45 [F] cougar fucked in parking garage by dream boy toy 21 [M], thwarts covid cock block

If I were to head into my cougar lab and design the perfect boy toy (think Dr. Frank N. Furter and Rocky Horror), I’d have spun John right out of a centrifuge. 6’1, with brown curly locks cascading into sparkly brown eyes. Killer smile, with corresponding dimples. Athletic body adorned by washboard abs. It’s gross, I can’t even.

John and I met online (through tinder) weeks after the pandemic landed in Ohio, and shortly before his college returned him home out of state. Thus began a torturous four months long tease, with me hoping (nay, praying) college would return him to Cleveland.

So when he asked me, “are you free today?” all I could think about was resolving this antici…
…pation. We agreed to meet at the Botanical Gardens and walk around, seemingly innocent enough. Maybe people would think I was his favorite Aunt, or maybe even his Mom, if my body language didn’t betray my ill intentions. I think the truth is, most people don’t “think” anything about perfect strangers they see, and certainly don’t assume the worst about them.

All the way there I was determined to “be good,” this strange little moralistic lecture I give myself prior to what often culminates in cock sucking in the back of my minivan. There will always be these two sides of me I’ll never rectify. My sexual fight club. The duality of good mommy narrator and bad cougar Tyler. If it’s your first night, you have to suck some dick.

I’m waiting for him in the lobby, and he walks in masked, sweatpants, long sleeve tee. His eyes are smiling. I know the dimples are under there. I say, “Hey, cool to meet you,” and try to act cool. As cool as 45 can bear. His body is literally bulging in these loose clothes. I can still see the shape of his thighs, his biceps. No hug, cause coronavirus makes that deeply inappropriate somehow?

My vagina is yelling through my panties to the rest of me, “oh my god, bitches, it’s himmmmm. This is happening!!?” My brain is all, “Shut up, cunt. We got this.”

We stroll through the indoor exhibits and I bombard him with questions about school. I am funny (ha), witty, charming, clever. I am super professional, well behaved, dressed appropriately. Like any number of interviews I routinely conduct at work. We move past the desert area, to the rain forest. I withhold puns about being parched and then damp. I ask if he’s traveled anywhere tropical, as I imagine him as the perfect pool boy, fucking me in some beach cabana under a swoon of heat and margaritas. The butterflies flutter around him like I’m guessing girls do in real life. I wonder how many girls are in love with this boy right now…(besides me ?) Ten? Twenty?

We head outdoors and down winding paths in the garden, exploring little pieces of the path that turn into hidden places. I take the opportunity to squeeze his arm, but he seems uncomfortable with my behavior. Worried he’ll be seen by someone he knows, perhaps. It’s a beautiful day, and the gardens are exquisite. We continue to talk and laugh, but I’m not sure we are on the same page.

As we wind our way back to the building, I offer to drive him home, and he agrees to walk me back to my car in the underground parking garage. Of course I’ve parked on the least trafficked lower level, all innocent I assure you…

We get to the car and again, I offer to drive him, unsure as to his intentions. He tips his head to the side and says, “Well, I don’t think you’d really want to meet my roommates…” Now I realize he thinks I’m trying to go home WITH him, to his dorm. “Oh no, babe, I’m not going with you haha, just was offering to drive you back…”

He nods, oh ok, but also seems disappointed. I convince him to get in the front seat and talk to me for a minute. We take off our masks. Finally!! The dimples ?

I ask the same question I ask all these boys…”So, what do you think?” Not one of them ever thinks they should say no to me, but I ask it nonetheless.

“I had a great time talking to you,” he says, coyly. “Good, me too,” I respond. Cue awkward narrator silence, til Tyler intervenes. “Can I have a kiss then?” I say with a smirk. He pivots in the front seat and leans over to kiss me.

It’s so soft and gentle, teasing, contact, then pulls back. I am literally dying a slow amazing death. Practically. Cannot. Breathe. Kill me please, beautiful college boy. He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me in now, touches my thigh, then pulls away.

I can’t tell if he’s liking this or not, because I have made a good number of men uncomfortable in parking lots. He says, “I’m just worried someone will walk by,” as we are close to the door. I suggest we could move the car back to a spot further away, and he likes this idea. I back into the space and when I throw it into park, I offer the rear seat. This he gladly accepts, the point of no return.

We both hop out of the car and he settles into the third row seat. I kneel before him, having conveniently folded the second row into the floor. (God bless Chrysler and their support of my organization MGBJ- Moms giving blow jobs.) I put up the privacy shields behind the tinted windows. Now John is happy. Now John is all mine.

He begins kissing me, more intently. I want his tongue against my lips. I want to suck his bottom lip into my mouth for eternity. He reaches for my breasts and grabs them, finding my erect nipples and pinching them through my sweater. I lower my hands to his thighs and bump up against his giant erection. (In our four months of talking, he did not once show me a picture of his cock. I’ll just leave that out there for you dick photo aficionados.) I start stroking it over his sweatpants and ask, “Are you ready to show me now?”

He grins, begins sliding his sweatpants down to his ankles. And then his boxer briefs.

Before I even realize his cock is exposed I’m temporarily paralyzed by the sight of his thighs. The shape and curve of them, covered in light brown hair, I want to rub my cheeks all over them, and then I see his package.

