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A Mile High Adventure

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I settled into my seat, the plane’s engines humming softly as we prepared for takeoff. The anticipation of my solo trip had kept me occupied for days, and I’d neglected my own needs, a rare occurrence for me. Madeline, a mature woman with a healthy appetite for pleasure, was feeling the effects of her neglect. My body craved release, my pussy throbbing with desire. I shifted in my seat, my skirt riding up my thighs, offering a teasing glimpse of my lace-covered legs.

The cabin lights dimmed as the flight attendants prepared the passengers for departure. I glanced around, noticing the empty seats in my aisle. A sense of privacy enveloped me, a rare luxury on a crowded flight. The blanket provided by the airline felt soft against my skin, and I snuggled into it, feeling a mischievous idea take root in my mind.

I was horny, unbearably so. The stress of planning my trip had left me with little time for self-care, and now, my body demanded attention. I imagined what it would be like to touch myself right there, in the confined space of my seat, surrounded by strangers. The thought sent a shiver down my spine.

“What if I just did it?” I whispered to myself, my voice barely audible over the drone of the engines. “Who would know?”

I pictured the scenario in my mind, my fingers slipping under my skirt, past the lace of my panties, and finding the wetness between my thighs. The idea was thrilling and terrifying at the same time. I’d never been one to shy away from pleasure, but public masturbation was a new frontier, even for me.

The flight attendants moved down the aisles, securing overhead compartments and checking seatbelts. Their presence was a reminder of the risk I was about to take. I held my breath as they passed by, my heart pounding with anticipation. Their footsteps faded into the distance, and I knew this was my chance.

With a quick glance around, I confirmed that the coast was clear. The cabin was dark, and most passengers were already dozing off, lulled by the gentle vibrations of the plane. I took a deep breath, my fingers itching to explore. Slowly, I lifted the blanket, creating a makeshift tent to shield my actions from view.

My heart raced as I slid my hand up my thigh, the fabric of my skirt brushing against my sensitive skin. I could feel the heat radiating from my pussy, a clear indication of my arousal. With deliberate slowness, I reached the edge of my panties, my fingers grazing the damp silk.

I bit my lip to stifle a moan as my fingers dipped beneath the lace, seeking the source of my pleasure. My pussy was already soaked, the juices coating my fingers as I stroked my swollen clit. I had to be quiet, but the sensations were overwhelming.

I imagined the faces of the passengers around me, oblivious to the erotic display unfolding just inches away. The thought of being so close to discovery heightened my arousal. I pictured their reactions if they were to wake and catch me in the act, their eyes widening in surprise as they witnessed my fingers working feverishly.

Madeline, the mature seductress, was in her element. I closed my eyes, visualizing the scene in my mind. My fingers moved in rhythm with the gentle rocking of the plane, my thumb circling my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure. I could feel my orgasm building, a delicious tension coiling in my core.

I bit my lip harder, stifling a cry as my body tensed. My fingers worked faster, my hips thrusting subtly against my hand. I wanted to scream, but I had to maintain my composure. The pleasure was intense, a burning sensation that consumed me.

And then, it happened. My body shook with the force of my orgasm, my juices flowing freely as I came hard, my fingers still buried deep within myself. I bit down on the blanket to muffle my moans, my body convulsing with pleasure.

I lay there for a moment, panting softly, my heart racing. I had done it. I had cum on a plane, surrounded by strangers, and no one was the wiser. The risk had paid off, and the rush of adrenaline only added to the intensity of my release.

But I wasn’t done yet. The taste of pleasure had only whetted my appetite. I wanted more, and I knew I could push myself further. I waited, letting the sensations subside, my body relaxing into the seat.

As the minutes ticked by, I grew restless. I wanted to feel that rush again, to experience the thrill of public masturbation once more. I glanced around, ensuring the cabin remained dark and quiet. The flight attendants were nowhere in sight, and the passengers around me were lost in their slumber.

With renewed determination, I lifted the blanket again, exposing my legs to the cool air. I spread my thighs slightly, granting myself easier access. My pussy was still sensitive from my previous orgasm, but I craved more.

This time, I took a different approach. I slid my hand down my stomach, my fingers trailing over my sensitive skin, before dipping beneath my panties from the top. I gasped softly as my fingers made contact with my slick folds, already swollen from my earlier release.

I worked my middle finger inside, feeling the tightness of my pussy grip me. I was wetter than before, my body responding eagerly to my touch. I began to thrust, my finger sliding in and out, a silent invitation to my own pleasure.

My other hand found its way to my breast, cupping the soft flesh through my blouse. I pinched my nipple between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I imagined the eyes of a stranger upon me, watching as I pleasured myself, and the thought sent another wave of arousal coursing through me.

I moved my finger in and out, my pace quickening as my breathing grew ragged. I could feel my orgasm building again, a familiar tension rising within me. I bit my lip, my eyes fluttering closed as I surrendered to the sensations.

My body shook, my finger buried deep inside me, as I came for the second time. I muffled my cries into the blanket, my hips bucking against my hand, riding out the waves of pleasure. It was a different kind of release, more intense and satisfying than the first.

