The Weekend Pt. 02

Almost running down the corridor, the two eager lovers reached their room in a matter of seconds before impatiently unlocking the door and stumbling into the dimly-lit love-nest. He gripped her shoulders tightly and pulled her to him, pressing his already erect phallus against her welcoming groin and kissing her ardently as he pulled her jacket off her and tossed it carelessly on the floor.

"Oh my God." Barbara gasped breathlessly, forcing herself even tighter against his hardness.

Jake roughly pushed her away, turning her around so she had her back to him and hastily pulling the zipper of her dress all the way down. She hungrily watched their reflection in the large wall mirror opposite them, leaning back into him as he bent and kissed her neck. Impatiently, he slid the dress straps from her shoulders and allowed the soft garment to glide off her smooth skin. Briefly, it caught on her erect nipples before it sensually fluttered to the floor, gathering in a crumpled heap around her high-heeled shoes and exposing her mature nakedness to his lust-filled gaze.

"Oh Fuckkkk..." He whispered in her ear, "You're completely naked... Absolutely fucking gorgeous!."

She felt somehow proud of herself for not wearing underwear, smiling as she observed him avidly watching their reflection as he pushed her head down toward the dressing table. Submissively, she reached out to support herself with both hands, at the same time sticking her naked bottom out for his inspection. His left hand pushed its way between her legs, spreading them wider before sliding up her thighs and slipping several fingers into her dripping sex. Over her wanton moan, she barely heard the sound of his trouser zip being lowered. A couple of seconds later, she felt the hard, latex-clad tip his penis slide against her pouting lower lips after his fingers had withdrawn from her. Suddenly he found his target, and with one smooth, determined push enclosed his throbbing hardness deep into her tight, clasping womanhood.

"Argghhhh... YES!." Her scream of anguished pleasure echoed around the hotel suite, "Ohhhh FUCK..."

Vigorously, even a little roughly, he began thrusting himself in and out of her; quickly increasing his rutting rhythm until he was unrelentingly pounded their loins together. An obscene, wet, slapping noise reverberated around the room, almost drowning out their mutual moans of sexual gratification. Within only a couple of minutes, both watching their erotic reflection and gazing lustfully into each other's eyes, he grunted loudly and emptied his latex-protected hot seed deep inside her. Feeling him pulsing within her like that, tipped her over the edge too, causing her to orgasm almost simultaneously with him in a sensuous mutual climax.

Gasping for breath, her nude body glistening sexily with perspiration, she felt him slip from her and watched him grin cheekily at her; almost insolently staring into her eyes through the mirror. Still fully dressed, and with his slowly softening penis hanging obscenely from the front of his jeans, he stepped back away from her and sat back on the bed. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw him peel the wet condom off him, marvelling at the amount of thick, off-white fluid filling the end of the latex. She grinned coquettishly at him then. Watched him tie a knot in the stretched contraceptive and toss it nonchalantly into the convenient waste bin.

"Wow!... Well now we've got that over with, we can settle down and fuck properly." He chuckled boldly, winking audaciously at her.

Stiffly, she stood and straightened her back, grimacing as the energetic sex in an uncomfortable position mockingly reminded her that she did, after all, have the body of a 44 year old despite her youthful looks. Turning to face him and seeing him immodestly displayed like that, she couldn't help but laugh at his youthful shamelessness.

"I would certainly hope that wasn't your best effort. You promised me much better than a two minute quicky." She jokingly teased him, any nerves she had ever felt at meeting and having sex with a stranger completely forgotten.

"Yes... Well I knew you'd be a bit apprehensive, this being your first meet and everything, so I just thought I'd get rid of any doubts you had before you had a chance to change your mind."

"Well it sure as hell worked," She laughed, dropping to her knees in front of him, "Now let's get you naked and see if you're as good as you promised."

Pushing him back so he was laying flat on the bed, she unhesitatingly took his still semi-erect cock into her warm mouth and began tugging his tight jeans down his legs, all the while holding his gaze and grinning sexily into to his admiring eyes...

