I heard his footsteps sprint up the stairwell and braced myself to pounce. I was the kind of distracted horny that only women in their late 30s understand. I’d spent all day fantasising about cum all over me and inside me. I’d been used in alleyways, thrown around at stag parties and spread my arse cheeks to feel hot jets of cum shoot all over my aching holes. Both of my hands were getting sore from playing with myself and porn just made it worse. I needed a real cock to play with.
A 22 year old PE teacher pursued me online last year. I’ve never had cougar urges, despite friends enthusiastically telling me to try it, so he persisted, and I resisted. Curiosity almost got the better of me a few times…
Then he messaged me a few months ago saying, “I’m 23 now…” and something inside me was coming around to the idea… It turns out he lives on the same street as me and the convenience of this, plus his enthusiastic pursuit, eventually met with the tsumani of horniness I was surfing.