I lay there, spent and satisfied, my heart pounding in my chest. I had done it. Twice. I had cum on a plane, in public, and no one was any the wiser. The thrill of the risk, the excitement of the forbidden, had fueled my desire and rewarded me with mind-blowing orgasms.

As the plane continued its journey, I sat back, a satisfied smile on my face. I had discovered a new form of pleasure, one that combined the thrill of public exposure with the satisfaction of solo release. Madeline, the mature adventuress, had embarked on a new erotic journey, and I couldn’t wait to see where it would take me next.

The rest of the flight passed in a blur, the memory of my daring act fueling my fantasies. I knew I had crossed a new threshold, and the thought of what else I might be capable of filled me with anticipation. The world was my playground, and I intended to explore every erotic possibility it had to offer.

Secret Agent Man

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I was sitting at home one evening, relaxing on my couch, when I noticed a strange white van parked across the street. It had been there for a few days, and I couldn’t help but wonder what it was doing in our quiet neighborhood. Little did I know, this van would soon be the catalyst for an unexpected adventure.

I had been having some issues with my phone lately. The reception was poor, and I often heard faint voices in the background, like crosstalk from another call. It was annoying, especially when I was trying to have an intimate conversation with my long-distance boyfriend, Michael. I’d been with Michael for a few years now, and the distance between us only made our connection stronger. We’d often stay up late, talking dirty to each other over the phone, our voices laced with desire.

One night, as I lay in bed, phone pressed to my ear, I heard something that made my heart skip a beat. In the midst of my passionate moans, I distinctly heard a male voice in the background. It was muffled, but I could’ve sworn he said something about a ‘sexy milf’. I froze, suddenly self-conscious. Had they been listening to me? I quickly brushed it off, thinking it was just my imagination or a random coincidence. After all, I was a 50-year-old woman, with brown hair that fell gracefully around my pretty face, and green eyes that sparkled with mischief. My body was still shapely, with soft curves and C-cup breasts that defied my age. I knew I was desirable, but the thought of being overheard during such an intimate moment was both thrilling and embarrassing.

A few days later, as I was getting ready for work, there was a knock at my door. I opened it to find a tall, handsome man standing on my doorstep. He introduced himself as Patrick, an agent from the International Security Alliance (ISA). My heart raced as he explained the reason for his visit.

“Ms. Madeline, we’ve been conducting a surveillance operation on one of your neighbors,” he said, his voice deep and reassuring. “And during our eavesdropping, we happened to hear your… private conversations.”

My face flushed with heat. So, they had been listening. I felt exposed, yet a secret part of me was turned on by the idea. Patrick must have noticed my embarrassment, as he quickly added, “Don’t worry, we’ve taken care of the phone issue. And that white van you might have seen, it’s one of our unmarked vehicles. No need to be alarmed.”

His words calmed me, and I found myself relaxing in his presence. There was something about his confident demeanor that put me at ease. I invited him in, offering him a seat on the couch.

“I must admit, Ms. Madeline, your conversations were… quite stimulating,” Patrick said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “I couldn’t help but listen in, and I found myself… taking care of a certain problem, if you know what I mean.”

I felt my cheeks burn even hotter. So, he had been pleasuring himself to my phone sex sessions. The thought sent a tingle between my thighs. I bit my lip, trying to hide my arousal, but Patrick’s keen eyes didn’t miss a thing.

“I can see I’ve embarrassed you, but I want you to know, it was a pleasure listening to you,” he continued, his voice low and seductive. “And I was wondering, would you indulge me in a little fantasy of my own?”

My curiosity got the better of me. “What kind of fantasy?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

Patrick leaned forward, his eyes never leaving mine. “I’d like to masturbate for you, right here, right now. Let me show you how much I enjoyed your conversations.”

I was shocked by his boldness, but my body betrayed my hesitation. I could feel my nipples hardening under my thin robe, and my pussy was already growing wet. I wanted to say no, to maintain some sense of decorum, but the idea of this handsome stranger getting off to my words was too enticing.

“Okay,” I heard myself whisper. “But only if I can watch.”

A flash of hunger crossed Patrick’s face, and he nodded, a slow, deliberate movement. I took a seat across from him, my heart pounding in my chest. This was crazy, I thought, but I couldn’t deny the excitement coursing through my veins.

Patrick stood up and began to unbutton his shirt, revealing a ch of perfectly sculpted muscles. My mouth went dry as I watched him, my gaze lingering on the bulge in his pants. He kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his belt, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he were performing a striptease just for me.

When he finally released his straining cock from its confines, I gasped. It was thick and long, already glistening with pre-cum. He was circumcised, and the head of his dick was a deep purple, veined and throbbing with desire. I felt my pussy clench at the sight.

“Do you like what you see, Ms. Madeline?” he asked, his voice husky with need.

I nodded, unable to form words. Patrick sat back down, positioning himself on the edge of the couch, his legs spread wide. He wrapped his hand around his shaft, slowly stroking it up and down, his fist moving in a steady rhythm. I watched, transfixed, as his foreskin slid back and forth, revealing more of his thick, veiny length with each stroke.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” he grunted, his eyes fixed on mine.

I cleared my throat, my voice hoarse as I spoke. “Stroke it for me, Patrick. Show me how you touch yourself when you listen to me on the phone.”

