Cougar Seduction of a Bartender

Doug

Years ago, I had a fetish for older women. The term “cougar” had not yet been invented and publicly dating a woman 15-20 years older wasn’t very socially acceptable. (Thank Demi Moore for changing that!) The following true story helped to shape my foundation not just for being more sexually creative, but learning and applying the lost art of true seduction, romance and passion in relationships.

Many years ago I was a bartender near Northern Chicago. Being 26, fit, funny and full of life was, at the time, the pinnacle of my energy, vitality and perhaps-charm. I was nice to everyone and always flirted with the ladies. It didn’t matter to me whether they were young, old, plain or pretty. I knew that the more I focused on them, the better my tips were. Besides, some of them were pretty hot.

Mixing alcohol, mid-20’s testosterone and women in their 40’s who haven’t had any affection, love or passion in years can be a very ‘dangerous’ combination. It wasn’t until later that I realized I had a fetish for women who were 15-20 years older than me. I am not sure if it was watching “The Graduate” too many times or just a boyhood fantasy about a particular teacher, but the fantasy was about to become reality.

I was working the bar one night and a couple of ladies walked in and sat down. I don’t remember if they had come in there before, but after an hour or so, the big-chested one was locking on my gaze and we had connected on some kind of spiritual or chemical level. You know what I mean. We were attracted to the words, phrases and energy that we both gave off. Her friend was trying to keep her in check, but as they were about to leave, she slipped me a piece of paper and they both stumbled out of the bar; her friend and her giggling as they left.

This wasn’t the first time a woman had given me her number, but it was the first time I had gotten one WITHOUT asking and from a totally hot “cougar” who was a fellow free spirit like me.

I called her.

Our first date was typical dinner and conversation and when we went back to her place, our make out session was steamy, passionate and I wanted more. She was raised in the 50’s and I was raised in the 70’s and that combination created a “not on the first night” response from her. I instantly agreed for a few reasons.

  1. I never force or try to influence a woman about sex (especially on a first date)
  2. It wasn’t going to be a one night stand. That meant more than one future encounter.

As a young man of 26 I wasn’t a virgin in the clinical sense. I had sex one time in high school (just to say I wasn’t a virgin) and had over a dozen girlfriends in college and had relations with most, but not all of them. I was still young, a bit inexperienced, but very open minded. I had never had a woman put on a French Maid’s outfit, explain tantric sex to me, or have permanently installed mirrors over a bed before. This stuff was completely unknown to me…until I started seeing Janice.

My affair with Janice (not her real name) lasted for 6 glorious months. She was the first women I truly loved and she showed me things and moves that I had never heard of before or since. Her passion and insatiable appetite for romance and raw sex was incredible. We were both very much free spirits and took our lives one day at a time. We didn’t really “date” in the traditional sense. Her friends and my friends didn’t have anything in common which eliminated the possibility of double dates. She knew I loved children and wanted my own some day. We both knew this wasn’t going to be forever, but we both also knew we were made for each other…for a time.

The age difference didn’t bother free spirits like us. While we couldn’t do much of the group couple thing, we did go out nearly every week. When we went to the show, dinner, or to a club, however, we never caught a glimpse of anyone staring at us. We were too busy being into each other.

Coincidentally, when I did meet her friends, I was always introduced as “just a friend” and this never bothered me, except the day that one of her friends suggested setting me up with her daughter! (A REAL “Mrs. Robinson” adventure!) Her daughter of 19 was gorgeous, but that innocent sweetness also came with inexperience, baggage and a immaturity that was never appealing to me.

Janice was the first woman I slept with who was a ‘squirter’. At first, I was shocked by this jettison of fluid from her vagina during an orgasm. After she explained it to me, I looked forward to making her cum and relished in her delight and euphoria.

Those mirrors on the ceiling were out of this world…yum.

She was also the first woman I was with who had a DD breast job. These are as popular as Starbucks today, but back in 1986 in the conservative Midwest, they weren’t as popular.

Janice taught me about seduction, REAL foreplay and the delicate dance of sex. She was a dance instructor with beautifully long legs. She was extremely limber and could move like there was no tomorrow. Translating the “dancing” of sexual foreplay and intercourse is a lost art. Janice showed me who was “leading” and what it meant to anticipate a partner’s move without missing a beat. If there is reincarnation, she was the top courtesan of a king.

She was perfect.

Her perfection was not limited by her stunning good looks. At 5’ 6” tall, 115 lbs. and a DD breast job, her figure was a perfect fit for me. Her athletic, toned body trained from 30+ years of dancing resembled or exceeded any of the 20-somethings I had been with.

Her perfection was more than that. Her spirit, energy, and 100% openness towards sex was what transformed my “average” sexual experience and appetite into a seduction master and lover of all things beautiful.

I will never forget her, of course. But it is more than that; I honor her every day as I make my wife my sex-crazed, hot wife and private concubine.

Thanks, Janice.

Doug Steponin
www.makeyourwifehot.com


Hawaiian Muscle Fuck…Not Just for D Cups!

Doug

We get stimulated 90% from what we see and 10% from what we hear. Why then do you leave the lights off, Felix?

Sure it FEELS good to have sex, but watching you and your partner do the deed certainly adds to the excitement (provided you are both in decent shape! If one or both of you are not, click here to correct the situation) One technique of sex named by somebody with too much time on their hands, is the Hawaiian muscle fuck. This technique is when the man slides his penis between the woman’s boobs.

Men are obsessed with breasts. The multi-billion dollar plastic surgery industry is supported largely by breast implants. If you live in California or South Florida, you can probably say that implants are now MORE common than natural breasts…modern medicine, what a miracle! The Hawaiian Muscle Fuck (HMF for short) is a great way to share with your partner her magnificent achievement and to get an extra dividend from the five grand you invested in those cannons. HER extra stimulation is going to be when she watches you slide your member between those melons and cum all over her chest (and hit her chin if you’ve got the range). This visual stimulation certainly adds to the pleasure for both of you. It allows you a change of scenery from your typical missionary and doggie positions and if you are real artist, you can even add some colored lube and paint a path to victory on her chest.

What if your girl isn’t so endowed? What’s a guy to do?

First choice; Start saving up for a breast job. There are some small framed women who look pretty good with average sized boobs. However, in all of recorded history, no one has ever said, “Gee your breast job looks bad. You were much prettier with a smaller chest.” That is not to say some women have breasts large enough to make Jabba the Hut attractive, we are referring to small chested women who are interested in the HMF technique. Strategy number one, get a breast job. You will both learn to appreciate modern medicine.

If a breast job is not an option for financial, ego, or stupidity, then you are not out of the game, Dexter! Just follow the following game plan.

1. Get plenty of lubrication. You’ll be needing it.
2. COMPLIMENT your woman on her breasts. You’ve already made her feel bad about the breast job idea for the past 2 years. If that option is off the table, you have to start over with building her up with what she’s got.
3. ACT like her breasts are huge. Give her auditory support (since she may not need underwire support) of her beauty. Pay specific attention to her chest and stare at them often.
4. Once you get started, you may find that the lack of cleavage won’t be enough to bring you to orgasm. Play around with the rest of the field. Add some oral, traditional sex, dirty talk, and advanced foreplay to the mix.
5. When you are about to orgasm, be SURE to go to the HMF and finish off there. She will really dig the visual of you pumping your load onto her. She will most likely spread it around like she’s icing a cake…that’s fine. Just be sure to clean her up when you’re done. It’s a nice gesture and she’ll think you are a prince.

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