Heather answered the phone, a sensual smile playing across her full lips. “Hello, baby,” she purred, her voice dripping with sultry experience. “Are you ready for tonight’s story?” There was an eager affirmative from the other end. “Mmm, I certainly am,” she continued, slipping off her robe to recline naked on the plush bed, phone nestled against her ear. “You remember that night at the bar last week? The one with the flirty little stud who had no idea what he was in for?” She paused for a breath, letting her listener process the visual. “Well, tonight I’m going to tell you exactly what happened, from the moment I made eye contact to the last shuddering pulse of his release. Every. Dirty. Detail.” Her voice was a throaty whisper now, the words caressing the phone’s receiver. “I watched him across the room, could see the bulge in his jeans as he eyed me over his whiskey sour. Such a gasp, these young studs. Don’t know what they’re in for when they step into a cougar’s den.” She chuckled, a ripple of confidence, and reached down to slowly stroke a foot up the opposite calf. “I made an entrance, hips swaying, making sure he couldn’t look anywhere but my legs. Sat right next to him at the bar, ordered myself a dirty martini.” Her fingers drifted up to tease a hardening nipple as she retold the tale. “He was practically vibrating, this boy. Leaning in, fumbling for something witty to say. Men, thinking they need lines when a smile and a wink will do.” She purred into the phone, her voice a vision of pouty red lips curving over white teeth. “I saved him the trouble, turned towards him, and purred my interest. Could see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard. Told him exactly what I wanted to do to him. What I was going to make him do to me.” Her hand dipped lower, fingers combing through neatly trimmed hair to circle her clit. “He spilled his drink, the poor dear. Nearly chewed through his tongue. Couldn’t say no, not when I had him wrapped around my finger. So I took him back to my hotel room, let him watch me strip for him like a good little boy.” Her voice dripped with satisfaction as she painted the picture. “Told him to get on his knees, then guided him up my thighs to where I needed his mouth. He was sloppy at first, but I took my time teachng him. Showed him how to use that clever tongue. How to make me scream until the neighbors complained.” She was writhing now, working herself faster, chasing her pleasure. “And when I was ready, I pulled him up and wrapped my legs around his waist. He was already rock hard and leaking, barely needed to guide him into me. Split me open on his cock, a perfect fit. Could feel every inch as he stretched me out.” Her breath was coming faster, words tumbling out. “I rode him hard and dirty, nails digging into his shoulders, heels drumming his ass. Made him beg to come, then chased my own peak. Pulled his face into my neck, bit down until he shattered with a shout. Filled me up so deep I could taste him.” She shuddered, back bowing, as her own orgasm crashed through her. “Woke up and he was gone, just a damp spot on the sheets. Left a sweet note about how much he’d like to get together again. As if he had a choice. But god, the boy can come when I tell him to.” Heather let out a breathless little laugh as she came down, relaxed against the rumpled sheets. “Mmm, yes. That boy. I’ll have to keep him around.”