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Chapter 5

Driving home the following afternoon, Barbara couldn't prevent a self-satisfied grin from spreading all over her flushed face. Perhaps fortunately, the traffic was sparse, even for a Sunday afternoon. Fortunate in that the happy, but extremely tired, new Cougar was finding it immensely difficult to concentrate on the road. Her long, black hair streamed out behind her in the breeze coming through the wide-open windows. Loudly accompanying the songs on the radio, her terrible, off-key voice filled the small car before flying out into the glorious sunshine that totally matched the joyful memories of her sex-filled escapades over the previous 24 hours.

She felt herself blushing as she thought about some of the naughty, even downright dirty, things her and her new lover had done together. Chuckling loudly in the privacy of her car, she looked back fondly at how he had taken her and used her body for their mutual pleasure. Despite her being much older, he had far more experience than her when it came to the actual mechanics of sex. His wonderful technique, matched with his youth and exuberance, had conquered any misgivings and reluctance she may have initially had with regard to what she used to think of as sexual debauchery.

Memories of their time together continued to distract her from her driving, different arousing flashbacks flying across her mind and keeping her in a sensual state of arousal. She giggled loudly, reflecting on how, just an hour or so before, they'd even indulged in oral sex in a pub car-park where they could have been discovered at any time. After they had eaten a lovely Sunday lunch, and before they went their separate ways home, a gentle goodbye kiss had rapidly turned into a sex-fuelled swapping of writhing tongues leading to Barbara shamelessly sitting in her car as Jake stood in front of her, thrusting his erect manhood in and out of her mouth. She'd sucked him eagerly until he'd shot an impressive amount of his hot sperm down her throat - very impressive considering how many times he'd already orgasmed over the previous 20 hours, then obscenely swirled his seed around her mouth before grinning mischievously at him and swallowing his deposit like a well-well paid whore.

As she drove along, thinking about how much her life had changed recently, Barbara found herself fondly looking back on her marriage to her wonderful husband David. She found herself able to lovingly reminisce about him without any sadness in her heart for about the first time since she'd lost him. She was even able to compare him sexually to the two younger lovers she had now had in the last few weeks without any accompanying guilt: Compare his warm, tender, gentle love-making to their more urgent, vigorous fucking. 'Fucking' - a word she used to hate but now, after what she'd recently experienced, had come to understand the true meaning of. Totally different to the act of making love, the naughty word seemed to fully describe what she'd done with her two young cubs.

She couldn't help comparing her two lovers too. James' vigorous, urgent straight-forward fucking in a few different positions, to Jake's more varied, even kinky, desires. He'd totally taken control of her, taken her to places she never knew existed. She felt her sex moistening again as she thought back to how he'd made her kneel with her bottom in the air while he used his squirming tongue to probe her most secret place. An act just a few short weeks ago she would have found dirty and utterly repulsive. Last night though, caught up in the moment, it had thrilled her so much she actually massaged her own clitoris until she collapsed before him in a screaming orgasm as he inserted his tongue deep into her anus and fucked that naughty place with its squirming roughness. Inevitably, after that electrifying experience, she had allowed him to gently take her delicate virgin bottom, once again climaxing as he emptied his seed deep into her clasping rear hole whist simultaneously fingering her pussy and massaging her throbbing clitoris.

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Desperately needing a pee, Barbara decided to stop at a service station and have a coffee while she was there. Sat alone in the cafeteria, absent-mindedly staring out of the window, anyone who happened to look at her must have wondered what the hell it was that was causing the beautiful middle-aged woman to grin like a lunatic as she sat alone with a simple mug of mediocre coffee. She knew of course. Daydreaming once again about last night, she was remembering how they'd still been awake at 2:30am and absolutely starving hungry. Fortunately, being rated a 4 star, the hotel had a 24 hour room service menu enabling the two temporarily sated lovers to order club sandwiches and a couple of beers to be delivered to their room as soon as possible.

