A Beautiful Cougar Checks Out More Than This Young Clerk’s Package At The Local Grocery Store

Her groceries intrigued me first. I’m a checker at a top-shelf gourmet market, and I started to notice the items on the asphalt-gray conveyer belt before I even looked at the customer. Expensive champagne, fat purple grapes, fancy cheese, a fresh baguette — these were definitely date foods or party foods. In fact, I’d have hastened to say they were “sex” foods.

Curious, I glanced at the woman in front of me, and I saw she was one of my favorite customers. Chelsea was in her mid-forties, I guessed, but she was far more attractive to me than any of the young starlets who come traipsing through my aisle on a regular basis. She had an athletic style — often clad in yoga wear, her thick, black hair pulled back in a bun, nearly no makeup on her striking face. Her body was rocking — I could see everything beneath the spandex she favored — but it was the sexy banter we shared that I looked forward to the most.

This evening, she shot me one of her cock-hardening smiles that made me grateful for the conveyer belt in front of me. She couldn’t tell I was getting aroused as I tallied her groceries. When I told her the total, she handed me the cash and then asked if I would be available for a delivery later.

I was confused. Yes, our grocery store delivers, but why would she want me to bring over one bag? Turns out, she didn’t. She grabbed the bag herself, slipped me her address and said, “All I want is you.”

Excitement flared through me. I handed her the change and felt an electric charge when our fingers touched. She lifted her bag and walked from the store, and I stared through the windows as she settled into her sports car and drove away.

The last few hours of my shift passed in slow motion. When I clocked out, I bought a bouquet of pale pink roses, and then I hurried to the address she’d given me. The street she lived on was right on the ocean, only a few blocks from the store. As soon as I pulled up, Chelsea opened the door to her bungalow and motioned for me to come in. She’d clearly been waiting for me.

I walked along her front path, breathing in the scent of the salt air and the fragrance of orange blossoms on the breeze. Chelsea was wearing jeans and a champagne-colored halter in a floaty fabric, casual but still a change from her workout attire. Her dark hair was down from the severe bun she usually favored. She looked breathtaking. I stood in her doorway, dumbstruck, and offered her the roses.

She took the flowers and ushered me into her place. After setting down the bouquet, she pulled her halter over her head and let the fabric flutter to the floor. Then she peeled off her jeans and spun to face me. She had nothing beneath, and my heart hammered and my dick got hard. I couldn’t believe this beautiful woman was standing in front of me naked.

On a table behind her, I saw she’d set out the grapes, cheese and wine. There were candles on the mantle, and soft music played from hidden speakers. Before I could say a word, Chelsea was in my arms and her mouth was pressed to mine. I was embarrassed about my erection, and I tried to keep our bodies slightly apart, but the woman knew what she wanted. She set one palm to the front of my jeans, and as soon as she realized I was erect, she gave a happy little laugh that was surprisingly girlish. “This is what I love about men in their twenties,” she said, and when she gazed up at me, I saw heat and lust in her eyes.

“What’s that?” I murmured.

“Rock. Hard. Cock.”

Christ, the way she said the words made me even harder. She seemed so refined that I’d never imagined she would have a dirty mouth. Then she surprised me further by dropping to her knees and opening up my jeans. Talk about a dirty mouth — Chelsea’s was open and hungry, and in seconds, I was winning the best blowjob I’d ever had.

To date, I’d only been out with women my own age. It had never occurred to me to look to older ladies. Not that I didn’t flirt with them, but I hadn’t worked up the nerve to make a play. Chelsea obviously didn’t mind making the first move in any sense of the word. She was sucking me ravenously from the get-go, and when she paused for air, she said, “You feel so good in my mouth. I can’t wait to feel you in my pussy.”

I leaked a little pre-come from the way she was talking. I couldn’t get enough of hearing those fuck-me phrases from such a pristine-looking lady. Who would ever have guessed she was so naughty? She seemed like the definition of class. Now, she was standing and leading me to her bedroom. The décor was a blur. I saw art. I saw mood lighting. Then I saw Chelsea’s bed.

The huge four-poster took up nearly the whole room. Chelsea practically pounced onto the mattress and then turned to face me. “I want to watch you strip.” I had my clothes off faster than I ever had before. When had I last been with a woman as stunning or aggressive? Never. She pulled me to her and had me on my back. My dick was pointing straight up, which was perfect, because Chelsea straddled me and sank down all the way to the root of my cock.

We both sighed at the same time.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” she said.

“Me, too,” I confessed before adding, “I mean, I’ve been fantasizing about fucking you since I first saw you. But I never thought it would really happen. This isn’t a dream, is it?”

She pinched one of my nipples — to prove I was awake — and then raked her nails down my naked chest. That trick made my cock absolutely throb inside her. Chelsea swiveled her hips in a delicious move that had me right on the verge. I didn’t want to come yet. I couldn’t come yet. I had to prove myself to her — prove my prowess to her. I closed my eyes. I tried to think unsexy thoughts, to no avail. Chelsea said, “Every time I went grocery shopping, I had to drive home as fast as I could to get myself off while thinking of you. I used my favorite vibrator and imagined it was your cock getting me off.”

That did it. I came with such force that I almost bounced her off me. Chelsea held on to my shoulders and ground her hips down, maintaining our connection. She didn’t seem upset at all by the fact that I’d gotten off. In fact, she slid off my softening dick and spun around so I could lick her pretty split. I’d never done something like that before — eaten out a girl after coming inside her — but Chelsea made me want to do all sorts of unexpected things. As I worked her clit between my teeth, she ever so gently started to suck my cock. I began to harden up again in no time.

But I didn’t pay attention to my cock’s actions. Right now, I was focused on the honey-drenched treat on my lips. I sucked Chelsea’s clit until I felt her body stiffen. I could taste my own come mixed with her juices, and that gave me an extra special charge. Chelsea moaned around my dick, and the vibrations were truly thrilling. I felt her whole body go taut as I suckled her clit. Then she let loose of my manhood long enough to shout, “Oh, fuck, Davis. I’m coming. I’m coming!”

To my delight, the cougar had only gotten started. Still breathing hard, she pulled me around so that I was astride her and she was on her back. Missionary style, I took her once more. She wrapped her long legs around me and held me to her. I felt prouder of my stamina on this coupling. I got Chelsea off two more times before I pulled out and began to simply rub my cock up and down her slippery split. She went out of her head, moaning and purring, arching and growling. When I came for the second time, I made sure we got off together. The experience was transforming. All of my past interactions with women had been sexual intercourse.

This was fucking.

Only after we’d fulfilled our pleasure did we decide to nibble on some of the festive treats Chelsea had set out for us. We needed the fuel for the next round of the night, which took us well into the morning. We made love in ways I had only dreamed about. Chelsea had no problem running me through the paces.

My favorite cougar still shops regularly at the grocery store. Every time she comes through my line, I know I’m going to have a night of sweet satisfaction ahead.