He Fingered Me at the Table While I Stroked Him Under It

I was officially a Cougar, and I loved the young cock more than I expected to

Hmmm… he’s a tasty morsel.

I lick my lips as I eye the young man — with a very bitable ass — standing at the bar.

I move up behind him, thankful for my 3-inch heels, and nestle my pussy against his ass. One hand on his shoulder, I peer around him at the bartender and order a Macallan, neat.

“Sorry,” I pretend to apologize, winking up at the bearded Adonis, and giggle.

His cheeks redden as our eyes meet.

“S’okay, luv. I don’t mind.” He takes his pint and hands the barkeep a bill.

I lean up, nip his earlobe, and whisper, “Put your arm around me, luv. Feel who’s going to be rocking your world tonight.”

He gulps, but his arm snakes around my waist, pulling me close. I take it as a win and skate my hand over the bulge in his pants.

We take our drinks to a table in the corner and I know I’ve chosen well when the gentleman takes my drink so I can slide into the booth. He slides in beside me, and we settle in with some introductory small talk.

“I’m Rhys, beautiful.” He taps the base of his glass to mine, eyeing me over the rim as he sips.

“Nice to meet you, Rhys. I’m the one who’s going to make you glad you came out tonight. And love every second of it.” I wink and introduce myself before taking a sip of my liquid courage. “Name’s Heather, not nearly as mysterious as Rhys.”

And liquid courage it was. He had no idea how shy I was, nor how I had to make my sister eat her words.

She told me there was no way I’d step out of my comfort zone and approach this gorgeous young man. But I showed her. I laugh at the thought and return my focus to my companion.

The more time I spent with him, the more I like him. Personable, friendly, hot… and those hands.

Fuck, what I want him to do to me with those hands.

I put my hand on his thigh, inching it up towards his cock. Fingers squeezing gently. I grasp his hardness and lean up for a kiss.

“I’m glad we picked this booth, Rhys. No one can see what I’m going to do to you.” I rest my fingers on the fly of his jeans.

“Nor what I’m going to do to you, beautiful.” He brushes a lock of hair behind my ear, then a kiss across my lips.

Flick of my fingers and I pop the button open on his jeans. My hand slides under his waistband. He shifts his hips and I pull his cock out, gentle fingers caressing his length. I slip my tongue between his lips when he moans, a giggle escaping me.

Not as shy as I thought, he slips his hand beneath my short skirt and pushes it higher. His breath quickens.

“What… fuck, that’s hot.” Sharp gasp of surprise at finding my smooth pussy bared to him makes him harden under my fingers.

My legs widen, hips shift. His thumb circles and rubs my clit. One finger slides into my cunt, pumping into me. Slow and steady.

I lay my head on his shoulder. He leans over me. From afar, it looks like we are deep in conversation. From where I’m sitting, my hips pulse into his hand. My juices coat it.

He moans into my ear, licking my neck below it before nipping gently. “I want to mark you as mine, beautiful.”

I stroke him harder, pulling his cock up and swiping pre-cum from the tip to spread down his shaft. Deft fingers glide down to his balls, rolling them and worshipping them.

His need washes over me as my pussy clenches around his fingers. We’re close, I can feel it, and I need to cum for him.

“I’m going to cream all over your hand, Rhys.” I stroke him faster, my eyes meeting my sister’s from across the room.

She grins at me, then tilts her head in an unspoken question. Eyes narrowing, then widening, she bites her lip and shakes her head at me with a smirk. Glass held high, she nods at me and takes a sip.

My eyes flutter closed. I bury my face in his shoulder as an orgasm slams into me. Rigid, then molten, my body does whatever it wants as I bite back a scream of pleasure.

“That’s it, beautiful.” Rhys’ voice catches, cracks, as he holds back his own roar. He pulls up his t-shirt as hot cum hits his belly and he shudders with the effort of holding it all together.

My sister looks from Rhys’ face to mine and howls. My phone dings with an incoming text.

I guess you showed me wrong, didn’t you? You little slut you… I LOVE it! Go get’em, girl. You both deserve it! 😈 🔥 😘 🍆 🥵

I show him the text and giggle as I lean up to claim his lips in a sweet kiss, then clean him up a little with some napkins. He tucks his cock away. I pull my skirt down.

“I live two streets over, luv.” I grab his hand and wink at my sister. “Let’s go get dirty some more.”

“Sounds like a plan, beautiful.” He pulls me into his side and we make our way out of the pub.

Best damn challenge I’ve ever risen to.