Seduction of a Cougar (standard:romance, 2924 words)
Author: Rich Eubanks	Added: Sep 21 2005	Views/Reads: 36837/14294	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
She's a librarian, she's married, and she'd never let herself be manipulated into letting her hair down. Or would she?

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pleasure to meet you.  Your coworker told me earlier that you were very 
attractive, in fact that's exactly why I was cutting through your 
workplace just now, but she really didn't say just how gorgeous you 
are.” 

“Aren't we forward?”  Sarah couldn't help using her ‘teacher' voice to
this very young man but when he took her hand she felt a little 
helpless.  At just over six feet he wasn't really that much taller than 
she was but his flirting had made it's mark on her libido.  So, as he 
continued to hold her hand, she finished in a much more friendly voice, 
“Glad to meet you Mr. Elgin, welcome to the faculty.” 

“And,” Jim Elgin still held Sarah's almost trembling hand, “I'm really
liking what I see in this faculty.” 

“Mr. Elgin.”  Sarah regained her composure just enough to try to pull
her hand away from his firm grip.  “I'm a married woman and old enough 
to be your mother.” 

“Old enough?”  Jim used both hands now to hold, and caress, Sarah's
hand.  “Yes, old enough for me.”  Jim smiled seductively as he added, 
“And married?”  Well, my knew friend, some people are, aren't they?” 

Sarah and Emma watched as the arrogant young man released Sarah's hand
and turned to walk confidently to the office door, and in one motion 
open it and turn back to speak just before exiting the door.  “So nice 
to meet you both,” then with a wink, “and looking so forward to getting 
much, much better acquainted.” 

For the next fifty slow steps it took for Jim Elgin to make it to the
large library doors Sarah and Emma remained silent and their eyes 
remained fixed on Jim's butt in those tight jeans. 

“Cocky little shit, isn't he?”  Emma broke the silence and continued
massaging Sarah's shoulders. 

“Cocky, yes,” Sarah mumbled, “but not little.” 

“You noticed too,” Emma was laughing out loud, “wouldn't you love to see
just how big he really is?” 

“He's too arrogant for my liking,” Sarah tried to sound convincing then
added with almost embarrassment, “and besides, Emma, we're both 
married.” 

“My husband is married,” Emma began a dialogue that she'd used in a
similar manner many times before, “and I'm happily married, which means 
I can be married when it's convenient.” 

“Emma!”  Sarah scolded her co-worker and friend.  “You know you don't
mean that.” 

“Give me one good opportunity with Mr. Jim ‘Don Juan' and just see how
serious I am.” 

“Emma!”  Sarah again scolded her friend.  “He's younger than two of your
sons.” 

“And I just might be younger than his last lucky lover,” Emma released
her grip on Sarah's shoulders and did a little spin around, showing off 
her petite figure to Sarah, “and, I'm sure I'd be better for him.” 

Sarah smiled at her friend and, as usual, envied Emma's enthusiasm for
life.  But, as much as Sarah knew that Emma was just talking, Sarah 
also knew that she really wanted this Jim Elgin.  She didn't really 
know why at all.  This kid was everything she didn't like in men.  He 
was just too arrogant, too forward and too good looking for his own 
good. 

“Nice wheels,” Jim startled Sarah who was just unlocking her car in the
parking lot, “mind dropping me off at the Ford store?” 

“Uh,” Sarah struggled to find an excuse but was so taken back by his
forward assurance that she couldn't, “guess not.” 

“Thanks.”  Jim reached past Sarah who had just opened her driver's door
and, leaning against her, found the power door lock button and unlocked 
the rest of the doors.  Allowing his body to press against Sarah's own 
body for several extra seconds, Jim finally backed away and walked 
briskly around to the passenger side, opened the door and fell in with 
one fluid motion.  “What kind of sounds to you like?”  Jim, without 
asking, was going through Sarah's preset radio stations making comments 
on each one. 

“Is your car at the Ford dealership?”  Sarah asked in an attempt to take
back control of this situation. 

“Hey now,” Jim ignored Sarah's question, “jazz!”  Jim turned the volume
up just a little as he continued, “I love jazz, so smooth, so sexy, so 
great for lovemaking.”  Jim reached over and placed his hand on Sarah's 
right hand that was gripping the steering wheel.  “Do you like to make 
love to jazz?” 

