Cougars (3 page)

“Mmmm,” she cooed, and then began to pant as I guided her movements. “Shit,” she whispered as she nibbled on my earlobe. “Your dick is so hard and feels so good.” I felt her pussy contract, then squirt warm liquid down on the head of my Pride. I spread my fingers and threaded them through the strands of her hair.

“Damn, the way you touch makes me so weak with indescribable pleasure,” she uttered. Her pussy tightened up and squeezed me with uninhibited intensity.

“Damn, baby! You drive me crazy every time you do that shit!” I said, trying to suppress the urge to let go and blast the bottom of her goddessness with hot liquid.

“Are you going to let me ride this dick the way I want to ride it? Do you promise not to move when it starts feeling too good? I want to do
you right. I want you to submit to me.” She met my gaze, searching my eyes for the answer instead of trusting the words that would pass through my lips. I agreed and surrendered to her will.

“Good. I want to show you just how wet my squirting pussy can get.” She skillfully raised her ass and glided her paradise upward until only the head of my manhood was inside her. She paused, contracted her pussy and held onto me in a move that affirmed she had absolute power and control over her womanhood. She sucked in air through her lips making a glorious hissing sound that matched an intensifying tightening which was making my toes curl.

“Don't move,” her voice fluttered like a butterfly dancing on the wind. She once again gazed deeply into my eyes so that I could see her soul. Her back bowed, her eyes opened wider, the cave of her mouth widened and I waited to hear her cry of pleasure, teetering on the edge of sound. Time stood still. Finally, the echo of her ecstasy sang its melody. I could feel the soft, silky streams of orgasm squirting all over me. Her sweet nectar cascaded down the shaft of my manhood, around the curvature of my balls and then trickled down toward my ass.

“Damn, this dick has some power to it,” she bellowed as she picked up her pace and rode me like a thoroughbred. My lover clawed her fingernails deep into my skin.

“Shit,” I cried out as she changed direction and coiled her hips counter- clockwise. I craned my neck upward and swept my tongue around the bend of her breasts while simultaneously enjoying the delicacy of her beautifully erect chocolate nipples.

“Damn you!” I spanked her ass in a fit of passionate anger. She reached behind her back and toyed with my balls. I spread my legs wider and began to tremble uncontrollably.

“Oh God!” I cried out as I blasted her with successive shots of my essence.

“Would you like something to drink?” A slim blonde flight attendant interrupted Jasmine.

“I'll take a cranberry juice,” she answered as she began fanning herself. Reading the story had made her hot. She glanced at the door of the cockpit and thought about Alex and fucking his brains out when the plane landed.

“Is that a good book?” asked the flight attendant who had her head slightly tilted so that she could see the book cover. Jasmine held the book up so that she could see the photo of a man's chocolate ass, muscular back, and squared shoulders.

“It's a steamy one,” Jasmine answered with a smile as she took a sip of the drink she'd just been given.

“Those are the best kind of novels. I love reading steamy stories.”

“The photo of the man's ass is what caught my eye,” Jasmine admitted.

“He does have a nice one.” The flight attendant smirked before moving on to serve another passenger. Jasmine put away the book for a while and toyed with the idea of going into the cramped confines of the airplane bathroom to masturbate while fantasizing about being fucked by Alex. After reading the passage, she could most certainly attest that she was in need of man to provide her with focused concentration and deep penetration. She'd just about mustered up the courage to do it, but nixed the idea when an overweight man, with the crack of his ass exposed, made his way toward the restroom.

“Well, there goes that thought,” she muttered as she reached down and removed the iPod from her tote bag. She slipped in her ear buds, reclined in her seat and listened to the smooth masculine voice of neo-soul and pop musician Seal.

Jasmine's flight arrived at the airport twenty minutes early. When she exited the aircraft, Alex was at the doorway insisting that she call him.

“Don't forget about me now.”

“I don't think I could ever forget a pilot as bold as you.” Jasmine said her final good-bye to him before heading down the jetway. As soon as she entered the airport, she turned on her cell phone. She'd missed a call from Millie, but immediately dialed her back.

“What's up, girl? Where are you?” Jasmine asked as she walked through the airport.

“We're all down at the baggage carousel waiting on you,” Millie informed her.

“Okay, I'll be there in a moment. My plane just arrived.”

“How was your flight?” Millie inquired.

“Girl, the pilot was trying to pick me up.” Jasmine laughed.

“Well, was he good looking?” Millie wanted details.

“Yes, he was a nice-looking brother and he looked like he had a big one.”

“Did you get his number?” Millie kept trying to pry information out of Jasmine.

“Yeah, I got it, but I'm not going to call him,” Jasmine admitted.

“Why not?”

“Girl, he was too young. He was like twenty-eight years old.”

“You need to stop acting like you haven't gone there before and dated a younger guy. I do recall several conversations we've had about how much fun you had dating that guy that was like twenty-five.”

“That was just a special arrangement between Steve and me. It was intimacy without intricacies. He knew his place and when I got bored with him, I told him to go find someone his own age to play with. He caught me at a weak moment.” Jasmine laughed.

“Yeah right! Ever since you got some fresh young stuff, I know your ass has been dying to get some more.”

“You know what. Let's just change the subject because I see you're gearing up to take this conversation to another level. What's going on with you and Frank?”

“Girl, don't even bring that fool up to me right now. I don't even want to talk about him. Right now, I just want to enjoy my time here in New York.”

“That bad, aye?”

