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’s
mother Emily volunteered her Estate Agent son to spend his day off cutting her
not insubstantial lawns.
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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