“Let's get something straight, Mr. Elgin,” Sarah pulled her hand away
from his and looked the young man right in the eyes, “I'm married and 
I'm old enough to be your mother,” Sarah saw the smile forming on Jim's 
face and was taken back and lost her train of thought completely. 

“You're so pretty when you get flustered,” Jim patted Sarah's leg as he
spoke, “but don't worry Sarah, I've been with lots of my mother's 
friends.  I really enjoy older ladies a lot and,” Jim, for the first 
time that Sarah had seen, got a serious look on his face before 
finishing, “I'm trustworthy too, Sarah, I'd never tell a soul.  Nobody, 
including your husband, would ever know.” 

“Know what?”  Sarah realized that this had gone quite far enough.  “Just
what do you think is going to happen?”  She had driven almost to the 
gate that exited the schools parking lot but pulled to a stop by the 
curb and finished, “I think you'd better get out.” 

“I'm sorry,” Jim Elgin's voice now had an entirely different sound to
it.  No longer the arrogant young man's voice but more of a frightened 
young boy, “I'm really, really sorry Mrs. Compton.  I just feel so 
inadequate sometimes and being flirty always seems to help.”  The young 
man looked up from his lap and glanced at Sarah's green eyes as he 
finished.  “Please forgive me and give me another chance to be 
friends.” 

“OK, but,” Sarah was taken by the pleading sound of his voice, “you
really need to watch your manners around women.” 

“So,” Jim asked timidly, “can I still get the ride?” 

“OK, but you've got to behave yourself.”  Sarah now sounded as though
she had her old teacher-control of the situation and smiled as she 
looked at the extremely good-looking young man in her passenger's seat. 


“What is Mr. Helmer like as a principle?”  Jim broke the few moments of
silence after leaving the school's parking lot. 

“He's fine,” Sarah spoke as she drove, “you'll like him.  He's
supportive of the teachers and does a pretty good job with the 
students.  Is this your first teaching job?” 

“Actually,” Jim's voice regained some, but not all, of his earlier
confidence, “I did teach two years in Lancaster right after school but 
wanted to move here to a college town so I could go on for my 
Master's.” 

“Really?”  Sarah sounded genuinely surprised.  “How old are you anyway?”


“Twenty five,” Jim laughed and added, “everyone thinks I'm younger.” 

“Well, twenty five is young enough.”  Sarah laughed, then in a more
serious tone added, “That's pretty cool that you're already wanting to 
continue your education.” 

“Hey,” Jim pointed to a building that was obviously just recently
completed, “that's one of those new Barney's!” 

“What's Barney's?”  Sarah asked as she slowed to see just what he was
referring to. 

“You haven't heard of Barney's clubs?”  Jim sounded surprised.  “They've
just got to have the absolute best frozen margaritas and munchies in 
the world.”  Jim made a murmering sound as he licked his lips then 
finished, “there was one on my way home from the last school I taught 
at.  I guess I stopped almost every day.”  Jim paused for a second then 
added, “Hey?  Want to stop and try it?  I do owe you an apology for the 
way I acted and it'd be nice to buy you an apology drink.” 

“I really can't,” Sarah didn't hesitate before responded then paused and
rephrased it with, “I really shouldn't.” 

“Oh,” Jim prodded, “come on, Sarah,” he reached over and placed his hand
on her shoulder before finishing his plead, “just one, it'll be my 
treat.” 

“I really shouldn't,” Sarah felt the electric shock going through her
shoulder from his firm grip and, against everything she knew was right, 
admitted, “I would like to though.” 

“Great!”  Jim unfastened his seat belt as Sarah, without full control of
her actions, turned the car into the parking lot. “And, my treat too, 
OK?” 

Sarah wondered just what in the world she was doing here as she sat
motionless in the driver's seat of her car. 

“Allow me?”  Jim offered Sarah his hand to help her up out of her car
after he'd walked around and opened her door. 

“Wow,” Jim commented as Sarah stood beside him for the very first time,
“We're about the same height.  Cool!” 

Sarah stood motionless and looked into Jim's dark eyes.  She could feel
his nearness and smell his being.  If he'd wanted to kiss her at that 
moment she'd have been helpless to do much more than simply respond. 

