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Author's Note:
This is my first attempt at writing from a female's perspective. Please tell me what you think. I may write spin-off pieces involving these characters if encouraged by comments.
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This is my story of how I became the 'Community Cougar' -- a name conferred on me by one of my 'conquests'.
Firstly, a little about myself ... my name is Julie Robinson, married, in my early 50s, about 5'6 with still firm 36C breasts, medium length auburn hair, green eyes. I keep myself firm, fit, and athletic by playing tennis, jogging and the occasional gym workout.
My husband, Steve, and I have been married for 30 years. Over time our sex life has become stale, boring, and almost non-existent. We fuck maybe twice a month and, honestly, he really just doesn't do it for me anymore.
Until recently, I was a Guidance Counsellor at the local university. Through the years I have developed a fondness for younger men and have spent quite a few afternoons in my office with soaking wet panties after having a young freshman stud in for an hour of tutorial. However, I always refrained from acting on my desires and lustful thoughts for fear of losing my job. But the years of temptation sitting in front of me day after day have certainly taken their toll on me, until I finally succumbed.
One afternoon a few months ago, I was just enjoying the day - lounging out in the backyard beside our pool getting some sun, wearing my favourite bikini, a sun hat and some shades, sipping some iced tea and reading a book. My husband was out playing golf with his buddies; he is an avid golfer and spends more time golfing than he does with me. I heard some laughing and yelling going on next door. It was my neighbours' son, Andy, and some of his friends horsing around in their backyard. I knew that Andy's mum and dad were out of town, so he was probably having a party or something.
Andy was in his second year at the university I had retired from a few years previously. Thinking about him made my mouth water; he was a perfect physical specimen - he was about 6'2 with shaggy hair and deep brown eyes. His firm body looked like it had been chiselled out of granite.
As I was lying there, I reached down to touch my pussy and it was certainly damp through the thin material covering of my bathing suit. My reverie was disturbed by a football which came flying across the fence and landed in the swimming pool. I moved my hand back to my side just as Andy's head popped up over the fence and he saw me on my recliner lounge.
"Oh sorry, Mrs Robinson," he said most apologetically. "We didn't mean to scare you. We were just playing some footy over here, and it got away from us."
I smiled at him as I got up to retrieve the ball. I grabbed it and went over to the fence to give it back. As I did, a naughty idea popped into my head, so I said, "Andy, you look all hot and sweaty. You and your friends should come over and take a dip in the pool to cool off." Then I added, "And call me Jules; Mrs Robinson sounds so formal."
"No, no, Mrs Rob ... Jules; we wouldn't want to interrupt you. It looks like you're having a nice, quiet afternoon," Andy said. It also looked like he was quietly appraising me and my suggestion.
"Andy, don't be silly," I replied. "I'm actually kind of bored and could use some company. I'll get you boys some iced tea and snacks and you can have some fun in our pool." I gave him a wicked smile as I looked over the top of my shades.
He looked a little uncomfortable under my gaze, but glanced back over his shoulder and said to his buddies, "Hey guys, want to go swimming?"
They looked across to me, and with smiles on their faces said in unison, "Sure."
As they climbed over the fence, I checked out the hot, young flesh. There was Andy; the next was Josh -- with short, blonde hair and a slightly stockier build; and finally, Damien -- almost a deeply tanned bookend version of Andy, an Adonis with a build as hard as a rock. I could feel my pussy starting to moisten at the sight before me as they joined me on the patio.
After the introductions were made, I said, "Hi guys. Make yourselves at home and have a dip. I'll get you some towels and drinks." They were a bit hesitant about moving.
"Uh, Jules, we don't have our swimsuits," said Andy.
I thought it would be a bit forward to suggest that they go skinny-dipping, so instead said, "That's OK. You're all wearing gym shorts, aren't you?" I headed into the house to cut off any further protestations.
