(Part 01)
Yvonne Maher lived alone in a large detached Georgian house in a well-heeled leafy corner of Shallowfield and it was a bright early autumn morning when she lay cosily beneath her duvet and reflected on what had been a very interesting and eventful summer.
Yvonne was over fifty, only just over, but none the less she was the wrong side of that particular milestone and she was divorced to boot.
But she wasn’t a lonely divorcee because Yvonne had a wide circle of friends.
She also had a younger lover, more than 25 years younger to be precise which she supposed made her a cougar.
Yvonne had just come through a rather bitter divorce when they met, not that she was heartbroken by the ordeal or needed picking up from it.
In fact she didn’t mind being divorced, she hardly ever saw her husband Graham when they were together anyway, he was always on the golf course or in the 19th or more often than not he was in his secretary.
But when she met her young lover, Philip, it opened her eyes and showed her that she was still an attractive woman, still a sexy woman, still a desirable woman and her ex-husband Graham never appreciated that.
Her lover was her next door neighbour’s son, 25 years old with the body of an Adonis, a brain the size of an avocado and a cock that wouldn’t have looked out of place on a Shetland pony.
She was immensely flattered to still attract male attention at her age, she had had so little attention paid to her by her ex-husband that she had forgotten how attractive she was and Philip was very attentive, very considerate and extremely vigorous.
A session with him was like Zumba and Pilates combined with mild electrocution.
After a weekend with him she was quite literally shagged out and needed the best part of a week to recover.
Not that she wanted to seem ungrateful, as many women in her position, or positions, would have been quite envious if she’d ever told anyone about him and what he did to her and how often, they certainly would not have been sympathetic if she enlightened them.
After all there was a lot to be said for being orgasmed to the point of unconsciousness at any age.
It was just that sometimes she would have been quite happy with an early night and a cuddle.
If her affair with Philip went on too long she wasn’t at all sure that his vital and sustained attention wouldn’t shag her into an early grave.
Plus the fact she was no teenager anymore and getting ready for a date that would end with her being stripped naked and well and truly ravished took a lot longer than it used to do.
As a teen, a squirt of perfume and some lippy and she was good to go.
Now she needed 24 hours’ notice a good night sleep and five hours to prepare.
At the time she met Philip she wasn’t looking for a man of any description and she certainly wasn’t looking for a toy boy she hadn’t even asked to have her grass cut so she truly was an accidental Cougar.
And it all began one early summer’s day when Philips mother Emily volunteered her Estate Agent son to spend his day off cutting her not insubstantial lawns.
(Part 02)
It was a very hot day which got all the hotter for Yvonne when Philip took off his shirt and his muscular well-toned torso glistened with sweat.
By the end of the day she was at boiling point and he had finished all the lawns and was ready to abandon his horticultural endeavours and focus his prowess towards attending to her bush.
Yvonne was in the kitchen getting him some water when he walked up behind her and slipped his hands inside her top, before she could even protest he had un-cupped her breasts and then she didn’t want to protest anymore.
Yvonne was still holding the glass in one hand and the other was on the tap which was still running.
She was unable to complete the simple task she was performing because his big hands were fondling her breasts and was powerless to resist, she knew it was wrong but she hadn’t had a man’s hands on her for two years and all she could do was hope he didn’t stop.
So Yvonne actually sighed as his hand left her breast but then she gasped as it unbuttoned her shorts.
She closed her eyes as he began to tug the zip down slowly inch by inch and as his fingertips slipped beneath the waistband of her silk panties to go where no hand but hers had been for more than two years her knees buckled and she dropped the glass in the sink.
But Philips left arm wrapped around her body and supported her weight as his fingers invaded her wet crease and she moaned coarsely and he continued to support her while his fingers quickly brought her to the brink.
Still supporting her upper body Philip took a step backwards and Yvonne’s inability to relinquish her grip on the tap forced her to bend at the waist leaving her poised invitingly for the eager youth.
Her shorts had already fallen to her knees during his frantic fingering and with a deft hand movement Philips ensured her silk knickers joined them.
He then debagged himself and poised for the briefest moment to admire Mrs Maher’s plump arse and bejewelled pussy before plunging into her and then banging her into oblivion.
That early summer afternoon rogering was the first of many such occasions when she was on the receiving end of his huge cock.
But as Yvonne lay beneath her duvet on an Autumnal morning she wondered if it was worth it, well obviously when he was in her up to his balls vigorously attending to her it was clearly worth it.
After all sex with Philip, although really marvellous, was also very exhausting.
What she really wanted was someone of her own age, who could still get her wet but who would appreciate her for what she was when she wasn’t glammed up, someone she could be herself with.
Not that useless article of an ex-husband though, someone kind and considerate.
What Philip had done more than anything that summer, apart from skewer her repeatedly, was to remind her how much she enjoyed sex and once she had tasted the sweet sensual nectar of lust once again she had an appetite for it that she needed to quench.
So as she lay beneath the duvet she made an important decision, she wouldn’t see Philip again, because his stamina really could have been the death of her.
So she would instead seek out a less vigorous partner or even partners.
And with the momentous decision made she snuggled down beneath the duvet and availed herself of a cheeky finger.
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