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I had a stimulating conversation with Patrick about art and design. It was refreshing not to talk about the usual simpleton caveman garbage. Just as I was ready to say my polite farewell to Patrick, he offered to walk me to the elevator. We stood by the elevators
, and as soon as the doors opened he followed me inside. The doors closed, Patrick cornered me and kissed me hard. I felt an overwhelming heat surge slide down my spine and into my panties. Even though I had no idea where our rendezvous was headed, his soft lips floated my pink tugboat gently down my juicy river.
 

The only thing that could sedate my throbbing genitals was to invite Patrick into my after-hours flower patch. I was in need of a carnal rite of passage. I had yearned to sleep with someone new and forever wipe away my ex-husband
’s cheap-ass germs off of me for good. Shoot, every once in a while a girl needs to have her garden sprinkled with some luminescent pearl-colored fertilizer. We entered the room and my head started spinning. We ordered a bottle of sparkling wine from room service. We kissed with intense passion after our nightcap arrived. With heated anticipation, I took off my blouse and then my red bra. My full boobs fell a little, as if to invite a helping hand or two. I pulled down my skirt slowly and left on my bright red panties. I was sitting on a chair tempting Patrick as he sat nervously on the tiny hotel couch. I never took my heels off as they gave me a sense of control and power—sexual security blanket. Plus, they just looked plain old hot!
I took my glass of wine and poured it slowly down my nipples, it ran down my stomach until it dripped inside my panties. Little by little I pulled off my girl-gear to reveal my soaking wet lady-parts. I had a landing strip between my legs that clearly defined my magic button. I put on a show and spread my legs over both sides of the chair to give Patrick a full view of my treasured goods. I started playing with my girl parts to tease him into wild abandon, as I dangled his desires with the tip of my finger. I circled my fleshy pink entrance into happiness and gave him a visual of where his ultimate destination would be. 
Patrick took his shirt off and walked over to me. He grabbed my hand and led me over to the warm bed. He had a loving way about him as he touched me. I adored the fact that he was a perfect gentleman. He started kissing me as if I were the last woman he would ever taste. I could tell it had been a long time since he had touched a woman. Amazingly, Patrick never took his jeans off the entire time. He intently focused on my body until I was too weak to withstand another quiver. I quickly fell asleep beside my new seductive friend.

The next morning, the sun peeked through a tiny crack in the hotel curtains, and I was awakened by its warmth on my face
. I tiptoed into the shower, trying my best not to stir Patrick from his quiet slumber. The luxurious shower heated my skin until I was in a warm, comfortable haze. I closed my eyes to soak up the memories from the night before. I watched the soap melt away until I saw two huge, soft hands grabbing my breasts. Patrick and I kissed, with steamy water pouring all over our faces. He picked me up and laid my wet body down gently on the slippery bathroom floor. It was finally Patrick’s turn to be inside me. Patrick went right to work on me like his loins had been locked up for years. I was deliciously tangled up in Patrick’s beautiful man-vines. He dug his face firmly into my neck as every inch of him slowly melted into me. Patrick deeply unearthed every womanly cell in my entire body. He was a sexual sleeper with a stallion inside him that could rival the best of them. Luckily for me, his patience for being in second place all night had finally grown tired by the morning.
He thrilled me immensely with his elegant man jewelry. No stud had ever made me feel such a raw passion like that before. He held me down as my body shook from the tiny earthquakes deep inside.

Before we parted ways, we kissed one last delicious time—like longtime sweethearts catching a train. Patrick scribbled down his number, kissed me on the forehead and off he went. I couldn’t help but think that maybe I’d been a dormant cougar for years and Patrick just brought it to the surface. As I closed the
door to room 328, I glanced behind me and smiled at the two half-empty wine glasses sitting on the ornate nightstand.

I must have illuminated the entire floor as I headed to the elevator. I was adorning the brightest glow across my red cheeks as I hit the down button. I was able to effortlessly
hail a cab as soon as I exited the hotel. “Beautiful Day” by U2 was playing inside the taxi as we drove off, and I could not stop thinking that yes, it was a beautiful day indeed. After that gorgeous whirlwind of a night with Patrick, my newly divorced emotional tank was full. Although, it would have been nice to keep Patrick around a little longer than a typical twenty-four hour panty layover—life had other plans.

Waiting in the airport for my plane to arrive, and soothingly drenched in the
afterglow mist from the night prior, I had a break to consider my life up to that morning. I flat-out realized that I was intrinsically equipped to open a new chapter in my life’s journey—a path beautifully paved with infinite possibilities. Oh, what the heck,
I even thought to myself,
Forget about becoming a run of the mill cougar. Instead, I just may become a sleek Florida panther, who makes up my own rules, only dates the right men, regardless of their age, and lives a full life, one without any self-imposed limitations.
Besides, why settle, panthers are way more stealth and alluring than cougars anyways.

If life has taught me one magnificent thing, it would be that there is always something magical waiting just around the corner—but only if you believe. That’s why I always have a pair of glitter heels hiding deep in the back of my closet—just in case. One never knows when out of the clear blue, a testosterone i
nterlude may delightfully arise.

Love and Laughter,

Ann