The Prowling Cougar

Tera had a reputation in her San Francisco neighborhood for being one of the many town cougars. She eyes just about any young man who passes by her wherever she goes. She makes sure they know she was watching them, normally with a subtle display of her goods, and the moment they come over to approach was the moment she catches them for some very good times in her penthouse apartment, or various other unconventional places where she gets to scratch her itch. She could no longer count how many adventures she has had over the years, and she simply couldn't care less. Every day of the week was another hunt for the next young stud to eat up for as long as she could keep them.

The morning of today marked one of these days. She had gotten herself gussied up and dressed for a summer day in a sexy yellow tube dress that tightly hugged her figure, with a comfortable pair of black heels to complete the look. Her hair was made up into her signature long classic curls, ears, neck and wrists accessorized in expensive gold jewelry. Today might seem as if she was spending her day outside to do some window shopping, or going out to her favorite cafe for her usual latte, but like any other day when she decides to dress up, she was on the prowl for fresh meat to pound her wet and willing holes all day long. She walked in a calm feminine sway down one of the Market St. sidewalks, patiently looking for potential prey while posing as just another upscale pedestrian commuting alongside the masses. Many eyes were turning to ogle her perfect proportions as she passes them by. Her model like outward display was that of a woman of upper class, but underneath was a near insatiable slut waiting to be unleashed.