Wicked Desires: Sex That Sizzles by Darren G. Burton

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Wicked Desires: Sex That Sizzles

(Darren G. Burton)


Cougar


Jayne was what was commonly known as a cougar. She was forty years old and she liked younger men. No, she adored younger males. Preferably in their twenties. Having been married and divorced twice, she was over the committed relationship scene, with love and so-called romance and all that jazz. Now she was just out for fun. She had no children as biologically she was unable to have any, so now she was enjoying the freedom that only a single woman with no responsibilities could truly enjoy.
Having done quite well out of her second marriage financially, Jayne wasn't even tied down to a regular, mundane job; so she had financial freedom as well and was loving it. For the past two years since the finalization of her second divorce she had traveled extensively, and had fucked extensively along the way as well, scoring trophy boys in each country she traveled to.
She also had the advantage of being blessed with eternal youth. Jayne didn't look forty. In fact, the general consensus regarding her age averaged out at around thirty-two or thirty-three, and she was stunningly beautiful with long blond hair and hazel eyes. Her body was fit, shapely and lean, her breasts large and firm, and she knew how to use her body when it really counted.
Right now she was holidaying in Australia, in sunny Queensland. She was lying on a beach on the Gold Coast. It was mid-spring. The sun was high overhead and was pleasantly warm without being too hot. For the most part she tried to avoid over-exposing her skin to the sun in her travels and usually applied plenty of sunscreen when out and about in the tropics. But here it wasn't too bad and she opted to achieve some natural tan rather than getting a customary spray tan applied.
Her vibrant white bikini with g-string bottom contrasted very nicely with her tanned skin and she had a healthy glow about her. Slipping off her sunglasses and leaving her towel, she got up and waded into the gentle surf, sensing countless sets of male eyes roaming approvingly over her body. There was certainly no shortage of men about. Jayne had only flown in late last evening and, after a quick takeaway Thai meal, had just relaxed in her hotel room on the twentieth floor of a highrise building. Today was really her first good look at her environment.
The water was quite chilly as it washed around her ankles and calves. She shivered, but braved it until she was in up to her waist. A wave broke a few metres out and whitewater washed over her, wetting her up to her chest. In the end she thought, the hell with it, and ducked her head underwater when the next wave rolled through. Within minutes she was accustomed to the chill and now the sea felt pleasantly cool and invigorating.
A wave pummeled her and she came up coughing and spluttering and gasping for air.
"Are you okay?" a deep voice asked her.
Once she'd wiped the stinging salt water from her eyes and could focus clearly again, a handsome face came into view. The young man was well muscled and deeply tanned and looked to be no older than mid-to-late twenties. A quick scope around him told Jayne he was swimming alone. No hot little bimbo in tow. Could have somebody waiting for him on the beach. She'd find out.
Jayne smiled vibrantly as she was lifted over another swell. "Yes. I'm fine. Thanks for asking."
"You're American!" the man said, seeming quite excited about that.
"Yes, that's right. I'm from California." She moved in closer to him and extended a hand. "My name's Jayne."
The man shook her hand, his firm and strong. "I'm Luke."
"God, I love those Aussie accents," she said. "It's a real turn-on."