The small town was bustling with tourists — and I was one of them on spring break from my university. It was the type of place that only seemed to exist as a pass through, a mere speck in the grand scheme of things. At least to outsiders, that is.

The main drag was filled with stores that sold cutesy knickknacks and quirky souvenirs. I walked along, window-shopping as my eyes glazed over. But then I passed a bakery, and the smell of freshly prepared goods made my stomach growl.

I turned back to the establishment and walked inside. The bakery was charmingly decorated, reminiscent of a time long passed. The walls were painted pale yellow, and there was a retro counter featuring an array of pastries. I surveyed the selection of doughnuts, muffins and other treats. I decided if they tasted even half as good as they looked, I’d be happy — and well-fed.

“What can I get you?” a woman asked in a husky tone that raised more than my attention.

The sexiness of her voice surprised me. Behind the counter was a middle-aged gal with curly brown hair and a warm smile. Her name tag read Eleanor. I assumed she was the owner of the establishment. There wasn’t another worker in sight.

“Uh, I’ll have a chocolate doughnut,” I stammered, trying to compose myself.

“Coming right up,” Eleanor pleasantly replied, heading to a tray nearer to the back of the shop.

Shamelessly, I leaned over the counter to stare at her full figure, mesmerized by the way her broad hips swayed as she walked. I felt an unusual attraction to her. I’d always dated girls my own age, so I was shocked that I was so drawn to her. I silently chastised myself for having sexy thoughts about a woman who was old enough to be my mother. But there was no way for me to tamp down my feelings for this sexy stranger.

Eleanor returned a moment later with my doughnut, bagged it and placed the paper sack on the counter in front of me. I handed her some money, and our fingers briefly brushed. I felt a spark, like a jolt of electricity that shot up my arm and made my heart race.

“Thank you,” I said, my voice barely louder than a whisper.

“No problem,” Eleanor replied, her eyes meeting mine. I couldn’t help but feel like she was looking into my soul, seeing all of my deepest, darkest desires — so many of which involved her.

I left the bakery, my mind consumed by lusty thoughts of Eleanor as I snacked on my doughnut, which was magnificent by the way. I couldn’t get her out of my head — her voice, her smile, her touch. Before long, I found myself heading back to her, as if my feet were moving of their own accord.

When I returned to the shop, Eleanor was behind the counter as before, but this time she was reading a paperback. She looked up as I entered, her eyes lighting up with recognition — and more than casual interest. Our attraction appeared to be very mutual.

“Back for more already?” she asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

Eleanor abandoned her book and walked around the counter, stopping just in front of me. She looked me up and down, her smoldering eyes filled with desire.

“I have something special for you. In the back,” she said, her voice low and sultry.

That sounds promising, I thought.

Eleanor locked the front door, then took my hand and led me into a stockroom filled with boxes. She closed the door behind us, ensuring we wouldn’t be seen by any prying eyes peering through the plate glass window out front. My mind was racing with thoughts of what was obviously about to happen between the two of us.

She turned to me, reached out and unbuttoned my shirt, her fingers brushing against my skin as she stripped the garment from me. I felt a shiver run down my spine, and my cock was already rock hard in my pants.

Eleanor leaned in and kissed me, her lips soft and warm against mine. I moaned, my hands reaching around to grab her ass and pull her closer to me.

Suddenly, Eleanor pulled back. With a look of unadulterated lust etched on her face, she dropped to her knees and reached for my jeans. She unfastened my belt, pulling my pants and underwear down to my ankles. My stiff cock sprang free, already throbbing.

I toed off my sneakers and kicked them and my clothing aside. I sat on a nearby bench. Eleanor positioned herself before me. She wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, her tongue swirling around the crown. I moaned, my hands grabbing her head and guiding her as she began to suck me off. She took my rod deeper into her mouth, her throat relaxing as she swallowed me to the hilt. My balls tightened as I felt myself creeping closer to climaxing.

Eleanor pulled back, keeping her lips wrapped around just the tip of my dick. She stroked my spit-slickened shaft, her hand rhythmically moving up and down my length. I couldn’t contain my moans, my hips thrusting forward as I felt myself quickly careening toward ecstasy.

“I’m going to come,” I gasped, my thigh muscles quivering and twitching.

