like that. I know I sculpted Cyntia last night, but I have to get Yvonne too. Cynthia took my breath away with her physicality and confidence, Yvonne is just powerful and beautiful. I sculpt a woman in a dress, her body beautiful and mature. Her head I had to remake 17 times to get it right. A woman with so much self confidence and stature. I put her statue in the window as well to sun bake for a few days, then I finally embraced slumber.

Bright and early the next morning I got up and biked across town to a flower shop. I bought a bundle of tulips (I think she said she liked tulips?) and took them home. I wrote an apology to Yvonne and stuck it to the bouquet, arranging the whole affair in a vase I had made last year. It's modeled after a statue from Africa I saw in a museum. The vase is a woman with large nipples, symbolizing fertility and feminine strength, appropriate for such a powerful presence. I left the vase at Yvonne's doorstep and headed off for my first day of work.

I didn't ...