I have always appreciated the sex appeal of an older woman. There are plenty of reasons why “MILF,” “mature” and “cougar” are such popular terms in porn, but I never really understood it until her.
When she walked in the door, it was like my first crush all over again. Butterflies in my tummy, my face turning pink and I suddenly didn’t know where to look or how to talk. Her outfit would have seemed plain if it weren’t for the ripe, hourglass figure it clung to. Her jeans were low around her hips, which could have been literally child-bearing. Across the small of her back was a faded, skimpy tattoo, the remnants of an impulsive youth. Her cropped band tee wasn’t designer ‘vintage,’ just concert merch from her 20’s. She seemed like a snapshot of sex appeal from years gone by, like meeting Stacy’s Mom.
Despite whatever skin-care routine that kept her skin so soft, her charming smile lines hinted at years of pleasure & laughter. From that first moment, she radiated warmth and I’m quite sure she could seduce a nun if she wanted to. At first, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be her or be with her, but I’m confident now it’s both. Most of the women I meet in this industry are in their 20s or 30s so to see someone who was old enough to be my mother was unusual, let alone a woman so magnetic.
She was touring for one of the busiest events, so we were sleeping two to a room. As fate would have it, I ended up bunking with her. We were both ready to fall into bed after a long night but had time to chat about our schedules. I was impressed but not really surprised by how many clients were already booked in to see her. She said that being a ‘mature’ woman in this job meant more social dates than parties but it certainly didn’t mean any less fun.
“There are always new tricks to learn, and you should see the things I’ve learnt to do,” she said with a chuckle. I was captivated by her passion, her warmth, and even her perfume left me craving more.
The next day was a whirlwind of hairspray and glitter as we all rushed to get ready. Suddenly, she appeared beside me and laid her hand on my bare shoulder.
“Hey hun, you do overnights, right?” she asked.
I nodded.
“And what about bi-doubles?”
I nodded again and she smiled.
“That guy we spoke about last night, he has decided he wants a double and you’ll never guess who he wants to see me with,” she says with a flirty grin.
There was no containing my excitement for that evening. The perfect opportunity to explore this new-found attraction had just fallen into my lap. Maybe it was her years of experience in all things pleasure or the undeniable chemistry between us, but I still haven’t found anyone who can make me feel the way she did.
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