“Ready?”  Jim spoke after several seconds of standing together in the
parking lot together.  Then taking Sarah's trembling hand he led her to 
the club's front door. 

It was much darker than most afternoon clubs.  Sarah noticed that the
crowd was much younger than she'd have guessed from the exterior of the 
building.  The bar was about the only lighted area and as her eyes 
adjusted she could see couples dancing on a small dance floor in the 
back of the large room.  The music wasn't terribly loud but you could 
definitely feel the beat of the unfamiliar song. 

“Two margaritas,” Jim told the bartender as they approached the bar. 
Then he immediately turned to Sarah and asked, “do you like to dance?” 

“I haven't danced in years,” Sarah answered truthfully and continued,
“my husband doesn't like to.” 

“Then,” Jim interrupted Sarah before she could finish, and before she
could object was leading her to the dark dance floor, “shall we dance?” 


Sarah knew she shouldn't be here at all, and especially dancing.  But,
as she was pulled so gracefully into his experienced arms she just 
couldn't resist.  After a moment of panic about even remembering how to 
dance she was pleased at her ease of keeping with his movements. 

And, his movements were really nice.  Really nice!  Jim held her just
far away enough that she felt somewhat comfortable but close enough 
that she could smell him.  She enjoyed the dance, the feel of his young 
shoulders, and the smell of cologne that was totally new to her. 

“Thank you so much,” Jim spoke into her ear as the song ended, “that was
really nice, Sarah,” he hesitated then finished, “you really are a good 
dancer.” 

“You too,” Sarah smiled at her young escort, “it's been a long time.” 

The two went back to the bar and Jim, again, asked about the principle. 
The conversation continued through two more rounds of margaritas until 
Sarah had filled Jim in on just about every member of the faculty. 

“Oh, my,” Sarah glanced for the first time at her watch, “it's already
after six.” 

“As they say,” Jim smiled as he made his quote, “time flies when you're
having a good time.” 

Jim got up from his bar stool and offered his hand to Sarah.  Sarah,
thinking he was helping her up so they could leave, got off her stool 
and followed Jim but was led to the dance floor and not the exit. 

“I really need to get going.”  Sarah protested only slightly as Jim
turned and pulled her to him at the edge of the dance floor. 

“Just one more,” Jim smiled and pulled her body just a little closer to
his own body than they'd been during the previous dance, “for the 
road.” 

The song was slow, very slow, and long, very, very long.  Was it the
margaritas or the music that had Sarah's head feeling lighter than it'd 
felt in years.  All Sarah knew was that, however wrong this was, she 
was feeling like she'd not felt in a thousand years. 

Sarah allowed herself to be held tighter than she knew was proper.  But
then, just how proper was it to be held at all?  Proper stayed outside 
in her car.  Proper never came into this club.  Proper never drank 
three margaritas.  Right now proper could go jump off a cliff because 
Sarah wasn't feeling very proper.  She was feeling those strong young 
shoulders.  She was also feeling those muscular arms as she allowed her 
hands to move down Jim's arms.  She was now feeling Jim's strong hands 
on her shoulders and moving down her back to the place just above her 
hips that made her move even closer to his young body. 

The music continued to play as Sarah and Jim explored each other's
bodies through the guise of dancing.  Sarah rationalized that it was 
just a dance and, therefore, OK to be so close.  And she also 
rationalized that a, thank you, kiss on Jim's cheek would be OK for the 
situation.  The kiss was returned and the heat from Jim's lips on her 
own cheek made her head instinctively turn enabling their lips to meet. 


Proper wasn't in that club at all right then.  And, proper hadn't been
kissed like this in many years.  Sarah's body was uncontrollably close 
to Jim's now.  She felt his lips moving tentatively against her own and 
felt his body moving tentatively against her body.  She pressed her 
breasts as tightly as she could against his firm chest and her pelvis 
as firmly as she could against his own bulging pelvis. 

Sarah was the first to take the kiss to the next level of sensuality. 
She, for the first time in years, allowed her tongue to explore his 
lips.  Sarah's tongue was, instantly, met by his own, strong, tongue 
and the two were now alone on that dance floor.  The two were in a 
universe that they'd created through their shared pure desire. 


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