He obliged, his hand moving faster, his breath coming in sharp gasps. “I love hearing you moan, Ms. Madeline. Your dirty talk drives me wild.”

I felt my own desire building, my hand unconsciously moving to my breast, squeezing and pinching my nipple through the fabric of my robe. I wanted to touch myself, to match his rhythm, but I was too enthralled by the sight before me.

Patrick’s strokes grew more frantic, his breathing ragged. “I’m close,” he groaned. “Tell me what you want me to do, Ms. Madeline. Should I cum for you?”

The thought of him cumming, just for me, was almost too much to bear. “Yes,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Cum for me, Patrick. Let me watch.”

With a loud grunt, he spilled his seed, his thick, white cum shooting onto his stomach and chest, some of it even reaching his chin. He kept stroking, milking his cock until every last drop was spent. I watched, mesmerized, as his orgasm subsided, his breathing slowly returning to normal.

We sat in silence for a moment, both of us catching our breath. Then, Patrick leaned forward, a mischievous glint in his eye. “That was quite a show, wasn’t it? But I have a feeling you’re not one to just watch, Ms. Madeline.”

I felt a surge of boldness, my inhibitions fading away. “You’re right, Patrick. I want more.”

Without another word, I stood up and straddled his lap, my robe falling open to reveal my naked body beneath. His cock, still semi-hard, nestled against my wet pussy, and I couldn’t resist grinding against it, relishing the feel of his length against my sensitive clit.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he growled, his hands gripping my hips. “And so fucking wet.”

I smiled, feeling powerful and desired. I leaned down, my breasts brushing against his chest as I whispered in his ear, “I want you to fuck me, Patrick. Right here, right now.”

He needed no further encouragement. With a swift motion, he stood, lifting me as if I weighed nothing, and carried me to the bedroom. He laid me on the bed, his hungry gaze taking in every inch of my body. Then, he joined me, his mouth finding mine in a hungry kiss.

Our tongues danced, mimicking the rhythm I craved between my legs. His hands roamed my body, squeezing and caressing my breasts, pinching my nipples until they were hard peaks. I arched my back, pushing my chest into his hands, craving more of his touch.

Patrick broke the kiss, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck and chest until he reached my breasts. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, while his fingers gently rolled and tugged the other. I moaned, my hands threading through his hair, urging him on.

“Please, Patrick,” I begged, my voice hoarse with need. “I need you inside me.”

He chuckled, the sound low and wicked. “As you wish, Ms. Madeline.”

With that, he positioned himself between my legs, his cock poised at my entrance. I was so wet, I could feel my juices dripping down my thighs, but I still gasped as he entered me, filling me inch by glorious inch.

He started slowly, his hips moving in a gentle rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy with ease. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper, my heels digging into the muscular cheeks of his ass.

“Harder, Patrick,” I pleaded, my fingernails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck me harder.”

He obliged, his hips snapping forward with more force, his balls slapping against my ass with each thrust. I cried out, my head thrashing on the pillow as pleasure spiraled through my body.

“You like that, don’t you, you sexy milf?” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “You love my cock inside you.”

I could only moan in response, my body on the brink of ecstasy. Patrick leaned down, his mouth capturing one of my nipples, biting and sucking it as he pounded into me. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, and I could feel my orgasm building, an electric current coursing through my veins.

“Yes, yes, YES!” I screamed as my climax hit me like a freight train. My pussy clenched around his cock, milking him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

Patrick grunted, his hips stuttering as he filled me with his hot cum. He collapsed onto me, his weight pinning me to the bed, but I didn’t care. I wanted to feel every inch of his body pressed against mine.

We lay there, our hearts pounding, our breath mingling, until our racing pulses slowed to a gentle rhythm. Patrick rolled off me, a satisfied smile on his face.

“That was incredible, Ms. Madeline,” he said, reaching out to caress my cheek. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a more… stimulating assignment.”

I laughed, feeling a sense of camaraderie with this stranger who had just given me one of the most intense orgasms of my life. “I’m glad I could be of service, Agent Patrick.”

As he got dressed, I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d ever see him again. But one thing was certain—I’d never look at a white van the same way again.

The Wild Ride

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I stepped into The Tipsy Buffalo, the familiar sounds of honky-tonk music and lively chatter greeting me. It was a typical Friday night at my favorite country and western bar, a place that always made me feel right at home. The scent of beer and barbecue filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of cologne and perfume from the patrons. I was ready for a night to remember.

As I made my way through the crowd, my eyes scanned the room, taking in the rustic charm of the bar. The walls were adorned with stuffed buffalo heads, their glassy eyes staring blankly at the revelers below. A massive black bear stood tall in the corner, its glass cage doing little to diminish its imposing presence. The floor was covered in a layer of sawdust, giving the place an authentic, old-school vibe.

Tonight, however, there was something special going on. I had heard rumors that the bar was hosting a mechanical bull-riding competition for a few weeks, and I couldn’t wait to give it a try. Ever since I watched ‘Urban Cowboy’ as a young woman, I’d fantasized about riding one of those wild machines, feeling the thrill of staying atop while the world spun around me.