Alone and horny, Barbara once again felt herself blushing at the memory of the night porter insisting on bringing his trolley into their room and discovering her sat up in bed, obviously naked and even more obviously just been fucked. Her large breasts, with their prominently erect nipples, had remained fully on view all the time the awestruck elderly bellhop was in the room, openly staring at her exposed flesh while her amused young lover was stifling his laughter and grinning evilly behind the obviously impressed old man. Despite all her futile attempts to cover what she could with a duvet that was mostly draped on the floor, she possibly even gave them both a flash of her neatly trimmed pussy as her legs thrashed about during her abortive struggle conceal her nudity.

The once-naive, newly-awakened, sensual woman in her wasn't actually feeling ashamed, or even just a little embarrassed, about being seen like that - by a stranger, completely naked and with all of her voluptuous chest on open display. Instead, sitting in a public restaurant, amongst unsuspecting families and fellow travellers, she was feeling warm and wet between her legs as she secretly recalled the wicked thrill she'd enjoyed while flaunting herself. That was another turn-on that was a new experience for her, that exhibitionist streak that had never surfaced before.

Always dressed demurely up to then, her luscious body had invariably been fully covered whenever she was out in public. She'd always refused when David and Emma had repeatedly tried to persuade her to wear shorter skirts and deeper cleavages, preferring to dress more respectably. When they were on holiday, despite loving the sun, she'd constantly refused to join in with the modern trend of going topless when on the beach or round a hotel pool, protesting it wasn't appropriate for a wife and mother of her age. But now she'd involuntarily experienced the stimulating effect of exposing herself to a complete stranger, she was determined to join in with her daughter and anyone else who wore less modest, more revealing clothing; women who automatically discarded their bikini tops and exhibited their womanly charms - Yet another small step in her willing journey from unworldly, wide-eyed, mature widow and mother to being an open-minded, passionate, sexually-charged libertine.

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Tempted to go to the rest-room and relieve the increasingly exciting itch in her loins, Barbara, after surreptitiously stroking her aroused sex and reminding herself just how sore she was down there, decided instead to complete her journey home and have a long soak in a warm bath. "Maybe, if I'm still feeling horny afterwards, I'll have a gentle session with my fingers before I go to sleep." She giggled, "But not with Rampant Rabbit... I don't think I could face him after what my pussy went through last night."

Laughing loudly, much to the surprise of the young family on the next table who obviously thought the beautiful lady had gone completely mad, the newly-qualified Cougar jauntily walked to her car and made her happy way home...

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Chapter 6

Late 2008 to Early August 2010

Over the next year or more, Barbara learned just how lucky she had been to meet Jake on her first attempt at a casual sexual liaison.

On their second date, at the same hotel, they had actually taken time out from their sexual frolicking to have dinner in a nice restaurant just down the road from their love-nest. There they had talked animatedly for a good couple of hours. Not in any rush - they obviously knew they would be fucking the rest of the night away - the couple chatted away easily and frankly. She had fully explained her reasons for wanting fun-sex, confirming her desire to fuck, not only him, but other young men too. She justified this by telling him that she wanted to have what her liberated daughter was having and enjoying. That she had been a virgin when she met her late husband and now felt she deserved to catch up on what she had missed out on as a young woman. Not that she regretted marrying her first lover in any way, just that now she was single there was no reason for her to abstain.

Jake, confirming that he was the thoroughly nice man she'd thought he was when they'd initially talked on the phone, had readily agreed with her, acknowledging her desire to experience other lovers. After all, it was only what he and thousands of others were doing. He had however, insisted on offering her the benefit of his experience as a casual philanderer, giving her a list of what he thought should be the minimum of do's and don'ts. Most importantly, he stressed, always meet in a public place first. Give herself the chance to size the man up before deciding whether or not to fuck him. She had been fortunate with him, he'd joked, but he may well have been a mass murderer or rapist and she had injudiciously allowed him to take her to an empty room in a strange hotel. He went on to explain the various rules he actually imposed on himself before finally emphasising vehemently the need to always use condoms when she was unsure of someone, again pointing out she'd had no idea of whether he'd had one or not the first time he had fucked her over the dressing table. "Little steps." He'd advised her, "Never close your mind to anything. Don't try it if you really don't want to, but never be left regretting NOT trying it."

