Cougars (2 page)

“What's that mannish smile for?” Jasmine certainly didn't want him to get a sense that she was fantasizing about choking his dick to death with her strong pussy muscles. On the other hand, she couldn't help being a little flirtatious.

“Nothing, I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable,” he answered as he squatted down.

“Out of all the passengers about to board this aircraft you specifically want to know if I'm okay?” Jasmine raised her eyebrow.

“That's why I'm standing here. Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?” The young pilot had clearly gone out of his way to accommodate any request that she may have had.

Jasmine draped her left leg over the right one and smirked. Then being unashamedly bold and straightforward, Jasmine leaned toward him and said, “I could use a foot rub. That would certainly relax me.”

Glancing down at her feet, which could be easily removed from her open-toed shoes, the young pilot said, “It's your lucky day. I'm most certainly a guy who loves to take care of a woman's feet.”

“Is that a fact?” Jasmine muttered, then laughed slightly.

“I'm not sure if I can accommodate that particular request right here in such a tight space, but perhaps we could make
other
arrangements.” His voice was steady and confident.

Jasmine parted her lips and allowed the tip of her tongue to
touch the roof of her mouth. “What a pity. Things could've gotten interesting in such a
tight
space.” Jasmine glanced into his eyes before audaciously focusing them directly on his dick, which was without question, eager to meet her.

“Do you wear boxers or briefs?” Jasmine inquired although she already knew the answer.

“Excuse me?” The young pilot released an embarrassed laugh.

“Oh, don't start playing the shy and bashful role now. Your big ego walked you over here for some conversation. Now answer me. Do you like it when it's close to your body or do you like to let it hang?”

“You don't play around, do you?” Jasmine could tell he was enjoying her straightforwardness.

“You're the one who wanted to come over and play with a grown woman. I'm very frank and to the point. When I have a question, I ask it and in return I expect to receive an answer. Now tell me. Which do you prefer? Boxers or briefs?”

“I wear boxers,” he answered with a flair of cockiness.

“I can tell. Perhaps you should walk your dog more often so he can raise his leg.”

“I'm trying to walk him right now,” the young pilot muttered.

“You don't even know my name yet.” Jasmine wanted him to take a moment to think about what he was saying. “I could be a crazy and deranged man eater.” She flashed her green eyes at him.

“That's a chance I'm willing to take. I've just got to know what your sexy green eyes will say to me when I'm making love to you.”

Jasmine asked, “How old are you?”

“Old enough to fly this 737 Boeing jet and certainly old enough to handle other things.”

Jasmine shifted her position and looked him up and down from head to toe. “I'm probably old enough to be your mother.” Jasmine
hoped that she'd said enough to unnerve the young Casanova.

“I've never seen my mother look at me the way you did earlier. As far as I can tell, you had something on your mind and I don't think your thoughts were very motherly.”

Jasmine paused and thought about what to say next. “Okay, fair enough. I'll admit that I was ogling you a little. But as the old saying goes, there's no harm in looking.”

“My name is Alex. Alex Moore. When you're ready to graduate from just looking and cross over into something more exotic, I want you to think of me. Here is my card.” Alex presented her with his contact information.

Jasmine took his card and glanced at it. “You don't want to play with me. I will have your ass walking in circles and talking to yourself. I am entirely too much woman for you to handle, sweetie,” Jasmine said.

“Are you sure about that? I may be younger, but that doesn't mean that I don't know what I'm doing. Trust me, I can do things to you that'll have you addicted. Hell, I just might be too much of a young man for you.”

Jasmine laughed as she tucked her hair behind her ear. “You certainly talk a lot of game, but I've been playing the sport much longer. Trust me, sugar, if you were to ever get some of my sweet nectar, my man eater would most certainly school you.” Jasmine winked, and then smiled at him. She had to be honest with herself. The idea of this young stud being so blatant and self-assured toyed with her hunger for excitement, adventure and the exotic.

“See, that could become an issue. You're still in school taking adult education and I'm a professor at the University of Seduction,” Alex continued teasing her with his suggestive conversation. Jasmine decided to be more straightforward.

“Well, if I were to fuck you, Alex.” She looked him directly in
the eyes. “It would be on my terms and you'd need more than just an energetic ego and boastful words. I've heard men brag about their sexual prowess before and frankly, men who brag almost always come up short and soft.”

“I'm sorry to hear about your disappointments, but that was them, not me. Do you have a number where I could reach you?” Alex stopped speaking and waited.

“No I don't. However, if I want to play around, you'll hear from me.” Jasmine winked.

“Ooooh, it's like that?” Alex's tone spoke his disappointment.

“Mister Moore, you have a wonderful day,” she said as she removed her iPod and put in her ear buds. The move was meant to be a clear signal that their conversation had concluded.

“It was nice meeting you, but you know I'm going to ask you to turn that off before we take off, Miss …” Alex was still trying to get her name.

“My name is Jasmine and it's time for you to move out of the way, Alex. You're causing a passenger logjam.” Jasmine tilted her head in the direction of several passengers who were waiting for him to stand up so they could squeeze past him.

“You're going to call me, right?” Alex rose up. Jasmine shrugged and turned on her music. Alex smirked before stepping away toward the cockpit of the aircraft.

