750 'Sugar Cougar'

I'm using the 750 word challenge to mainly dip a toe in genres I have yet to post in, as I'm usually found in the LW or Romance pool of works. This is my first entry into the world of Mature, at least from a point of writing. Below is a short 750 word vignette. Luckily, I have a couple really cool editors & once again, my ass has been saved by29wordsforsnowfor tidying and adding to my work for release.

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5:38pm.

As agreed, I opened my boss Jacki Stevens' office door completely unannounced. That was the agreement, I had to enter after 5:30pm but not after 5:45pm; it's how she likes to play the game. For two months, we'd played this out once a week, sometimes twice, and I don't think either of us had any notion to give it up any time soon.

My lust for Cougars developed in college, the day I dropped a pencil whilst seated, then leaning down to pick up led to a worm's-eye view of the buxom lecturer's stocking-clad legs as she sat at the desk. I was hooked, Pornhub and its ilk fuelled my desire until the day I walked into my boss's office without knocking to drop off some work, believing the office was empty. She stood frozen as I entered, partially dressed in red-hot black lingerie, apparently getting ready to go out on a date straight from work. She recognized the look of lust that I couldn't hide, then walked over with a smouldering saunter to lock the door behind me.

Today, with the lights low, she sat perched on the edge of her desk, facing me. Each leg bent slightly, parted to allow barely a glimpse of the prize that lay atop those salacious legs, a hint of creamy flesh exposed beyond the top of the seamed stockings that she favoured, all part of the bait. Letting my eyes travel down, her feet encased in high patent black heels, the soles just touching the two simple chairs situated this side of her desk stirred the most primitive pieces of DNA within my mind. The trap was set, the hunt afoot.

Moving closer, I could only revel at the full-bodied Cougar. Panting, hungry, eyes focused on her prey. Aged twenty-two, what I thought were women prior to the Cougar, were no more than domesticated house cats. Moving to stand just between the chairs, I could admire the detail. The chrome tip of the spiked heels shimmering, the thick, chunky suspender straps, classically styled, like the heels, the polished suspender clips sparkled in the low light of her office. The black skirt, just long enough to be considered acceptable workwear, skillfully hitched to show just enough womanly treasures to keep me fully attentive.

With my eyes drifting higher there's the white blouse, buttons undone bar the lowest two, showing the black frilly bra holding the two delectable pliable mounds, each topped by a large round nipple, that I craved to suck, gently chew and nibble on once the feast was underway. Moving higher, an elegant neck, once I moved closer, the essence of her perfume now permanently etched in my memory as a marker for things to come. Her jawline, strong, yet feminine, lips now coated in thick gloss red, freshly applied and still sticky, it was now mere moments before they would be pressed against mine as the torrid scene would unfold. Her long dark mane, luscious deep black, curling seductively around her shoulders, framing her immaculately made up face, the makeup all part of the camouflage of this Cougar on the prowl.

Then there were her eyes, the single most captivating part of her. Positively feline, large emerald green eyes that drew me in seductively, never letting me go until she was sated. And that's why I was here, a morsel for her to feast on. Moving forward, our lips met, it was underway.

The prey was snared.

She turned, grabbing my tie, walked me to the wall, then pressed me up against it as those fingers ripped through the buttons. That was the point those eyes trapped me, and she knew it. Ripping through my clothes, I was naked before her, her mouth upon mine like a starved beast, her hands pulling against me as every feline fibre brushing against me set my soul on fire with desire. Then I was down, that's what a huntress does, on my back as those legs pinned me down, her hand reaching for the meat her lips were going to desire, guiding it inside. Hot and syrupy essence coating me, dripping to slather me. Grinding, back and forth, moving to pin my arms as her mouth descended on mine, tongue forcing past any feeble resistance had there been any.

My sugar Cougar was a huntress, with sharpened skills learnt over years. I was simply prey. She seductively purred in my ear.

"You do work well under me. There's a position opening soon."