Barbara couldn't help being impressed by her young paramour's philosophical attitude toward 'sporting' sex, as he'd laughingly described it. It all made a lot of sense. "Most of this ties in with what Emma tried to explain too," Barbara found herself thinking as she remembered her conversations with her daughter.

After much more verbal flirting and seductive chat over the next hour, the newly-confirmed 'fuck-buddies' then retired to their hotel room, again much to the amusement and envy of the young receptionist, where it took only a minute or two before they were once more rolling naked on the large bed and duly spent the whole night screwing themselves to a standstill.

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In between meeting with Jake regularly, Barbara soon felt confident enough to arrange sex-dates with other men too. Unfortunately, with varying degrees of success. Out of a total of five men she met in the same period she was having her affair with Jake, two never actually got her into bed. One of those turned out to be years older than the photographs he had sent her, and the other smelled so bad she was almost sick as soon as he approached her. Of the other three, only one was anywhere near as good a lover as Jake. The other two had fucked her quickly and inadequately for a few minutes before ejaculating well before she was anywhere near her own orgasm. They'd then disappeared immediately afterwards just as soon as they could throw their clothes back on. The remaining one had actually been quite good, in her admittedly limited experience. He had indeed stayed the night and given her several satisfying orgasms before they'd parted the following day. Unlike with Jake though, she had no intention of meeting this other man again. Truth be told, as he had once cockily pointed out, her young paramour had spoiled her for other, let's say kindly, less competent lovers.

Barbara quickly became more and more at ease in the company of Jake, eventually feeling comfortable enough to invite him to stay over at her apartment rather than going to the expense of paying for hotels and meals out. Gradually she felt relaxed enough to go out to the local pub with him, inevitably running into old friends of hers and introducing them to her young beau without feeling any embarrassment. It was during one of these pub visits that she'd needed to use the loo and left Jake alone with Gerald and a middle-aged married couple who had been good friends with both Barbara and her late husband. She was washing her hands when the rest-room door opened and two elderly women who she barely knew entered. Out of their sight behind the open door, she couldn't help but overhear what was obviously the back end of a conversation about her.

"I think it's disgusting. Her husband was such a lovely man too., and there she is flaunting her toy-boy like a whore."

"Me too. I mean he's half her age. She's old enough to be his mother, for pity's sake."

Barbara was shocked to say the least. Those women hardly knew her, and yet felt they had the right to comment on her life. How dare they?

Instead of being embarrassed and slinking shamefacedly away from any confrontation with the obnoxious busybodies as she would have done a few months before, Barbara, with her freshly-instilled self-confidence obviously empowering her, stepped into their view. "Yes ladies, you're right. He is young enough to be my son, but unlike you two dried-up old shrews, I'm about to go home and get the stuffing fucked out of me by a big, hard cock. Maybe you should try it sometime, then perhaps you wouldn't be so fucking judgemental."

Strangely calm, given the circumstances, Barbara then forced her way between the two open-mouthed old farts, laughing loudly at the startled dismay on their faces. Still giggling, and slightly amazed at herself for unexpectedly using the sort of coarse language she normally shied away from, the self-confessed 'older-woman' quickly walked back to join Jake and her good friends again where she explained the reason for her obvious mirth. Having had just enough time to tell her companions all about the confrontation, she and her friends all turned and laughed at the two visibly shocked old biddies gathering up their coats and their unmistakably downtrodden husbands before hurrying out of the pub, red-faced and deliberately avoiding all eye-contact with the laughing group of friends.

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A few days later, Barbara was having lunch with her friend Diane, her friend from the pub, when her relationship with Jake inevitably cropped up in their conversation.

"Do YOU think it's wrong? Is that really what people are thinking about me?"