I approached the back area where the mechanical bull was set up, my heart fluttering with excitement. The machine was a beast, its plastic hide glistening under the colorful lights. A small crowd had already gathered, cheering on a young woman who was currently attempting to tame the bucking bronco. She wore a tight pair of jeans and a crop top, her blonde hair flying wildly as she struggled to maintain her balance.

I watched as the bull spun and bucked, its movements becoming more erratic with each passing second. The young rider clung on desperately, her face contorting with effort. Despite her best attempts, the bull eventually won, tossing her off with a final, triumphant jerk. She landed in the soft padding with a loud thud, her laughter filling the air as she accepted her defeat.

“Next rider, come on down!” the announcer called out, his voice booming over the speakers. “Who’s got the guts to take on the Wild Thing?”

I felt a surge of determination. I was no spring chicken, but I had always been athletic and loved a challenge. Besides, I had a secret weapon—my unyielding confidence and a healthy dose of sexual energy that I was ready to unleash.

I made my way to the registration desk, signing up for the competition with a smile. The attendant, a young man with a cowboy hat and a cheeky grin, raised an eyebrow at me.

“You sure about this, ma’am? It’s a tough ride, and we’ve had some strong folks thrown off already.”

I winked at him, my green eyes sparkling with mischief. “Honey, I’ve been riding all my life. Just you wait and see.”

With that, I made my way to the waiting area, my heart pounding with anticipation. I scanned the crowd, my eyes locking with a handsome man sitting at the bar. He was tall and broad-shouldered, his sun-kissed skin and rugged features marking him as a true country boy. His name was Travis, I later learned, and he was a regular at The Tipsy Buffalo.

Travis watched me with an intense gaze, his eyes taking in my curvy figure and the way my tight jeans hugged my shapely legs. My brown hair fell in loose waves around my shoulders, framing my pretty face. I caught him staring at my C-cup breasts, his eyes darkening with desire. I felt a thrill of excitement, knowing I had his attention.

As my turn approached, I couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. The mechanical bull was a formidable opponent, and I wanted to put on a good show for Travis. I took a deep breath, centering myself, and stepped onto the platform.

The bull roared to life beneath me, its movements starting slow and gentle. I gripped the handle, my thighs clenching around the bull’s body, and began to move with it. The crowd cheered, their voices encouraging me to go on.

“Ride ’em, cowgirl!” someone shouted.

I smiled, feeling a surge of power as I matched the bull’s rhythm. I swayed my hips, grinding against the mechanical beast, my movements becoming more sensual as the ride progressed. I could feel the eyes of the crowd on me, but it was Travis’s gaze that truly fueled my performance.

As the bull’s movements intensified, so did my passion. I imagined Travis watching me, his eyes burning with desire as I rode the machine with abandon. I pictured him imagining himself in place of the bull, my body moving against his, and the thought sent a shiver of pleasure through me.

The bull bucked and spun, testing my balance and control. I held on tight, my hands gripping the handle as if my life depended on it. My breasts heaved with each movement, my nipples hardening against the fabric of my shirt. I could feel my pussy growing wet, the excitement of the ride and Travis’s hungry gaze combining to create a potent cocktail of desire.

“That’s it, baby! Show us what you’ve got!” a voice shouted from the crowd.

I let out a wild laugh, my inhibitions fading away. I was in my element, riding the bull with a fierce determination that surprised even me. I could see the surprise and admiration on Travis’s face, and it only fueled my fire.

As the ride neared its climax, I knew I had to give it my all. I threw my head back, my hair flying wildly as I arched my back, offering myself to the bull and the audience. I could feel the eyes of every man and woman in the bar on me, but it was Travis’s gaze that I sought, his approval that I craved.

With one final, dramatic buck, the ride came to an end. I held my position, my body still moving in time with the now-still bull. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, their voices filling the bar with excitement.

“We have a winner, folks!” the announcer declared. “This lady just rode the Wild Thing like a true champion!”

I stepped off the bull, my legs a little shaky from the intense ride. I was greeted by a round of high-fives and congratulatory pats on the back as I made my way to the bar, where Travis was waiting.

“That was something else,” he said, his deep voice sending a tremor through me. “I’ve never seen anyone ride like that. You’ve got some serious skills, ma’am.”

I smiled, feeling a rush of satisfaction. “Why thank you, kind sir. I do love a good ride, and that bull sure gave me a run for my money.”

Travis leaned closer, his breath warm on my neck. “I’d love to give you a different kind of ride, if you know what I mean.”

I laughed, feeling a delicious tingle between my thighs. “Why don’t we find out, cowboy? I’ve always had a soft spot for a man who can handle a wild woman.”

We left the bar together, the night air cool against our heated skin. Travis drove us to his place, a cozy cabin on the outskirts of town. The drive was filled with playful banter and subtle innuendos, our anticipation building with every passing mile.

As we stepped inside his cabin, the warmth of the fireplace enveloped us, casting a romantic glow over the rustic interior. Travis poured us each a glass of whiskey, and we sat on the couch, our bodies close but not yet touching.

“So, Madeline,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “Tell me, what makes a woman like you so damn good at riding?”

I took a sip of the smooth liquor, savoring the burn as it slid down my throat. “It’s all about finding the right rhythm, Travis. Feeling the power of the ride and letting it move through you. And of course, having a partner who knows how to handle you.”

