Cougar Devours neighborhood!!!!

[Lilfuckslut]

Misread a signal? I dont recall ever givng him signals to grab me and push his tongue down my throat, or to follow me into the privacy of my home when i hadnt invited him. After telling him to have fun with someone else.

i cooled down at jessie's words. I knew where she was coming from.

" i appreciate what you are saying and doing, i just dont enjoy people thinking they are free to take liberties with me."

I smiled at her welcoming face.

" maybe we can try over, with another merry dip in the hottub."

 

[LadyBlueMoon]

Jessie

I smiled at her, then reached out and embraced her. God, she felt good against my body.

"That's my Sally!" I cooed in her ear. I then lowered my voice so only she could hear, "I have a little smoke in my purse, if you think that will help relax you. I know as a mom you probably haven't had a toke in twenty years, but remember what fun it used to be?"

I turned to the remaining men. "The party is moving back to the hot tub, gentlemen. And I recommend you don't do anything you aren't asked to do. Now, will someone get us some refreshment for our return to the tub?"

 

[Lilfuckslut]

I eased back into the tub. maybe this time i wouldnt be treated so conveniently.

The grass jessie had was doing wonders. I felt light and dreamy, i propbaly wouldnt have minded a freith train rolling through the back yard.

The sun was warm, the day was bright. And all was well.

Just wondering where the boys had gone with the drinks.

 

[LadyBlueMoon]

Jessie

The weed was primo stuff, to use a term from my youth! I had quite the buzz and could tell Sally did as well. In fact, she seemed impatient for the 'boys' to return. I hoped they would, but they seemed pretty pissed off at her actions in the house.

Poor baby, I thought. She wants to play but feels it is wrong at the same time. Damn that Carl! I bet he doesn't have any guilt feelings about all the women he's had. I could never tell Sally, it would break her heart. And if she knew that even I had once fucked her husband. No, that knowledge would remain my secret.

I scooted up next to her and gently began to rub her shoulders.

"Didn't I tell ya that would make you all better?" I asked.

 

[Lilfuckslut]

Fuck, this was good stuff. And some good weed always made me hornier than hell.

Jessies hand on me was a welcome tingle.

" yeah,everythings fine, i just dont take well topeople trying to taske advantage of me.."

I palced my hand over hers on my shoulder.

" but people i know taking advantage of me... thats another story" I winked mischeviously at her.

Now where did those boys go?

 

[LadyBlueMoon]

Jessie

I giggle at her comments. That's the Sally I remember!!!

"Girl, I don't know if it's the pot or you, but I am getting really turned on again," I half-whisper. "If those guys don't get back, we may just have to start the party without them."

I was melting.

 

[trysexual]

Dave

I definitely had enough of this. I went back home, and left them the wine. This was all getting silly.

 

[Dark Warrior]

Stuart

I scratched my head, more than a little uncomfortable, and not at all sure what to do. Still, before I even knew I was, I was making my way out the back, standing at the door a moment, watching one of them give the other a shoulder rub.
"Look, uh... I just want to say sorry..." I began.

 

[poohlive]

Routine, that's what it's all about. It's a simple routine.
Every day is the same, mail coming in and mail again going out. Almost enough to make a grown man go crazy and shot all of the...
But, that in and of itself is routine, so perhaps that should be left alone for now.
Besides, Ren didn't own any guns, yet. He smiled at that little joke, pushing the blonde hairs out of his face. This job wasn't actually what he considered a career, more of a means to some money for college.
He was barely 22 years old, and still held that boyish look about him. At 18 he had looked really awkward, and didn't fit his age at all, but in the short years it had grown, sprouted. Now the boyish look was more defined, and had given him a certain charm that so little people had in this world.
In about ten years it would be gone. He would start to show a few lines, and then it would slowly cascade onto a puffy face that made most women shiver. After that, it would be simply wrinkles upon wrinkles.
He glanced at himself in the van mirror, wrinkles wouldn't look that bad on him. He could see himself behind a handsome old man, maybe around 70 or so. One of those really old guys with a twenty year old in one arm, and a portable IV in the other.
Another joke, he should have been a stand up comedian. Hell, the pay might be even better.
Glancing at the few houses in the neighborhood, he finally saw a familiar number. A dull gray house, his next delivery.
He pulled into an empty driveway, pulling out the package. A simple little brown parcel, probably some books or something.
He stopped, looking down the street. Ren had to bite his lower lip at the beauty he was now looking at. The little red car parked in the driveway two houses down. A georgious car, one that he had lusted for.
Part of his lonely dreams at night. Hell, he was only 22, the only thing he ever dreamed about were cars and women. He could get women, but cars...
For the time being, all he could do was stare from afar and wish.
He wimpered as his eyes went back to the job at hand, delivering the package.
Going up to the door he knocked, pausing. After nearly a minute he knocked again. There was still no answer, apparently the person wasn't home.
He dropped it next to the door, and left.
Inside the van, he looked at his next delivery. Some flowers from a guy named Carl. the address wasn't too far, on the same street, it looked to be just a few...
He dropped his jaw. It was right by the car. He stopped the van, getting out and staring for a few more seconds. Peering around, he could see why. This looked like an upper class neighborhood. They could afford class, just like they could afford Italian imports.
Even in park it looked fast.
Grabbing the package, he walked up to the vehicle. His hand brushed over the perfect red paint job. It must have just been washed too, flawless.
Well, there was a bug. He picked it's carcass off of the windshield, before leaving it for just a moment. Time to deliver and then go. Maybe stay for a minute and gaze at what will never be his.
In an almost remorsed stance, he knocked on the door.
"U.P.S."