“Well, it's not good, that's for damn sure,” Millie confessed.

“Okay, I'm coming towards the baggage claim area now. I'll see you in a second.”

When Jasmine arrived, she greeted and hugged everyone. They were all very excited to see each other.

“Tiffany, you look fabulous,” Jasmine complimented her as she gave her a big hug.

“Well, I'm not trying to look bad,” she said, striking a hot pose.

“I'm serious. You look so young and energetic. How are you staying in such great shape?” Jasmine asked as she pulled her luggage from the carousel.

“By having lots of sex, honey,” Tiffany joked and everyone in the group laughed.

“Hey Lauren,” Jasmine said as she gave her big sister a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Let's not fight, okay?” Jasmine whispered in her ear.

“Okay,” Lauren answered.

“Well, ladies, are we ready?” Millie asked. “I've arranged for the car service to drive us back to the hotel so we can freshen up before going out to Woodbury Common for an afternoon of shopping.”

“And a whole lot of drinking.” Tiffany laughed as they followed their driver out the door.

Confident, Travis exited the conference room and walked down the corridor toward the elevator. He was leaving a tenure committee meeting where he'd spent most of the day presenting and defending his portfolio for permanent status. The intensity of the hearing was as bad as trying to get appointed to the Supreme Court. It was a grueling and exhausting experience, but overall he felt good about the way he'd handled himself. He'd been working at the University of Berkeley for three years as an associate professor of chemistry. He was also a part of a special research team that was investigating experimental drugs to reverse certain types of paralysis. Once he received residency status, he'd have the clout and respect that he'd been working for tirelessly. Once confirmed, he planned to use his status as leverage to become a trailblazer in his profession and perhaps one day win the Nobel Peace Prize for his research. A lofty goal, but Travis was driven to succeed at any cost. Travis envisioned having it all: social status, wealth, and the great admiration of his colleagues. He could hardly wait to get his approval letter in a few days so that he could continue pursuing his ambitions at full speed.

Travis had made arrangements to travel to New York City for a few days to meet up with his best friend, Alex. After such a stressful conference, he knew he'd need some downtime to unwind. He knew that a body massage would go a long way toward easing
his stress level, so before he left he'd asked Alex if he knew of any place in Manhattan where he could treat himself to a rubdown. Alex, being the worldly person he was, recommended a place called the Asian Massage Parlor.

“Ask for a woman named MiMi,” Alex had told him during their earlier conversation.

“Is she any good?”

“Dude, trust me. You're going to like MiMi,” Alex had assured him.

“What does MiMi look like, man?” Travis had asked, a little suspicious of Alex's recommendation.

“MiMi is sexy. Plus, she has some skills that will make your soldier stand up.”

“Man, this girl had better be on point because if she's not I'm going to kick your ass,” Travis had threatened his friend.

“I'm not worried about that because you're going to thank me when MiMi is done with you.”

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. Once he checked into his hotel, he got in a cab and headed to his afternoon appointment.

Travis envisioned MiMi being a young, sexy woman with a banging body who, for the right price, would be willing to toss in a blowjob. He never imagined that MiMi would be a middle-aged Asian woman, with a belly as round as a barrel and a very thick accent. She had black shoulder-length hair and she was short.

“You're MiMi?” Travis asked when she came from the back to greet him.

“Yes. I'm MiMi,” she answered as she wrote something down in the appointment book that was on the countertop.

“There is not another person named MiMi here?” Travis asked, looking around.

“No. There is only one MiMi and that's me. Do you have a problem or something?” Travis sensed that if he kept asking the same question, she'd get offended.

“No. There's not a problem at all,” Travis said, all the while thinking of how he was going to kill Alex.

“Good. You follow me now. I'll have you feeling as light as a feather when I'm done. You'll feel like you can walk on clouds,” she said. Snickering, she escorted him to a private room where he could remove his clothes. “You just wait and see.” She pointed to the room where he could change.

“I can't believe Alex played me like this,” Travis muttered.

“Hurry up, so that I can work on you right away. I can already see the tension in your body. Right here in your shoulders and neck.” She touched his body.

“Yeah, I'm really tense now,” Travis agreed with her as he rotated his neck in an effort to loosen up the tightness of his muscles.

“A big, strong man like you needs to be relaxed, not tense. If I were your woman, I'd make sure that you were never uptight. You'd always be pleased with me because I know how to take care of a good man.” She continued her snickering and flirting. Travis laughed along with her, although he didn't find MiMi to be attractive at all.

“You've ordered my specialty. The Ashiatsu Massage. Have you ever had one before?”

“I've had massages before, but not that particular kind. My friend Alex recommended that I get one.”

“Airplane pilot, Alex?” she asked.

“Yes,” Travis said as he entered the room. The place appeared to be very clean and the massage table looked inviting. Positioned above the table were long wooden bars.

“Oh, Alex is my special friend.” She laughed like a giddy school
girl. “If he sent you to me, then I have to treat you
extra
special.”

“No you don't,” Travis assured her. He didn't know what kind of freaky shit she and Alex had done, but whatever it was, he wanted no part of it.

“Get undressed and lay down on your stomach. Drape a towel around your waist. I'll come back in a few minutes and then we'll start.”

Travis did as instructed and before long MiMi returned. She turned on some soothing music that was pleasing to his ears. MiMi held true to her word and had placed Travis in a euphoric state of mind. Her touch was like an intoxicating drug that made him feel as if he were floating on a breeze.