It’s obvious his dick has to be perfect. The universe could not be cruel to me now. 8 inches or more, thick, beautiful and uncut. As I’m about to inhale this thing, I stop and say, “you know, to be honest, I haven’t had very much experience with an uncut cock.” To which he replies, “I’m pretty sure it works like every other one.” This makes me smile at myself, getting my ass handed to me by this 21 year old kid. Ok fucker, now I’m going to rock your world.

I take the head in my mouth and he’s so wet already. I can’t explain or understand why some dicks taste like candy, only to say, that this dick was so entirely appealing. The scent, the look, the taste; my mouth became a fountain of spit. He’s moaning, breathing heavy, every time I take his beautiful cock further and deeper into my mouth. A pool of spit is amassing at the base and dripping down his balls. I’m stroking him now with my hands as well. He’s gagging me and I’m not even thinking about my eye make up. I want to choke on this cock for the rest of my life.

And then, something strange happens. After a few minutes, I’m tasting something bitter, like a chemical taste. I’m sucking him harder and rubbing harder, my hands slick with my spit over his shaft when I have a horrible realization: because of fucking coronavirus, we kept using hand sanitizer at the garden, most recently on the way out. And now I’ve coated his perfect dick with rubbing alcohol. Cue face palm.

I sit back on my ass and say, “Babe, I’ve ruined this blow job. You’re covered in hand sanitizer.” He looks at me curiously, and says, “I guess you have to sit on it then.”

Oh no, no, no, college boy. Mrs xo does not fuck in cars. Except that one time. But generally no. But I’m no quitter, so I reach into my bag of tricks (which now lives in my trunk, apparently) and pull out a jar of coconut oil. He opens it for me and I grab a handful to slather him in. I can only imagine wtf he is thinking at this point ?

But I love stroking a cock with my hands, and I’m thinking I can get him to cum this way. He reaches into my pants and squeezes my ass hard, works his way to my pussy from behind and shoves a finger inside of me. Begins playing with my clit, and I’m losing the ability to concentrate.

“Do you like how wet you made me?” I ask. “I’d be disappointed if you weren’t,” he replies. “You should probably let me fuck you now.”

I’m getting nowhere with this hand job. I’ve now covered this poor boy in spit, hand sanitizer and coconut oil. “God damn it,” I say. “Do you wear condoms?”

“Um, not normally,” he says. (Of course.)

God damn it again, I say to myself. Now he has to wear a condom. I reach back into the bag of tricks and find the ONE condom I still own. I make him help me open it, which is nearly impossible as we are both covered with viscous slime.

He gets it open and I work to slide it on. It’s so fucking tight. Like a second grader’s shirt on an offensive lineman. I kick my shoes off and slide a leg out of one of my pants and pull my panties off also, then straddle his lap.

Sliding down this beautiful boy’s cock in the back of my minivan I am immediately reminded why I don’t fuck in this car; my head is all the way to the ceiling and I have to tilt it to the side to avoid breaking my neck as I brace for impact.

He grabs my hips and thrusts forward, slides me up and down. So awkward and it hurts so good as my favorite cougar, John mellencamp, so eloquently put it.

Fucking is so much more vulnerable for me than head. That moment where you know you’re not in charge any more, and you’re getting fucked by some force of nature, in this case, a boy less than half my age, with a body worthy of being cast in stone. You can’t control that energy, you just have to receive it. I lose myself for a moment, staring at his chest, watching his abs release and contract.

I don’t remember who decided we should change positions, but I get down on my knees and he bends me over the upright second seat. Shoving his cock into me from behind, he grabs my ass and hips, pulling me back into him. The proverbial slapping sound begins reverberating off the walls in the car, which is no doubt shaking violently should anyone be walking by to see it. I start to doubt my capacity to walk afterwards, if ever. Destroy me, college boy.

People always ask if I get off on public sex, and I truly don’t. I’m terrified of getting caught, but I love the notion that I can’t resist someone. That this young stud got me to do that, against my better judgment, makes me so incredibly grateful to him. Don’t we all want someone who makes us lose our fucking minds for a minute and risk it all? You’re never so alive as when you’re breaking all your safe little rules. You are not your fucking khakis.

At some point I make him stop, wanting him to finish. I don’t think he can/will finish with the condom on if he’s not used to it. “Show me how you finish yourself,” I ask.

He sits back into the third row, drops the condom on the floor and I begin stroking his cock again. He takes over, as I lean into him. I take my tits fully out of my bra, so he’s jerking his shaft right into them, knocking my double Ds around with his fist. His eyes roll back and close and I can tell he’s getting close. His breath quickens. He groans, “I’m going to cum,” and before I can decide whether to put my mouth near this filthy cock again he shoots his load all over his perfect chest.

“Man, you are fuckin dirty now,” I tease him. “You need a shower.” And he says, “Yeah, and I already showered once today.” I take my tongue across his pecs and lick up what I can. Then I look for paper towels.

We get out of the car, two fuckin degenerates climbing out of the backseat in a parking garage. I always wonder what is caught on security cameras. It’s $11 for parking. The best $11 I’ve ever spent in my life, if you don’t count Beastie Boys’ Licensed to Ill on vinyl, circa 1986. I drive him back up to the main entrance and say goodbye. No kiss now, but a perfect smile. He puts his mask back on and says he’ll see me soon. (Don’t count on it.)

I watch him walk away, wondering if he tells his roommates.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ijqpk3/45_f_cougar_fucked_in_parking_garage_by_dream_boy