Travis’s eyes smoldered with desire. “Well, I aim to please, ma’am. How about I show you what I can do?”

I set my glass aside and moved closer to him, my hand reaching for the buckle of his belt. “I’d like that very much, cowboy.”

With swift, practiced movements, I undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, revealing his hardening cock beneath. I stroked him through his boxers, feeling his length and thickness, and reveled in the power I held over this handsome man.

Travis groaned, his head falling back as I teased him. “Damn, woman, you sure know how to handle a man.”

I smiled, my fingers working their magic as I freed his thick shaft from its confines. “I’ve always had a way with men, Travis. But I think you might just be the one who tames this wild cowgirl.”

I lowered myself to my knees, my hands still stroking his length as I took him into my mouth. I sucked and licked, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting his salty pre-cum as it leaked from the tip.

Travis’s hands gripped my hair, his hips thrusting gently as he encouraged me to take more of him. I moaned around his shaft, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure through his body. I looked up at him, my green eyes locked with his, as I deep-throated him, taking him all the way to the base.

“Fuck, you’re incredible,” he gasped, his voice hoarse with desire. “Keep going, baby, I’m close.”

I obliged, my mouth working feverishly as I sucked and stroked him. I could feel his balls tightening, his cock throbbing in my mouth as he neared his climax. With a final, powerful thrust, Travis came, his hot cum shooting down my throat, filling my mouth with his essence.

I swallowed, savoring the taste of him, and continued to suck gently as his orgasm subsided. Travis pulled me up, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing together as we shared the taste of his release.

“Damn, that was amazing,” he breathed, his hands roaming over my body. “But now it’s my turn to ride you, cowgirl.”

I laughed, my heart racing with excitement. “Oh, I’d love to see you try, cowboy. But I warn you, I might just buck you off.”

Travis stood, his strong hands guiding me to the bedroom. He stripped me of my clothes, his eyes feasting on my naked body. I stood before him, my breasts heaving, my pussy glistening with anticipation.

He pushed me onto the bed, his hands gripping my thighs as he spread my legs wide. I looked up at him, my eyes heavy with lust, as he positioned himself between my thighs.

“Hold on tight, cowgirl,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “This is gonna be one hell of a ride.”

With that, he thrust into me, filling me with his thick, hard cock. I gasped, my body arching to meet his as he began to move. His strokes were long and deep, his hips rolling in a sensual rhythm that had me moaning and writhing beneath him.

“That’s it, baby, take it all,” he grunted, his breath hot against my neck. “Feel how good it is when I ride you.”

I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as I matched his pace. Our bodies moved as one, our skin slick with sweat as we fucked with wild abandon. I could feel my orgasm building, my pussy tightening around his cock as I neared the edge.

“Oh God, Travis, I’m gonna come,” I cried out, my voice hoarse with pleasure. “Keep fucking me, please don’t stop!”

Travis grinned, his eyes dark with passion. “Not yet, baby. I want you to come all over my cock, milking me with that sweet pussy of yours.”

He leaned down, his mouth capturing one of my nipples as he sucked and nibbled, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I arched my back, my hands gripping the sheets as I rode the crest of my orgasm.

“Yes, yes, YES!” I screamed, my body convulsing as my climax ripped through me. I could feel my pussy pulsating around his cock, milking him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

Travis grunted, his own release building as he pounded into me with renewed fervor. “Fuck, I’m close, I’m so fucking close!”

I reached between us, my fingers finding his balls and gently squeezing as I rubbed his sensitive skin. “Come for me, cowboy,” I whispered. “Fill me up with your hot cum.”

With a final, powerful thrust, Travis came, his cock pulsating as he emptied himself deep inside me. I could feel his hot seed filling me, his body trembling as he rode out his orgasm.

We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies entwined, our hearts still racing from the intensity of our passion. I turned to Travis, my hand reaching up to caress his cheek.

“That was incredible,” I whispered, my voice soft and breathless. “I’ve never been ridden like that before.”

Travis smiled, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “You were incredible, Madeline. I’ve never met a woman who could ride like you. You truly are a wild one.”

I laughed, feeling a sense of pride and fulfillment. “Well, I guess I just needed the right cowboy to bring out my wild side. And I think I found him tonight.”

We lay there for a while, our bodies entangled, our breath slowly returning to normal. I knew that this night would be one I’d never forget, and I couldn’t wait to see what other adventures lay ahead.

As I drifted off to sleep in Travis’s arms, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for the mechanical bull that had brought us together. Sometimes, all it takes is a little bit of courage and a whole lot of desire to unlock the wildest of rides.

The Plumber’s Lesson

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I couldn’t believe the words that had just left my mouth. There I was, standing in my bathroom, watching as the young, handsome plumber finished installing my new shower system. His name was James, or so his name tag read. With his muscular arms and broad shoulders, he was the epitome of a manly tradesman. I had specifically requested a male plumber, and the company had sent me this gorgeous specimen. Little did he know, he was about to get an unexpected show.

I had been flirting with him subtly since he arrived, making small talk and complimenting his work. James had a charming smile and a hint of shyness in his deep blue eyes, which only made him more attractive. As he tightened the last screw on the shower panel, I decided to be bolder, taking a chance that might either scare him off or fulfill my secret fantasy.

