mybigmaturetits: My cuckold husband Daniel took this picture of me one night before I went out on a
mybigmaturetits: My cuckold husband Daniel took this picture of me one night before I went out on a cougar prowl. (Actually, I recently read somewhere that a woman in her 60′s looking for young men is a panther, not a cougar.) I’ve written here many times about my cougar prowls, but to repeat myself, I go out on these prowls once or twice a month. I rent a hotel suite near the nightclub I plan to prowl then go see how many young guys I can get back to my room.This night, however, was different. I dressed like this except I wore a small yellow vest over the fishnet top. When I got to the nightclub and began surveying the place for targets, I quickly noticed a buzz among some of the other single women; there was a gorgeous young out-of-town guy that had the girls abuzz. I quickly spotted him - and, fuck yeah, he was gorgeous and hot. I WANTED HIM INSTANTLY. For maybe an hour or so, I watched several of the much younger girls flirt with him; I also noticed the wedding ring on his finger - but that was no deterrent to me and clearly not to many of the other ladies. But he was being a good boy, talking politely with the women who were gaga over him, but not making even the slightest move on any of them. When I saw him excuse himself from the adoring gals to go to the men’s room, I decided it was time to make my move.I lingered a bit in the hallway - unbuttoning the top two buttons of my vest and making sure the entire inner third of my breasts showed - until he came out then “accidentally” bumped into him, excusing myself as I did. His eyes immediately went to my chest…And I knew I had him.I introduced myself as did he in turn, doing his best to look me in the eyes when his eyes clearly wanted to look at my tits. His name was Ryan and I quickly learned that he was 28 years old. When a slow song came on, I asked him to dance with me and he quickly accepted. As we danced, I whispered my favorite - and most effective - pick-up line in his ear: “It’s OK if you look at them - I want you to.” And look he did!After the dance, we each had a drink together then I asked him if wanted to take a walk with me - he accepted. I paid both of our bar bills and out we went - I almost hate to admit that I took a look back at those much younger, much thinner, leggier gals with the flat chests or fake tits and gave them a “Guess I won!” smile.We had walked maybe 5 minutes when I turned him down a small, deserted street. I quickly unbutton the last two buttons of my vest and opened it, showing my big natural tits and long hard nipples to him. “Do you want them?” I asked. He didn’t say anything, but eventually slowly nodded his head - “Yes!” I took his hand and led him to my hotel and then my hotel roomWe didn’t stop fucking until noon the next day and probably wouldn’t have stopped then except he had a flight home to catch. He drank my milk and pussy gushes - I drank load after load of his cum.I doubt I’ll ever see him again. That’s OK; he’s back with his family where he belongs. But I guarantee you one thing - he’ll never forget the night a 65-year-old big-titted panther picked him up and fucked him like he had never been fucked before! -- source link