The Hood Born Dom - My First Cougar
Just stepped outside; the weather threatens Storm, bringing a chilled wind. A brief Mental check reminds me of the tornado threat; that may Explain why I stepped outside better than the truth: I needed to stretch these Ancient Bones. Across the street Derek and E.D. (do NOT call him Ed) stood casually
Actually, Stand is the Wrong Term; perhaps the Street Term Posted Up is better, since they were watching the children playing, making sure no one got hurt or injured. I've seen and been a part of the Moment long enough to Know the Role and Stance. So when I greet them, their reply is more than enough to pull me into joining them.
Three Black Men Standing around in Da Hood on a chilled Spring Afternoon... every Cop's Nightmare. Derek spotted the SUV first; my eyes checked off every child... every bouncing ball... the I Played Spot the Under-Cover. Street Sense on highest Alert... I sense nothing. The vehicle approached slowly, the driver obviously more concerned with the children than stealth; this is how I find myself staring at a set of Nice MILF Titties...
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Everyone knows I am not a Tit-Man; I DO like MILFs however, and THIS chica screamed MILF; there was just one problem...
Two if you count the fact that she is Derek's Friend... and apparently he is a close chummer to the guy she recently divorced; she even went so far as to flash everyone the ring-free hands, making eye contact just in case one of the three Males there wasn't paying attention.
Oh... that problem? I always look a Female in the eye; this was not the first time a Female met my gaze, but it was another trend that I'm Noticing: MILF chicas eyeballing me like a Slab-of-Beef!!! Worse... I seem to be developing this... EGO... where I actually spare the Thought-Cycles to Mentally check my appearance, breath, etc.
And she kept eye contact... when I wasn't staring at her tits. Then I did something that defies Logic: using Street Stance Move-Adjustments... I made my way over to her and then blatantly looked inside, letting a near sex-starved, slavering Beast Look grace my eyes as I inhaled Details about her Dress... her exposed Flesh... the Sense and Feel from movements and habits so subtle that are Blood-instinct to her now.
That's when Derek pulled a LOCAL Move... one I was Ready for. See... guys get Possessive over Pussy. Make no mistake... they ARE Friends... close and Trusted Status with all that Implies; give him one inch and he'd Fuck her cross-eyed. Hey... she's HOT by Normal MILF Standards, and that says a shitload; even I was taken by her sass and that itch to get some Strange Dick inside her. He inhaled, swelling up his massive chest: Male posturing at its best...
And it seemed to work because I backed down...
Except... I maintained eye contact with her until the last second... and when I returned my gaze to hers... it followed the SAME PATH: Eyes... Hair... Tits... denim-covered crotch, exposed ankle, arms... then snap back to her eyes, pulling back the Focus until her tits and face were within Sight.
In Street Terms... we were BOTH Feelin' each other's Style; if I had to place her... the Term Cougar is not far off. Her eyes...; she was definitely looking for Strange Dick. Suddenly there pops up a supposedly handsome Black Male, standing there in a black tee shirt and gray sweat pants... and flip-flops.
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The Shoes broke any Image I've EVER Crafted; it's Telling that I changed shoes...
Right after E.D. mentioned, in Street Code, that he was looking for Weed; long Out, I had more than enough to share a fat joint; this Dates me, as most African American Bud Smokers opt for blunts instead of the paper clad joints of old; I'm trying to quit tobacco, and until They Legalize it... outside Toke-Sessions where I provide are always Joints... unless there is a Need for a Mojo Stick.
Remember... there are children around; when E.D. asks Why I haven't Sparked Up yet, I remind him, taking time to look around his Frame to smile at just such a Prime Example: ONE OF HIS OWN!! Once all of the children are away or so far distant that our smoke is adequately covered by the three white females attempting not to chain smoke in front of the same children... I fire up a Fatty. Yep... OLD SCHOOL...
E.D. chokes; the others joke about him getting good stuff. True, but like he said: it's the paper... I'm used to blunts. Indeed; if it were a blunt he'd be inhaling easier than he breathes... and I'd be choking and craving a Black & Mild like MAD!!!
And MILF? She comments that as soon as she got divorced she tried pot... and got squat from it. I wasn't surprised... considering what I Know and Understand as a confirmed Pothead; that said... I still find it curious that I considered that Subject... PILLOW-TALK... at least with her.
Yep... DEFINITELY Thinking with my Dick; sure Sign of T-Monkey Syndrome... only exasperated by being stoned.
So... I Went with it.
MILF made the Exit Noise; Derek was at the window... and I was well within ear shot, a Fact she checked visually with a lingering Gaze... as she grabbed her tits and said something about their Realness...
I quickly spoke up, my Tone exploding with Big Easy Smoothness; it surprised her enough that she finally fully addressed me... Giving me Grief about being the Silent Guy during this chance meeting...
Remember that I changed shoes; I also put on cologne and another shirt... and my rosary. THIS is how she addressed me... as I did not give my Name. nor did I ask for hers, choosing instead to, at least on the Surface, Honor the Street Tradition. She and Derek have Connections that go WAY Back... and I Honor them... by not getting her phone number, Facebook ID or other way to contact her. I also leave the Door WIDE the fuck open... for our NEXT Meeting. And there will be a Next meeting; she is Hungry for Strange Dick... not the Local Prey she is accustomed to. Her Tastes lean towards the slightly Exotic... somewhat odd.
Funny... sounds like someone I stare at in the Mirror every Day/Night...
And Derek will Rat me Out... because he has Connections to her... her Ex... and Spirits knows who else... considering two-of-three inside the SUV were at least familiar to him; he could step aside... but if I were a Betting Man... solid creds on him giving her the bad-Side Story of this Old Wolf.
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And that's the real problem; if all she's looking for is a quick Horizontal Shuffle... HOT DAMN THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I NEED RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My only hurdle is Derek... and THAT Fragger's got some serious Explaining... unless I let shit slide that, by my Code of Honor... DEMANDS PUNISHMENT...
And if I do it correctly... there is no doubt that not only will Derek Look the other Way while... whatever... he might accidentally Grace me with her, pouring a few Gentle Words into her ears. Not that I think I need it; left alone... the only damage is what I Cause...
MAN... the innuendo in those Words is almost sobering...if I weren't Thinking about her Ex catching a hissy-fit... or just flat-out Getting' Stupid. I'm a bit low on Bullet Catchers or a Crew to help Sling Lead if shit gets ugly... and considering people around here favor bullshit, Gossip and using your Family Ties with the Cops to settle disputes... you'd think I was being overly paranoid.
If memory serves me... her Ex is either a Fire Fighter... or a fraggin' COP!!!!!!!!!
Not really surprising; most MILFs come with such high-powered Former Whatevers... and I'm fairly certain it's a Requirement for Cougar Status.
So long as she fits the Criteria... Frag Derek and her Ex.
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