I met a girlfriend today over lunch and as usual, our indulgences in Vietnamese food and conversation meant that, she had to take an hour more than normal - 'the usual something came up' excuse. Not that she had to make one since she was the boss in her own PR firm!
Curiously, we already met on Saturday with some other girlfriends for drinks and had lots of time to chat. But I guess in our defence, we were probably only sober for about an hour of the five we spend out. Besides, it is always important for girlfriends to follow up after.
She was more excited than usual to meet up and for good reason. She mentioned that she was seeing this younger man these days. Her most recent object of interest.
Claire by the way is around my age, has two lovely tween daughters but dumped her philandering husband two years ago after catching him one time too many with yet another of his much younger colleagues.
But she has got over it. Boy has she got over it. This new man would be her fifth, if I got my numbers right.
Anyway, this new man, the same one who showed up to pick her up the other night of our outing, said that he had screwed me sometime back. I didn't really see him or was just too high to notice the other night but when she pulled out her iPhone and showed me a picture of them together, I realised he was in fact, one of my earlier conquests.
So I sat up, waiting for the interrogation from Claire. At the back of my mind, I was hoping this would not mean a change in the dynamics of our friendship.
"He told me you were an awesome fuck!" she blurted out.
While I'm certainly not living for compliments about my sexual apt, I was, as every human would be, pleased by the vote of confidence. However, sense soon filled my head thinking how stupid some men can be, usually the younger ones.
So the Cougars-In-Chat or CIC got underway. When us matured women get down to talking about the younger male conquests.
Tack my dear fellows. Tact!
I'd never recommend for a man to say to another woman how awesome any previous lover was. I mean when you know her better, and teasing and fooling around is the norm in your relationship, then that's fine. Otherwise, it's a recipe for a dish I like to call 'No More Sex For You'.
But Claire and her new beau only hit it off about two weeks ago!
Fortunately for me, Claire was bigger than that. Instead, she was curious for me to report on my experience with Bryan, who is a 29-year old banker, by the way.
Unless he is one to note down, I find it hard remembering a man's bed skills, let alone what he looks like. Okay, I'm a bitch - sue me!
So anyway, after some serious deep diving into my memory bank, I started to retrieve some visual recollections of Bryan - and it was not all good I'll tell you.
Let's focus first on the good parts, shall we. I'll try to be kind since he said I was an awesome fuck. See we MILFs do have a heart.
He was good-looking for sure, tall, toned, spoke well and drove a super sports car. Oh and he always wore impeccably polished shoes.
Okay, okay - what about his bed skills, you're asking?
He had nice arms and a tight butt (and I'm getting very close to the end). Oral sex skills were not too bad but nothing to shout about.
Now the bad.
He was a terrible kisser! At times I felt I was opening my mouth under a shower.
He had a small dick and tiny nuts. One could argue that 6 plus inches was about average but hell, with a 6ft 4in frame, all you have to offer was 6 bloody inches? I felt shortchanged really.
Of course I told Claire about it - something she expected from me since I never minced my words.
Her response: "Yeah, he is a little on the small side, isn't he?"
I smiled and nodded.
She added: "And he doesn't cum that much does he?"
At that point we were at dessert and she decided to order a banana split. As the waitress came around she asked politely, "Can I have an extra banana?"
She looked at me and we both laughed. Yet another fruitful CIC came to an end after she declared - "I'll just see how long it lasts and try to make the most of it."
Missus Singapore out!
