Mr Wright
Master Don Juan
I'll dive straight in. I was out for drinks after work, had a long day at work so wasn't really feeling it. I was standing at this bar and this milf says hi to me as I'm ordering a drink, me being in a mood just sort of shrugged it off and turned away. I slyly started to check her out after and she was hot so after about a minute later she's still there and has 3 drinks so I figure I'll give her a hand so I started some random chit chat. Turns out she's American and only in London for a few days, good news. I find out that was is 43 and she's a little freaked out that I'm 23 but as I always say, you can't argue with what turns you on. So we go and dance away from her friends and mine, she likes to have fun and touched me a lot. We make out and her friends leave and she stays. It's on.
I ramp up the sexual tension on the dance floor, she's telling me all about her fake boobs and how she's managed to keep such a trim figure for her age. But now I need to work out logistics because she's staying at her friends place and I live my parents, neither is good look for a ONS, so the only alternative is a hotel. We leave the bar to grab some food at some Italian place, this was actually a mistake on my part but I got away with it, we shared bottle of wine and chatted. She actually said "all this was so much easier on the dancefloor", meaning sitting down and talking was a little too real but lesson learnt and I didn't get punished for it. It was at this point I realised that either she should be nominated for an Oscar or she was genuinely really nervous because she was out with this guy she doesn't know who is almost half her age, thousands of miles across the world and she was fücking having the time of her life. I still led and did everything as I usually would, age really isn't an issue. Women are women. I have a feeling she's fresh off of a divorce because she has a few young children.
So she brings up the fact that I live with my parents etc and she wouldn't be bringing me back to her friends place and that we should go to a hotel. Even though she brought it up, I can tell she's having second thoughts because "this is crazy, I've only just met you..." blah blah blah. I figure the resistance is best to come now and I talk her through things with the old, "if we get to the hotel and you don't feel like it, you can just turn around and leave", which is also the way I get girls to let me bang them up the arse. Most women are up for anything if you give them a get out clause which most of the time they don't take. She signs into the hotel using her first name and my last name. Cheeky. We get into the hotel room, no more resistance...the cougar was unleashed.
Obviously never going to see or hear from her again but what a night.
I ramp up the sexual tension on the dance floor, she's telling me all about her fake boobs and how she's managed to keep such a trim figure for her age. But now I need to work out logistics because she's staying at her friends place and I live my parents, neither is good look for a ONS, so the only alternative is a hotel. We leave the bar to grab some food at some Italian place, this was actually a mistake on my part but I got away with it, we shared bottle of wine and chatted. She actually said "all this was so much easier on the dancefloor", meaning sitting down and talking was a little too real but lesson learnt and I didn't get punished for it. It was at this point I realised that either she should be nominated for an Oscar or she was genuinely really nervous because she was out with this guy she doesn't know who is almost half her age, thousands of miles across the world and she was fücking having the time of her life. I still led and did everything as I usually would, age really isn't an issue. Women are women. I have a feeling she's fresh off of a divorce because she has a few young children.
So she brings up the fact that I live with my parents etc and she wouldn't be bringing me back to her friends place and that we should go to a hotel. Even though she brought it up, I can tell she's having second thoughts because "this is crazy, I've only just met you..." blah blah blah. I figure the resistance is best to come now and I talk her through things with the old, "if we get to the hotel and you don't feel like it, you can just turn around and leave", which is also the way I get girls to let me bang them up the arse. Most women are up for anything if you give them a get out clause which most of the time they don't take. She signs into the hotel using her first name and my last name. Cheeky. We get into the hotel room, no more resistance...the cougar was unleashed.
Obviously never going to see or hear from her again but what a night.
