by C. P. Watson
“I favor their filet mignon more,” I raise my hand to the waiter, and he walks over, “can we have the menus?” He nods and goes to get them.
“Come here a lot?” She asks, pulling on the silver of her necklace.
“Yeah, sometimes,” I mutter, being vague unnecessarily, “tell me more about your kid,” I decide to ask, trying to focus the conversation on her again.
“He’s stumbling as he walks, and is learning his alphabet and numbers,” I remember my kids as toddlers. They were a handful.
“Potty trained?” She giggles and nods.
“Perfect thing to ask at a restaurant,” she crosses her arms over her chest, as I finish my third glass of wine.
“Motherhood, I tell ya,” she continues to laugh, the sound making my heart swell, “so you do know how old I am from the dating site,” she nods, “and you still came?”
“I like older women,” she shrugs and holds onto the stem of her glass, as she leans forward, “young girls just don’t turn me on the same.”
My knees tighten. My, oh my, she’s looking for a cougar. I’m not a cougar! I’ve never been with someone more than five years younger than me, yet I’m still sitting here, on this not so date.
“And this is from experience?”
She thinks for a moment, before answering, “I’ve dated girls in high school, and that didn’t work out. I dated girls in college, same goes. Then I had this one night stand with an older woman, and it just felt more right than any of those relationships. Imagine if I actually date an older woman.”
I swallow, as her eyes travel over my face, and over the excessive amount of cleavage that the low-cut blouse allows. I inhale a deep breath, as my chest tightens.
“So you’re looking for a cougar?”
She hums and shrugs, “I don’t like to label it. I’m looking for someone that I’m compatible with, that’s all.”
I notice her eyes constantly moving over my torso. Is she turned on by me? This girl needs to meet people, if she’s attracted to a middle aged woman with four kids!
“One woman can’t mean that you’re meant to be with an older woman,” I point out, as her teeth sinks into her bottom lip.
“It’s worth a try, I mean, what harm could it do? I’m of consensual age, aren’t I?” Hopefully... Is she propositioning me? Why does it feel like she wants to get into my pants and have her way with me? The lust in her voice is actually there, right? Or am I still being delusional?
“I’m forty-eight,” I remind, trying to maybe steer her away, but at the same time, I probably want the same thing that my delusional self thinks she wants.
“Yeah, I already know that,” she sighs and removes her eyes from me, as we’re handed menus by the waiter.
“I still don’t know yours,” I mumble, as I look through my menu.
“I’m twenty-five, Xiomara,” I drop my menu onto the table and look intently at her. Yeah, she looks about that. Damn, she’s the same age as my oldest.
“Oh,” is all I can say, as the waiter comes over to take our orders. After he leaves, I press my lips together and lean back. Twenty-three years age difference, damn.
“I’m not even twice your age,” I grit my teeth, realizing that I voiced my thoughts without realizing it, “this isn’t a date, right? So why worry?”
Why does that hurt just a little bit? Isn’t it what I want? For this not to be a date? Geez, I’m sounding like a hormonal, indecisive teenager. How attractive of me, ugh.
“Yeah,” I rub the back of my neck with the palm of my hand. Her eyes look like the deep end of an ocean, where I can drown if I couldn’t swim. And ironically enough, I don’t know how to swim, “I’m just that weird to be around,” I mutter, inhaling a breath, and exhaling slowly.
“You’re not weird, just nervous. I make you nervous, huh,” she places her arms on the table and leans forward. I could almost feel her hot breath against my cheek, tempting me to pull her in, to taste her enticing lips.
“Uh, no?” I’m not even convincing myself. Her hand covers mine, as I grip the stem of my glass with my other hand, “I’m just…”
“Scared?” I shake my head.
“Tempted,” I whisper, hoping that she doesn’t hear me. But she does. And the smile that graces her face makes me not regret it.
“Hm, interesting,” she sits back, causing my breath to finally leave my throat. Fuck, she’s so intoxicating. I can’t breathe when she’s so near.
“Let’s just enjoy the wine and food. No strings attached,” I cross my ankles, as I settle my breathing. I can tell that she knows the effect that she has on me. She probably knows the effect that she has on everyone.
“Okay, I’d like that,” my voice is so low, that I can barely hear myself. But she still hears each and every word. Is she listening that intently when I say something? Is she that interested?
When our orders arrive, I’ve probably had about seven glasses of wine already. I need the liquid courage to get me through the night, and it’s actually helping.
“This is amazing,” she compliments, as she slowly eats a meatball. I smile, as I admire her etiquette, and that alone is a huge turn on for me. By the end of my eight glass of wine, my pussy is twitching, as each and every word slips through her lips. I’m going to have to take out the ole’ vibrator when I get home, if this keeps up.
I wonder why she isn’t wearing red lipstick to go with her nails and shoes. Maybe she just doesn’t want the worry, since her lips are perfect regardless.