“You know, James, I’m so glad I insisted on this handheld shower attachment,” I said, running my fingers along the sleek metal hose. “It’s not just for cleaning those hard-to-reach places.”

James straightened up, wiping his brow with the back of his hand, leaving a streak of dirt across his forehead. “Oh, really? What else is it good for then?” His curiosity was piqued, and I could see the wheels turning in his head.

Taking a deep breath, I decided to plunge ahead. “Well, it’s perfect for… self-pleasure.” I bit my lip, feeling a rush of excitement and nervousness as I revealed my little secret.

His eyes widened, and the color drained from his face. “Self-pleasure? You mean… masturbation?” He whispered the word as if it were a forbidden term, and his reaction only fueled my desire to push further.

“Yes, masturbation. I didn’t mean to embarrass you, but I thought you should know why I was so particular about this setup.” I stepped closer to him, my heart racing. “I love a good water-induced orgasm, and I’m not about to give those up.”

James’s mouth hung open slightly, and he seemed at a loss for words. I could almost see the steam rising from his ears as his face flushed with embarrassment. The poor guy was probably not used to women being so forward, especially one who looked like me—a mature, confident woman in her prime.

Sensing his discomfort, I decided to take control of the situation. “You look shocked, James. Don’t worry, I won’t bite… unless you want me to.” I winked at him, my voice dripping with seduction. “In fact, since you’re so curious, I’d be happy to demonstrate how I use this showerhead to bring myself pleasure.”

His eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape, but I knew he was hooked. The idea of watching a woman like me, who could be his mother, masturbate in front of him was both scandalous and irresistible.

“I-I don’t know what to say,” he stammered. “I mean, I’ve never… I mean, I shouldn’t…”

I placed my hand on his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath beneath my palm. “Shh… just relax and enjoy the show. Consider it a private performance just for you.”

Without waiting for his response, I slowly began to unbutton my silk blouse, revealing my lace black bra and the swell of my full C-cup breasts. James’s eyes locked onto my cleavage, his mouth dry as he struggled to swallow. I could see the bulge in his work pants growing, and I knew I had him right where I wanted.

I slipped off my blouse, letting it fall to the floor, and then unhooked my bra, freeing my breasts. My nipples hardened in the cool air, and I cupped them in my hands, squeezing gently as I offered him a sultry smile.

“Do you like what you see, James?” I asked, my voice husky with desire.

He nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence.

I stepped out of my skirt, revealing my matching lace panties and toned, shapely legs. “Now, for the main event,” I purred, reaching for the shower controls.

With a twist of the knob, the showerhead came to life, spraying a gentle mist of warm water. I stepped under the stream, closing my eyes as the water caressed my skin. I ran the handheld showerhead along my neck, down my shoulders, and across my breasts, moaning softly as the sensation sent shivers down my spine.

“Watch how I use this,” I instructed, my voice laced with lust. I angled the showerhead so that the water flowed directly onto my nipples, which were already erect and begging for attention. I rubbed the stream back and forth, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

James stood frozen, his eyes glued to my naked form as I played with the water, teasing my sensitive nipples. I could see his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, as if he were fighting an internal battle between his professional demeanor and his primal urges.

“Does it feel good?” he managed to ask, his voice hoarse.

“Oh, it feels amazing,” I breathed, my eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. “But it’s even better down here.”

I slowly lowered the showerhead, letting the water run down my stomach, teasing my navel before trailing lower, until it reached the apex of my thighs. I parted my legs, giving him an unobstructed view of my glistening pussy, already wet and ready.

With one hand, I spread my lips, exposing my swollen clit, while the other guided the showerhead to my most intimate spot. I let out a soft cry as the warm water hit my sensitive bundle of nerves, sending sparks of pleasure throughout my body.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned, my head falling back as I surrendered to the sensations. I moved the showerhead in slow circles, building the pressure, and then faster, as my arousal intensified.

James’s breathing grew heavier, and I could see his chest heaving as he struggled to maintain his composure. His eyes were locked on my fingers, now sliding in and out of my wetness, while the water continued to tease my clit.

“That’s it, James, watch me,” I urged, my voice thick with desire. “See how I touch myself? How I bring myself pleasure?”

I increased the pace, my fingers plunging deeper, matching the rhythm of the showerhead as it massaged my clit. My breath came in short gasps, and I knew I was close to the edge.

“Oh, God, I’m going to come,” I cried out, my body trembling as the orgasm built.

James’s eyes were wild, his face a mask of pure desire. He took a step forward, as if to join me, but I held up a hand, shaking my head.

“No, just watch,” I panted, my eyes never leaving his.

The climax hit me like a wave, crashing over my body as I cried out, my fingers working furiously at my swollen bud. I rode the wave of pleasure, my hips bucking against the showerhead, until I finally collapsed, spent and satisfied.

I stepped out from under the shower stream, my body glistening with a mix of water and sweat. James stood there, his jaw clenched, his erection straining against his pants.

“That was incredible,” he whispered, his voice raw.

I smiled, feeling empowered by the raw desire I had awakened in this young man. “It was, wasn’t it? And all thanks to this wonderful showerhead.”

He nodded, his eyes never leaving my naked form.

