Cougartime

I've been wearing leopard print for at least a decade, everything from blouses to shoes, but
when my young colleague at work refers to me as a cougar at a meeting with some clients from Belarus in a restaurant in Bath I do get a little irritated. What made matters worse
was they were not aware of the term, but collectively came to the conclusion it meant
a slut! So let's define Cougar:: A mature woman that is predatory on younger men like a wildcat preys on food a Cougar is seductive.... no mention of slut....
Well it didn't take long till I got the thigh rub under the table, Is been having trouble keeping down my pleated black kilt skirt in the breeze on the way to the restaurant.
but the main problem was I went without panties I had home waxed my foo foo the night before not wanting an unsightly rash I was commando!
let's face it men love rubbing nylons so with a hand on each thigh it didn't take long for the
Belarus boys to reach stocking tops and beyond. I felt like a window display at Xmas being ogled.
They agreed to the contract my younger colleague had prepared providing I would be their overseas advisor. I did try and tell them the decision was not mine to make.
The conversation became side tracked around my 'sexy big mouth' which they were fascinated with because of my tongue bar....
So when I told them I was going outside for a smoke it was an executive decision
to follow me out to the al fresco area.
I left my young colleague alone with the highlighted contract....
Reaching for my cigarette holder in my clutch bag the men stared I placed a long menthol in it and lit up the men also smoked but their cigarettes smelled like burning sweaty socks.
"So what is Minsk like to live in?" I asked French inhaling. The tall dark swarthy one answered " When you come to visit you will enjoy our favourite hobby fucking" he said.
I grinned his accent was hard to understand, did he just say fucking...
"I love when you click your mouth ball on the tip of holder" said the smaller fair haired chap. "It's a habit I've picked up sorry" I replied as the swarthy ones hand snaked round the back of my skirt.
"Are all the men in Minsk as forward as you two?" I asked. "Only with Couters" said the swarthy one. "Its Cou.....gar" I said slowly "again" said the swarthy one " Cou....." I repeated
the word but the second syllable with my mouth open gave the swarthy one the opportunity to French kiss me. He pushed up hard against my face. I unstuck myself from his grip
"That's not very appropriate with your business partner here as well " I said realising that isn't what I wanted to say.... the fair haired one had a try and groped my left tit as he felt
my tongue bar with his exploring tongue, the swarthy one took the opportunity to get his warm hand up my crotch and inserted two fingers in me "no" my stifled remark fell on deaf ears these two were sexing me up big time!
Now sometimes my guardian Angel intervenes, I heard a familiar voice "Well it must be Spring if your pulling two at a time" said Trisha. The men stepped back and turned around
the groping and kissing stopped. "Oh hello Trish no these are um business acquaintances from Belarus." I said embarassed. They just grinned the fair haired one spoke " You a Cougar too? " he asked. " Trish laughed. "I could be up for double dating if Naughty Nikki wasn't so greedy" said Trish. " No really they were just trialling my tongue piercing" I said.
"I am wearing leopard print thong so maybe I am" said Trisha. The swarthy one spoke
"I love Bath it is Cougartown" he said. "Do you know that young man waving the papers at you in the window too" said Trish. "Ah yes it's my work colleague." I replied.
Adding " Why don't we meet up at Revolutions this week for a girly cougar night" I said smiling. " Yes can't you bring your Russians they are so yummy with their hard ons! " said Trish. She's such a slut!