Jasmine peered out the window at the horizon in the distance. She'd arrived at a particular place in her life where she wasn't interested in a serious relationship. Previously, she'd had two very serious relationships, but neither one had ever materialized into marriage. One lover, a man named John Fleming who she'd met in her mid twenties and dated for three years, couldn't and wouldn't commit to her. There were far too many single women for him to play around with and the notion of settling down to
raise a family was like asking him to cut off his balls and hand them to her for safekeeping. That just wasn't going to happen.

By the time Jasmine was thirty-one, she'd met Bailey Brown through the singles dating ministry at her church. Bailey was a prosecutor who became a community activist and started a program to help first-time juvenile offenders turn their lives around. With the help of church ministers and his relationship with other professionals, Bailey was able to do some good. Offenders would come through his mentoring program and learn about more positive ways to deal with their anger, and manage the emotional issues associated with the breakdown of the family structure. Through his program, many of the young men learned how to be critical thinkers and develop leadership skills that would sustain them for a lifetime. Bailey was passionate about his work and equally passionate about Jasmine. He loved her brilliance and for their second-year anniversary, he took her on a vacation to the West Indies.

“You make my life so complete,” he admitted one romantic evening when they were having dinner at an oceanfront restaurant. “And I want to marry you.”

“Are you proposing to me?” Jasmine needed clarification.

“Yes, I am, but I know you're not going to make me get down on one knee to place this engagement ring on your finger.”

“Yes I am,” Jasmine said, not wanting to be cheated out of such a very special moment. When they returned home, Jasmine began making plans for their wedding. However, her plans came to an abrupt stop when she received news of Bailey's death. One of the misguided youth he'd been trying to help had turned against Bailey and had gunned him down in a parking lot. It took a long time for Jasmine to get over it, but with the help and support of friends and family, she found the courage and strength to keep moving forward.

Jasmine was now a forty-three-year-old, single and successful career woman. She didn't have any children and at this particular point in her life, she'd accepted that the fantasy of the white house with the picket fence and two children wasn't going to happen.

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to celebrate her friend Tiffany's fortieth birthday along with her sister, Lauren, and another girlfriend named Millie. Tiffany had never been to New York and was excited about spending the weekend enjoying all of the sights and festivities the city had to offer. Jasmine had journeyed to New York on a number of occasions and knew the city better than any of her girlfriends. She looked forward to all of the planned carousing—from shopping and dining to seeing
The Color Purple
on Broadway, to hitting a few clubs like Elements in downtown Manhattan and Ultra in Midtown.

As Jasmine continued to meditate, she realized all of her girlfriends were now forty-something. They'd left their thirties behind along with all of the mistakes, heartbreaks and bad decisions they'd made over the course of ten years. They were educated and successful in every part of life except love. Admittedly, Jasmine knew that at this point in her life, it would take an incredibly strong man to tame her. As a Gemini, she conceded to the astrological philosophy that two very unique and distinctive personalities lived within her. There was the brilliant character that drove her to be successful no matter what. She'd earned a PhD. in organic chemistry and worked for a small bio-tech company doing research to find a cure for diseases like Alzheimer's, HIV and cancer. She spent endless hours doing lab work, having discussions with her team of researchers, reading scores of literature on various topics important to her investigative study and waiting for results on a number of tests. Some days were more exciting than others and when her life became too boring her unpredictable, untamable,
vanity-driven, free-spirited side would take over and deliver her from her own madness. Traveling to New York for four days would serve as the perfect escape her spirit craved.

An elderly couple boarded the aircraft. Jasmine briefly thought about her own parents who'd died a few years ago. Her father was a forensic scientist who worked at a crime lab until he retired and passed away suddenly in his sleep. Her mother taught high school biology for thirty years before retiring. After her father died, her mother became stricken with dementia and had to be placed in a nursing home. Jasmine worked tirelessly to find a cure, but none of the drugs she'd created worked. Her mother eventually passed away peacefully.

The airplane backed away from the gate and taxied down the runway. Before long they departed from solid ground and she was well on her way to rendezvous with everyone at LaGuardia Airport.

She looked forward to seeing Millie who as a judge to find out more details of her divorce from her evil husband. Their marriage had been on the rocks for well over a year due to a number of reasons ranging from financial irresponsibility to infidelity. Then there was her older sister, Lauren, who worked as a DEA agent. Jasmine hadn't seen Lauren in several weeks because they'd had an argument over some silly issue that Jasmine couldn't remember. Finally, there was the birthday girl, Tiffany, who worked as a librarian at Fisk University and enjoyed an abundant amount of sex with young, virile college boys.

In order to pass the time, Jasmine decided to finish an erotic short story she'd been reading. The story was about a forty-year-old woman who had decided to take swim lessons at her local park district. That is where she'd met her young twenty-one-year-old swimming instructor, who was eager to show her his
favorite stroke. Jasmine loved this particular story because she and her girlfriends were perpetually attracting younger men who were energetic, enthusiastic, and could get an instant erection at the sight of a juicy ass and succulent breasts. She opened the book, flipped through the pages and found the spot where she'd left off.

My glistening dick was still inside of her. I'd made her come so hard that she was exhausted and panting. She leaned forward, resting her cheek against my own. The sweet, musky scent of our lovemaking wafted through the air of the pool house. The firmness of her body felt heavenly as I caressed her back, making long sweeping strokes up and down her spine and stopping every so often to massage her ass. She loved the way I touched her. She'd told me countless times how the thought of my smooth hands gave her goose bumps and made her wet. I pushed my dick deeper into her. Time for round two, I wanted her to sit upright and let my curved dick rub against the walls of her pussy.