I stepped closer to him, my breasts brushing against his chest. “You’ve been a very good boy, James. I think you deserve a reward.”

Before he could respond, I dropped to my knees, unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his zipper. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and I wrapped my hand around it, stroking gently.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, his hands gripping my shoulders as I took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head.

I sucked him deeply, taking him to the back of my throat, my hand pumping the base of his shaft in time with my mouth. James’s hands fisted in my hair, guiding my movements as he thrust gently, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“I’m gonna come,” he warned, his voice strained.

I increased the pace, sucking and stroking him with fervor, until he exploded in my mouth, his warm cum hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed every drop, milking him dry as he trembled above me.

As he caught his breath, I stood up, my body still buzzing from the thrill of our encounter. “Well, James, I hope that demonstration was satisfactory.”

He nodded, his eyes glazed with post-orgasmic bliss. “It was… incredible. I’ve never experienced anything like that before.”

I smiled, satisfied that I had not only fulfilled my own fantasy but had also given this handsome plumber a lesson in pleasure he would never forget.

“Now, I believe you have some final touches to make on the shower,” I said, picking up my clothes. “And I have a feeling this won’t be the last time you’ll be using that handheld showerhead for more than just cleaning.”

With a final wink, I left James to finish his work, knowing that he would forever remember the day he installed a shower for a woman who showed him just how satisfying a water-induced orgasm could be.

The Milkshake Shack Affair

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I couldn’t take my eyes off him as I sat in the booth at The Milkshake Shack, a retro diner with its vintage charm. The place was buzzing with the usual after-work crowd, but my attention was solely on Ben, the young waiter who had just taken my order. His youthful energy and captivating smile had caught my eye the moment he approached my table.

I was a confident woman in her prime, at the age of 50, with a taste for the finer things in life. My brown hair, styled in soft waves, framed my green eyes and emphasized my high cheekbones. My body, with its shapely curves and perky C-cup breasts, defied the typical expectations of a woman my age. I knew I had a certain allure, and I wasn’t afraid to use it.

Ben, on the other hand, was a fresh-faced college student, probably in his early twenties. His sandy blonde hair fell perfectly across his forehead, and his bright blue eyes sparkled with youthful innocence. He had a lean, athletic build, and his uniform—a simple white t-shirt and black jeans—hugged his body in all the right places.

As he took my order for a burger and a milkshake, I couldn’t help but notice his nervousness. His hands fidgeted slightly as he wrote down my request, and his voice cracked a little when he asked if I needed anything else. I found his shyness endearing, and I felt a familiar thrill at the prospect of a new adventure.

I watched him walk away, his slender hips swaying slightly under the tight fabric of his jeans. There was something raw and primal about the way he moved, and I felt a tingle between my thighs as I imagined those long, lean legs wrapped around me. I knew I had to have him.

When he returned with my food, I made sure to strike up a conversation, asking him about his studies and his plans for the future. His face lit up as he talked about his passion for art and his dream of becoming a graphic designer. I listened intently, hanging on his every word, making him feel like he was the most fascinating person in the room.

As the diner began to empty, I decided it was time to make my move. I pulled out a napkin and scribbled my number on it with a bold, red lipstick. “Call me,” I said, my voice low and sultry, as I handed him the napkin. “I’d love to hear more about your dreams.”

Ben’s eyes widened in surprise, and a blush crept up his neck. “I-I will,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you, Ms…?”

“Madeline,” I purred, leaning forward to give him a glimpse of my cleavage. “Just call me Madeline.”

He nodded, his eyes glued to my lips, and I knew he would be dialing my number as soon as his shift ended.

True to my prediction, my phone buzzed later that night. I answered with a smile, recognizing the number on the screen. “Hello, Ben,” I purred into the receiver.

“Hi, Madeline,” he said, his voice a little unsteady. “I, um, wanted to thank you for dinner and… well, I was wondering if I could see you again?”

I bit my lip to hide a smile. “Of course, darling. Why don’t you come over to my place? I’ll give you directions.”

His voice grew even softer. “Okay… I’ll be there soon.”

Hanging up the phone, I felt a surge of excitement. I had a reputation for being a cougar, a woman who knew what she wanted and how to get it. And tonight, I wanted Ben.

I prepared for his arrival, lighting scented candles and putting on a playlist of soft jazz. I chose a sheer black negligee that accentuated my curves and left little to the imagination. I wanted to make an impression, to show him that age was just a number when it came to passion and desire.

The doorbell rang, and my heart raced as I went to greet my young suitor. When I opened the door, Ben stood there, looking even more delectable than I remembered. His eyes widened as he took in my appearance, his gaze traveling from my face down to the sheer fabric that clung to my body.

“Wow,” he breathed, his voice hoarse. “You look… incredible.”

I smiled, stepping aside to let him in. “Come in, Ben. Make yourself comfortable.”

He entered, his eyes darting around the room, taking in the elegant furnishings and the soft glow of the candles. I led him to the living room, where a bottle of wine and two glasses awaited.

“Would you like some wine?” I asked, pouring a glass for myself and offering him the bottle.

He nodded, taking the bottle and pouring himself a generous amount. “I’m not usually this nervous,” he admitted, taking a sip.

