Going back about 13 years now before the term 'Cougar' existed, I always considered Jenny to be my Mrs Robinson. If Mrs Robinson was kinky that is. Of course the ages did not quite pan out either, she was only 30, but as I was 24, she certainly seemed old!! We worked together, but met on a business trip (okay it was a Jolly!) to Barcelona. I was the youngest on the trip and there on merit so I was pretty cocky and self assured. Of course this all fell apart when the drinking started though and my innocence clearly came through amongst these more seasoned partiers! Just as I was in danger of becoming a drunken burden, Jenny stepped in a ordered me a coke and helped guide me to pacing myself. It was only 10 pm and the group were heading on to a club. Jenny intervened and much to everyone else's relief she offered to take me back to the hotel. I was very embarrassed as we rode in the cab and it was not till much later that everyone knew she would not be out late – but she kept that quiet allowing her to play on my guilt for a while. We fumbled into my room and I slumped on the sofa, “Oh dear,” she said, “you are in a bad shape” and she moved over to help me upright. “Okay,” she continued, “if you promise not to call me 'mum' or 'nanny' I will help you get changed and into bed.” “Deal,” I mumbled back, at least I think that is what came out of my mouth! A little while later, my eyes snapped open with a start and I was soothed by Jenny's voice, “It's okay Harry,” she said gently, “you just dozed off is all! But you are in ned now in your pyjamas.” “But I don't have pyjamas!” I replied and she laughed, “Well at least you can talk now... it is okay, I sorted out some make shift ones.” “Thanks,” I said and then added remembering how drunk I was/had been, “and sorry I ruined your night!” “Don't worry about that for now,” she said, “not in the least because the night is still young!” “Oh!?” I answered sleepily. “Yes,” she carried on and she let out a long breath, “you can turn this ruined night around for me most easily..... so will you?” “Sure,” I said sincerely thinking we would go downstairs to the bar or something and as I turned to look at her, I realised that I couldn't! I flexed my body, but only my shoulders lifted off the bed. My feet rose and I was shocked to see them tied together at the ankles and to my horror, as my legs raised, a silky hem slid down revealing my legs! “What!” was all I could muster to say and heard Jenny giggle. I strained up and saw that I was wearing some kind of light pink nighty and beneath that, lacy black knickers. My mind raced and it occurred to me later that my first reaction was, 'shit, this woman has seen my cock!' before it was, 'shit I am in woman's clothes and tied up!' Clearly my panic showed as Jenny spoke up, still fighting back more mischievous laughter, “It's okay,” she began, “You are safe, I just wanted some fun and I was not sure you would understand.....” she appeared above, still dressed, her face above mine, “I mean, you said that I could have some fun right, that you would make it up to me?” She smiled as she said it and I warmed to it straight away, “Yeah, but...” and she stopped my by placing a finger to my lips, “Please,” she spoke even softer, “just let me?” I looked at her eyes a while and then she repeated the word, “Please?” with another smile. “Okay,” I answered shyly, “but what...?” “Shhh,” and she placed a finger on my lips once more, “Shhh, let me do this bit!” She straddled my legs and I lay in silence, unable to move as she took her weight on her knees. My thoughts leapt instantly to fucking, but although I felt a twitch in my groin, I felt no movement. Resting about a foot above me and upright, she slowly moved her hands to her tits. How had I not notice these before I thought, a firm round cup, she moved both hands round each one in turn, as if showcasing them. The she cupped one fully in her hand and rubbed her other hand fast over the nipple. She moaned out and as I watched, it rose through her blouse material, give her more nipple to rub and making her moan harder. After a little while she switched her hands and moved to her other tit, repeating the same nipple teasing. She was moaning loudly by the time this nipple stood as proud as its partner and I watched her hands intently as they parted company with each other. Her left hand stayed at her bosom while her right hand rode southwards. I realised that her skirt had been pulled up to allow her to get legs either side of me and her hand lifted the hem the last way up and she placed her hand straight to her crotch. From the angle I was watching, I could only observe very subtle movements, but they were enough to make her body sway slightly. I kept my eyes glued there in the hope that I would catch a glimpse of the her snatch, but as if she was teasing me, I caught no such sight. She was groaning and I looked up at her. He eyes were shut and her head back as she played not only between her legs, but also with her now bared chest. A sight that I had never seen, she took each nipple delicately between her forefinger and thumb in turn before twisting it slightly and pulling slowly, but hard. Watching her as I was, I realised that her pussy playing was in time to her nipples pulls and that she was getting louder! She moved up and let her weight drop and then I felt my cock for sure... it was still trapped, but rock hard and she rested her crotch right on it! “Oh God Yes!” she said as I felt heat generated on my as she began to grind herself on me, seemingly going wild now that she could entertain both her nipples at once! Her pace suddenly changed with her thrusting and then her weight dropped to me; I felt her hand plant themselves in my chest as she jacked her pussy on the hard ridge of my cock. Some how she got her palms to take her weight and let her fingers slick over my own nipples. This sensation was amazing and I felt them rise to her attention. “OH GOD” she exclaimed and I thought she would say more, but any words were replaced but sudden sharp gasps and her frantic grinding on me changed to solid, definite pushes onto. Her movements slowed as her volume rose and I felt her legs grasp me as she spasmed on top me, a strange hot, wet sensation seeping over my cock and spreading across the black lace. I opened my mouth to speak, but again the finger kept back words. Her breathing slowly subsided and then she spoke, more hoarse and raspy from her hard breathing, “Oh yes, that is how to start saving my night! Well done Harry!” “Thank you” I said, trying hard not to make it sound like a question. And again, before I could speak further she lifted off and put a hand on my hard cock, “And if you keep it up, then I can't wait to show you what fun is in store for this fella!” She tugged at the top of the bed and with relief my hands fell loose. Jenny stood, picked up her cigarettes and headed to the balcony, “Come and join me,” she invited, “and then we can choose where to go for a drink.” I released my feet and reached to lift off the nighty. Jenny stopped halfway through the door and turned back to me, “oh no,” she said, her curvey figure silhouetted by the evening light, “you are leaving that on...” And so began a night of misadventure and exploration... I look forward to sharing more with you.