Undeterred, Eleanor quickened her pace, her hand moving faster and faster on my shaft as her mouth maintained its perfect suction on my tip. My exclamations grew louder and devolved into wordless bursts of sound. My hips pumped as she milked me for my cream.

I came hard, my load shooting out of my dick and into Eleanor’s mouth in hot spurts of joy. She swallowed every bit of my creamy load.

Eleanor rose to her feet, dropped her apron, and peeled off her pants, revealing her full bush. I’d seen a lot of stuff on campus, but I’ve never personally beheld a woman who kept her pubes in their natural state. That only added to Eleanor’s appeal. She sat on the edge of a big box and spread her legs. I crawled on the floor to her. Parting her pussy folds with my fingers, I dove between her thighs and homed in on her clit. It was already swollen and as hard as a pearl. Her juices were flowing freely, and I lapped them up, thinking nothing in her shop could taste sweeter than her personal fountain of honey.

My passionate partner hugged my face with her legs and tugged gently on my hair. I loved being surrounded by the scent of her sex and the perfumed flesh of her thighs. I continued lapping at her slit and finger-fucked her, feeling my cock promptly swell to full hardness once again. I didn’t let up, my tongue and digits working in perfect harmony. Eleanor’s moans grew louder, her breathing becoming more and more erratic. Her wet pussy grew sloppy with her freely flowing fluids. Before long, she came with a shout and then urged me backward.

I lay down on the floor, staring up at her with my lips and chin glossed with her juices. She stripped off the rest of her clothes, and I got a good look at all of her mature curves, so soft and lush. She was nothing like the rail-thin girls at college. I’ve always been a sucker for a good rack, and Eleanor definitely had one. Her pendulous breasts were topped with silver dollar-sized areolas and dark nipples that made my mouth water.

My sexy cougar pounced on me, straddling my hips, and positioning my revived rod at the entrance to her heavenly portal. Eleanor sank down onto me, humming happily. She released a sigh of pleasure when she’d taken my full length inside her snatch. She leaned forward, her tremendous tits swaying before my face. I craned my neck, reaching upward to suck on her boobs. I worried her nubs with my teeth and felt them stiffen beneath my tongue. She thrust her chest toward me, begging me for more with her body. She laughed delightedly, and I felt her cunt gush around my dick.

Eleanor pulled away, grinning at me wickedly as she asked, “You ready for this, baby?”

“Fuck yes!” I said, my hands clutching her curvy hips.

She began to ride me, her body rocking in a steady rhythm. I slid my hands upward to cup her breasts, my fingers pinching her plump nipples. She groaned, begging me to do it harder. I obeyed her every wish, tweaking and twisting them.

My hands slid around to her ass, clutching the firm flesh of her rounded rump. Eleanor then leaned forward, bracing her hands on either side of my head. She fucked me harder, slamming onto my cock. She rammed herself downward in time with my upward thrusts. The room was filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together. Our moans and gasps echoed off the walls. Eleanor seemed to be rocketing herself to another climax, her pussy clenching around my cock. Her sweet spasms massaged my member, squeezing me like a fist. It was a delightful sensation.

“Fuck, Eleanor. I’m gonna come,” I groaned, my hips bucking.

“I’d like that,” she said breathlessly, bouncing on my rod repeatedly. “But not — just — yet!”

Although we were strangers, we were both well versed in our mutual language of lust. And the message she was sending me revealed her orgasm was imminent.

I gritted my teeth, willing myself to hold out just a little bit longer to allow her to reach her peak. I was rewarded with the sweet sound of Eleanor’s orgasmic cries as she tumbled over the edge. She shook like a leaf as her release caused her to come apart at the seams.

My own climax followed seconds after hers. I released my load in volleys of hot cream, painting her insides. She continued riding me, eking out every iota of her pleasure as I was consumed by my own.

Eleanor collapsed onto me, her breathing ragged as she gasped for air. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest.

“I don’t know what brought you to our town — and my shop — but I’m glad our paths crossed,” Eleanor said.

“I gotta be honest. I thought my visit here was going to be forgettable — but thanks to you, it is anything but,” I confessed.

When I headed back to campus, I told my pals the truth. I’d encountered a woman who gave me a taste for the finer things in life!