I laughed, a throaty sound that made him shiver. “It’s adorable. But there’s no need to be nervous, Ben. I promise you’ll enjoy yourself.”

I sat beside him on the couch, close enough that our thighs touched. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and I knew he was aware of my proximity.

“So, Ben,” I began, my voice low and seductive, “tell me more about your dreams. What is it that you truly desire?”

His eyes met mine, and I saw a mixture of desire and uncertainty. “I want to create art that moves people,” he said, his voice gaining strength. “I want to make a difference, to leave my mark on the world.”

“And what about your desires of the flesh?” I asked, leaning closer, my breath warm on his neck. “What do you crave in the depths of the night?”

Ben’s breath quickened, and I could see the bulge in his jeans growing. “I… I’ve always wanted to be with someone who knows what they want,” he confessed. “Someone who can show me… things.”

I smiled, my hand reaching for his, entwining our fingers. “I can show you things, Ben. But first, I want to taste you.”

Before he could respond, I leaned in and captured his lips with mine. The kiss was electric, and I felt his body tense as I explored his mouth with my tongue. He tasted of wine and youth, and I moaned softly, encouraging him to deepen the kiss.

My hand moved to his thigh, sliding up slowly, and I felt his muscles tense beneath my touch. I could feel his hardness straining against his jeans, and I wanted to set it free. With practiced ease, I unbuttoned his fly and slid my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around his throbbing cock.

Ben gasped into my mouth, his hands clutching at my shoulders. I stroked him slowly, enjoying the feel of his length and the way he twitched in response to my touch. I wanted to drive him wild, to show him the pleasure an experienced woman could bring.

Breaking the kiss, I whispered, “Let’s take this to the bedroom, shall we?”

He nodded, his eyes glazed with desire. I led him down the hall, the candles casting a warm glow on our naked skin. My negligee had long since been discarded, and I reveled in the feel of his hands roaming over my body.

The bedroom was bathed in soft light, and I pushed Ben onto the bed, following him down, my body covering his. I kissed him hungrily, my tongue dueling with his as I ground my hips against his, our bare skin creating a delicious friction.

“I want you inside me,” I whispered against his lips, my hand guiding his cock to my entrance. “But first, I want to taste you, to show you how much I’ve been craving this.”

With that, I slid down his body, my hair trailing over his stomach as I took his length into my mouth. I heard his sharp intake of breath as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting his salty pre-cum. I took him deep, my throat muscles working to accommodate his girth.

Ben’s hands tangled in my hair, his hips thrusting gently as he surrendered to the pleasure I was giving him. I looked up at him, my green eyes meeting his blue ones, and I smiled around his shaft, letting him see the pleasure I took in pleasing him.

I sucked and licked, using my tongue and lips to drive him wild. I teased his sensitive tip, swirling my tongue around it before taking him deep again. His moans filled the room, and I knew he was close.

“I’m gonna cum, Madeline,” he gasped, his hands tightening in my hair.

I increased the pace, sucking and stroking him with fervor. I wanted to taste his release, to feel his hot seed on my tongue. And then, with a strangled cry, he came, his hips bucking as he filled my mouth with his essence.

I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him. I licked him clean, my tongue tracing the length of his shaft before giving one final, lingering kiss to the head of his cock.

Ben lay there, panting, his body spent and satisfied. I crawled up his body, my breasts brushing against his chest, and kissed him softly.

“That was incredible,” he breathed, his eyes full of wonder.

I smiled, my hand stroking his cheek. “We’re just getting started, darling. Now it’s my turn to show you how good it can be.”

And with that, I positioned myself above him, guiding his still-hard cock to my entrance. I lowered myself slowly, taking him inch by inch, until he was buried deep inside me.

I began to move, riding him with slow, deliberate strokes. I leaned forward, my breasts brushing his face, and kissed him deeply, my tongue mimicking the rhythm of our bodies. Ben’s hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he thrust up to meet my descent.

“Oh, fuck, Madeline,” he groaned into my mouth. “You feel so good.”

I smiled against his lips, increasing the pace, riding him harder. I wanted to show him the power of an experienced woman, to make him understand that age was irrelevant when it came to raw, unbridled passion.

I rode him relentlessly, my body slick with sweat, my moans filling the room. I felt my own orgasm building, a delicious tension coiling in my core.

“Cum for me, Ben,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “Let go and feel the pleasure I can give you.”

His hands found my nipples, pinching and rolling them as I rode him. The sensation sent sparks of pleasure through my body, and I cried out, my climax crashing over me like a wave.

“Madeline!” Ben shouted, his voice raw as he followed me over the edge. His cock twitched inside me, pulsing as he filled me with his hot seed.

We lay there, entangled in each other’s arms, our hearts racing and our bodies glistening with sweat. I kissed his neck, his chest, leaving a trail of soft bites and kisses as I savored the afterglow.

“I’ve never experienced anything like that,” he whispered, his breath warm on my skin.

I smiled, nuzzling his neck. “Age is just a number, Ben. And tonight, you’ve learned that experience can be the most powerful aphrodisiac.”

As we lay there, sated and satisfied, I knew that this was just the beginning. Ben had unlocked a new world of pleasure, and I was eager to explore every inch of it with him.