“Are you still in college?” She wipes her lips with a napkin. My panties are probably soaked from just watching her eat.
“No, I graduated with my Bachelor’s already, but I’m currently working,” that’s pretty vague.
“Where do you work?” She sighs and looks up from her plate. I could see sudden distress invade her eyes, dulling them a bit.
“I just did a bikini photoshoot for a magazine, that’s how great my life’s going right now,” I can’t help but bite down on my bottom lip. I need to get a copy of that magazine!
“Model?”
“No, I’m just taking jobs to put food on the table. But I’m an actress. Even though I’m only propositioned for porn and playboys,” I end up laughing, but not on purpose. She frowns at me, making me place my hand over my mouth to stop myself.
“Sorry,” I mumble, reaching over for her hand. How bold of me, huh? “You’re beautiful, you’ll find loads of companies wanting to hire you.”
“Loads of companies want to hire me already… for porn,” she’s trying to make me laugh now? We both chuckle, and I retract my hand.
“Not every beautiful woman is asked to do porn, you’re just applying at the wrong places.”
“You seem to be an expert,” actually, I’ve been in the film business for over twenty years, “just that you should apply at more substantial companies. If the application says, must have a rockin’ body, then you should know it’s porn.”
She raises her brows and nods, “I figured that out along the way already actually,” she takes a breath and runs the pad of her index finger along the rim of her glass.
“Here,” I grab a pen and my mini notebook from my handbag. After writing down my company’s name and information, I tear out the page and hand it to her, “send a portfolio to this email.”
She furrows her brows and looks at it, “I’ve applied here before,” she sounds defeated. Maybe it’s all the alcohol that I’ve consumed, but I really want to help her.
“Give it another shot. I’ll put in a word for you,” I’ll have to talk to Anderson.
“Uh, okay?” She seems hesitant, probably wondering how I could be helpful.
“I’m a film director, so—“
“Wow, that definitely wasn’t on your profile,” she grins and tucks the paper safely into a pocket of her purse.
“Yeah,” my eyes drop to her lips once again, “you know the show Harriot’s Place?” She nods immediately with widened eyes, “I work on that
show.”
“Damn, my aunt loves that show,” she cheekily smiles, “and thank you, it means a lot,” her eyes flutter, as her jaw twitches. She seems a bit intimidated by me now, which I didn’t intend.
“I know talent when I see it,” as if, you’re too drunk to know your left hand from your right one, right now, “we’re adding a few new cast members, and I think you might fit perfectly as Kali’s younger sister.”
“They’re bringing the sister to the show?” She beams and I nod, “the openly lesbian sister?” I could see that she’s becoming extremely excited.
“You think you can handle a role like that?” She better be a good actress, cause I hate carrying out auditions.
“Yes, yes, of course. I’ve done plays and have been casted in several movies and commercials.”
“And yet you’re taking jobs to make ends meet?” She exhaled a breath.
“I’m debt free. No students loans or credit card debt,” she shrugs. Now that’s something. It must be nice. I was forty and still paying off my student loans.
“Anything I might have seen before?” She picks up her phone and looks for something.
“Just small stuff, nothing too popular. And with all the makeup they pack on my face, I look like a different person sometimes,” she shows me a picture of her sporting a Joho Apparel outfit. She looks gorgeous, and the picture definitely looks like her.
“Okay, enough business talk, tell me something interesting about yourself?” She seems surprised that I casually want to strike up a conversation.
“I sing for weddings and birthday parties,” she’s got a great voice too? What doesn’t this girl have?
“Now you have to sing for me,” she shakes her head and looks down.
“I actually have a gig tomorrow,” her voice is so sexy already, if she sings for me, I’ll probably cum inside of my panties!
“That’s nice,” her eyes lock with mine. Ten glasses of wine and I’m ready to strip her down buttnaked, “want to get out of here?” Where did that come from? I swallow and wait for her to answer. The suspense is beginning to kill me, as she continues to look into my eyes.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
CHAPTER 1
Holy Shit. I’m going to see her again. Why did I make my life a bit harder? She probably isn’t a good actress anyway, and after an interview with her, I may never have to see her again. Fuck, I’m such an idiot.
“Mom!” My youngest yells, causing me to snap out of my thoughts. I realize that I’m still naked. Dammit. I jump out of bed and grab my own clothes from the floor, before throwing them into the hamper. I enter my walk-in closet quickly and grab a robe, “Ma?”
Both of my daughters enter my room with big grins on their faces. Can they tell that I’ve gotten laid? Is it that obvious?
“Hey girls,” I attempt to smoothen the bed without making it seem obvious that someone slept there with me.
“So?” Mary beams, “how was your date with the young lady?”
I frown at them and cross my arms over my chest, “so you two do know that she’s twenty-five?”
“Of course we do,” we head downstairs and into the kitchen. I desperately need coffee.
