Chapter 11: Cougar

Arthur opened the door, expecting an ordinary visitor. Instead, Vanessa stood before him, elegant and impossibly confident, her absurdly tight dress accentuating her striking curves.

Vanessa smiled like the predator she was and stepped forward, in a way that her chest pressed firmly against Arthur’s body.

From that moment on, he had the uncomfortable feeling that Vanessa had him wrapped around her finger.

"Vanessa, hi," he managed, taking a small step back. "Come in. Amanda’s in the kitchen."

"Oh, I can smell that," Vanessa smiled, stepping inside without waiting for a proper invitation. "What is she cooking? It smells incredible."

As the woman stopped inside, it was impossible for Arthur not to stare at her ass, and on the way stretched her tight dress.

"Hey, Vanessa!" Amanda called from the kitchen, peeking her head out. "You’re just in time. There’s plenty of food, sit down."

And just like that, the three of them sat down for an impromptu dinner together.

"Thank you!" Vanessa said with a smile, and pushed a chair to sit on the small table with them. But she made sure to sit as physically close to Arthur as possible.

It was impossible for him to ignore the strong aroma of her perfume. Or to avoid getting glimpses at her bra, and tits every time she leaned in to take food.

Amanda didn’t seem to notice. She was too busy enjoying the company, happy to have someone to share a meal with.

Her big breasts stood proud and perfectly round above her generous cleavage. Arthur tried to look lower, away from the curve of her bust, but the way her narrow waist flared into full hips was somehow even worse.

The dress clung naturally to her body, hugging every curve, making her hips and thick thighs impossibly attractive. He quickly looked up, but her eyes were somehow even more dangerous than her neckline.

"So," Vanessa said between bites, "I’ve been planning something. A little tea party, about a month from now. Just a small get-together with the women who live in this building and Arthur. I think everyone would love it."

Amanda tilted her head. "That sounds lovely. What’s the occasion?"

"No occasion. I just thought it’d be nice for everyone to get to know each other better. Some of the newer tenants barely talk to anyone. And to present them to our big boy."

Vanessa touched Arthur’s chest, her hand clinging to his muscles for a solid minute, before she turned to Amanda with a bright smile.

"And that’s actually why I wanted to ask you something. Would you be interested in preparing the snacks and food for it? I’d pay you, of course."

Amanda’s eyes widened. "Really? You want me to cook for it?"

"Of course! You’re the best cook in this building by a mile, and everyone knows it. Think about it."

Amanda sat up straighter, and Arthur could see the spark of excitement in her expression. She was practically radiating happiness.

"I’d love to," Amanda said, her voice a little too eager. She caught herself and tried to temper her smile. "I mean, yes, I think that would be nice."

"Perfect!" Vanessa clapped her hands together. "Actually, could you do me a favor? Go knock on the doors of the other women in the building and see if they’d be interested. Just a quick heads-up so I can start planning."

"Sure, I can do that right now," Amanda said, already standing up.

"Okay, then don’t worry about the dishes," Vanessa added with a wave of her hand. "Arthur and I will take care of those. Right, Arthur?"

"Uh, yeah, of course," Arthur nodded.

Amanda didn’t even glance back, as she headed for the door. "I’ll be back soon. Don’t break anything."

The door closed behind her, and silence settled over the apartment.

Vanessa stood up first, gathering plates. "Come on, big guy. Dishes won’t wash themselves."

Arthur stood and carried the remaining dishes to the sink. Vanessa was already there, turning on the faucet, steam rising from the warm water.

They worked side by side for a few minutes in comfortable silence. Arthur washed, Vanessa rinsed and dried. It was almost normal, until she started pressing closer.

It was subtle at first. Her hip brushing against his as she reached for a towel. Her arm sliding across his back when she leaned past him to set a plate on the rack.

Then she turned to face him fully, and for a moment, her gaze dropped to his crotch, just for a heartbeat, before snapping back to his eyes.

"You know," Vanessa said casually, not looking at him with a sexy smile, "I could use the help of a strong man like you," she bit her lower lip, "Do you think you could come to my house help me."

Arthur gulped, he was not sure if she meant what he thought, but anyway, Vanessa had money, and he wanted a gig, so the worst case scenario he would get paid.

Arthur blinked. "Oh, um, actually that’d be great. I was going to look for a job anyway."

"Perfect," Vanessa said leaning closer, if it was not for the height difference she would have whispered in his ear. "I will be out of town this week, but as soon as I’m back, I will call you."

"It sounds great," he said.

"Hey," she said, her voice dropping half an octave, "can you grab that mug up there?" She pointed to a high cabinet shelf. "The blue one. I want to use it for my coffee."

Arthur turned to the cabinet and stretched upward. He was tall, but the angle and Vanessa’s presence made it harder.

She had turned back to him, her body standing in between him and the shelf, and her massive fat ass pressed firmly against his bulge.

Arthur’s entire body went rigid. He could feel every inch of her pressed against him, he could clearly feel the softness of her ass cheeks, clutching around his dick.

"Is everything okay?" Vanessa asked, her voice light and innocent. "You stopped reaching for the cup."

"I’m f-fine," Arthur stammered. "Just having a hard... time... reaching it."

Arthur doubted her intention for a second, but then Vanessa began shaking her ass slowly, rubbing it up and down.

"Maybe if you lean forward a little more, and I bend over a bit," Vanessa suggested. "What do you think?"

Vanessa shifted, and now the pressure was unmistakable. Her body was fully molded against his body.

Arthur’s jaw clenched. His knuckles went white on the counter. A wave of heat crashed through him, and then...

It was too late.

He squeezed his eyes shut, breathing hard through his nose, his face burning. He had just come in his pants.

Vanessa stepped away smoothly, as if nothing had occurred. She reached up casually for another mug, and looked at him with innocent eyes.

"Sorry I put you through all that and there was another mug easily reachable." She smiled mischievously. "I really appreciate your very big... heart. You’re so... generous. You know, to offer your help like that."

"It was nothing," Arthur said, stepping closer to her. He was not sure if he should push more, or not.

But he had nothing to worry about, because Vanessa took the lead quickly, pushing him away with a light tap to his chest.

"Unfortunely, I need to leave now, big boy," she bit her lower lip. "And one more thing, I may make things hard for you when you come to help me, so I will be paying in advance, check your bank account. Bye."

Vanessa left rocking her ass at each sensual step. Once Arthus opened his phone, he saw that his bank account was now filled with zeros that shocked him.

Meanwhile, Vanessa entered her luxurious car, and imedtily ebgan rubbing her pussy, she was fucking horny.

Just the thirl of seducing her frind son would make her excited, but she wasn’t expecting Arthus to be that great. By the feel she got, Vanessa could tell he was big, even biger then his father.

There were many girls out there that claimed big was a problem because it could hurt, but Vanessa was not among them. She was a bit of a size queen, and she loved to seduce younger boys.

Even if she rarely went anywhere further than teasing. Her sexy body was not for anyone to touch.

"So, how far should I let him go with me," she wondered, cupping her own breast, and fingering her pussy, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Masturbating out in the open like that was the best.

"Fuck," with a muffuled moan, her whole body trembeled, and she came.