“Why do you two think that’s a good idea?” I turn on the machine and rub my temple. It really did get rough last night, even my back’s hurting now.
“You need to spice things up, mom. Please tell me you brought her home,” Jane giggles and grabs a seat at the breakfast table.
“Jane! She’s the same age as you!” They both shrug and Mary heads to the pantry.
“Like that matters. Sex is sex,” I groan and grab a coffee cup. What’s wrong with my kids?
“Christopher and Ethan are coming over this weekend. You know, for your big four nine,” I groan again just thinking about it. Christ, I’m getting old.
I look at Jane and the baby bump on her stomach. She’s due in a few months, and as much as I want to be a grandmother, I don’t, at the same time. Who wants to be called grandma? I’ll feel like a hundred when my grandkid calls me that, “no surprise party this time, please? I’m getting old, I don’t need to celebrate that.”
“Mom, is that your bra on the floor?” My eyes dart to where Mary is looking and I gulp. How did that get there?
“I’ve wanted to touch these all night,” Bethany whispers, as she cups my breasts over my blouse. Her lips once again collides with mine, and they’re so frickin’ soft, I think that I’m in heaven.
“Mhmm,” I moan so loudly, that I’m afraid I might wake the neighbours.
“You’re so sexy,” she kisses down my jawline, and over my cleavage. My head flings back, as she begins to pull on my bra. Both of my nipples pop out, and she grins, “very nice,” she comments, causing me to shudder.
Her lips find a nipple, and gently pulls it with her teeth. Oh my, that feels too fucking good. I grip her shoulders, and slide the straps of her crop top off. She’s not wearing a bra, so I begin to feel for her breasts, only to realize that something is covering her nipples. I pull them off and throw them to the floor, as the erectness feels warm against my fingers.
She unhooks my bra and discards it, while we continue to play with each other. I can feel my panties so soaked now, and I want her so badly.
“Let’s go to my room,” I suggest, taking her hand and leading her up the stairs. She doesn’t protest, which makes my excitement increase.
“It probably fell when I was doing laundry,” I pick it up, and head into the laundry room. When I come back out, my girls are looking at me with the biggest smiles. Fuck my life.
Mary points to something else on the floor, “are those your nipple covers too?” I grit my teeth and give them both a serious look. Since when do kids get to question their parents?
“For a matter of fact, yes,” I grab them and throw them into the garbage can. They’re the disposable ones anyway.
“Sure, mom,” they giggle and wiggle their brows at me. For Christ’s sakes, can’t a grown woman have a private life?
“So this girl, are you going to see her again?” Jane proceeds to ask. I shrug nonchalantly, as I pour myself a cup of coffee.
“Oh, come on, mom, please,” Mary begs, and I want to roll my eyes.
“That’s none of your business,” I turn and lean against the counter, as I sip my coffee.
Mary scoffs, “it’s our hard work that got you that date, and you won’t even give us the details?”
“Nope,” I pop my lips, causing my eldest to glare at me. Sometimes they still act like their five year old selves, “fine!” I place my cup down and fling my hands in the air, “we had sex, happy?”
Mary squeals and hollers, causing my head to ache, “that’s amazing, mom,” she claps her hands, “you look like crap though, how hard did it get, huh?”
I glare at her and walk away, wondering why I even confirmed it. I decide to take a shower, since we’re going out for brunch.
Dropping my robe to the floor and stepping into the shower, I adjust the temperature of the water and smile, before remembering that she was in there with me the night before.
“You like to get clean first, huh?” She whispers against my lips, as she pins my arms against the shower wall. The water pours over us, soaking us both. Seeing her naked is like an early birthday gift. The youthful glow of her body alone has me shivering and panting for breath. I don’t want her anymore, I need her.
I move my hand over the curve of my pussy, and sigh. Just thinking about her is getting me worked up again. I probably need to switch to a cold shower instead.
Taking a glance at the clock on my bathroom wall, I notice that I have time to spare. Mary and Jane can wait an extra few minutes.
I lean against the shower wall and close my eyes. Thinking back to our night together, I visualize the naked image of her body. My fingers begin to caress my bundle of nerves, urging my back to arch and hand to grip onto a ledge.
“You’re so sexy,” I mumble against her ear,
as her lips touch the insides of my thighs, “fuck, Bethany,” I call her name, her fingers stroking me delicately.
“You taste amazing,” she’s tasted everything but my pussy. I look at her head in between my thighs, and as she spreads my legs wider, her lips finally meets my throbbing flesh.
“Fuck,” my fingers move faster and harder, and within an instant, I’m calling her name, even though she isn’t here.
* * *
“Mom, you have to tell us more. Does she really look the same as her profile picture?” I stab my pancakes and sigh.
“Yes, she’s beautiful,” Mary smiles widely, “no more questions, please? Today’s my only day off in months, give me a break.”