Today’s submission is an anonymous sex fantasy from a very cute young MILF who calls herself CosmoGirl. She tells us all about her fantasy of finding a mysterious stranger for one uninhibited night of bliss.

I’ve always imagined what it would be like to meet a stranger, not know a thing about him or her, even, take them home, have one night full of pure ecstasy and than never see them again. I’ve just never had the courage to do it.

Until last night.

I decided that enough was enough. You only live this one life and I wanted to do everything I had ever imagined I couldn’t! So I put on my sexiest dress: strapless, all black, low cut but not so low cut that I looked like I was trying too hard. I put on some red lipstick, curled my hair so it framed my light pale skin just right, no eye shadow. No blush. No cover up. A little eye liner and a smudge of mascara. I think I looked rather stunning.

I slipped on some red wedges, grabbed my clutch and left.

I walked about 2 blocks to the local bar, drank a few screwdrivers than realized and eye balled all my potential late night dates. There wasn’t much to look at unfortunately, but than I realized, this was a good thing. I re-analyzed what I wanted. A one night stand, with a unknown stranger. Simple as that.

I wasn’t going to find a STRANGER in the local bar! I had to go some where I’d never been before to meet someone I’ve never met before! I grabbed my clutch and walked down the street until I ran into a parked cab. Already feeling a little buzzed, I knocked on the car window and asked him if he was working. I think he could smell the alcohol so he told me to hop in. I crawled into the back seat and told him to take me down town and to stop at the first bar he saw.

He looked at me through the rearview mirror, looking puzzled, but he drove.

We sat in silence for about five minutes and than he started asking questions. He looked at me slightly through the rearview mirror again as he spoke, “So, what are you up to tonight? All dressed up, got a party or something?” I told him no and I guess I just started rambling on about how much I’ve always wanted to meet up with a stranger, have one night of pure fun and leave it at that.

He looked at me like I was crazy, but I could tell he was intrigued. He asked me why. My response: “Why Not”

He looked at me again, than we sat in silence for a few more minutes. “You are a very gorgeous young women, any man would be lucky to keep you and a damn fool to make love to you, then leave.” he said almost at a whisper. I looked back at him in the mirror, slighty smiled, and said “Yes, well, that may be true, but what I want is just one night full of fun, that’s it.”

We sat in silence until we ran into a bar. He pulled over to the side of the road and let me out. 

After I walked into the bar, I had realized he didn’t ask me to pay! I ran back out to give him the cash I had in my purse, but he was gone, so I walked back into the bar, still thinking of the cab driver. I sat down at the bar and ordered a margarita, than another and another.

At this point I was drunk, horny, still thinking of the cab driver and wanting to find someone to take home, or at least to the bathroom. Or a hotel. Something. I looked around the bar and only saw a few people that really striked my interest. There was a strikingly beautiful woman in the corner, she wasn’t alone though. There was a man who looked a little mysterious, something I might go for. Than there was another woman: a plain jane type, but more of an “I’m beautiful without nice clothes and make up” kind of girl. 

I mustered up the courage to go over and sit down next to her. I, of course, brought a drink along. Dirty martini, wasn’t sure if that was what she was drinking, but thought it couldn’t hurt. I sat down. Not introducing myself because that would break the “Stranger” aspect of my fantasy. She looked at me, didn’t say anything, picked up the drink I brought over and drank the whole thing. 

She smiled. We didn’t talk. Not a word.

We sat there smiling, silently flirting, even a few leg grazes here and there.

It was approaching 2am, the bar was closing and I wasn’t sure if my fantasy was going to happen. To my surprise, she grabbed my hand and we left the bar together.

We caught the first cab we saw. 

As we hopped in I noticed it was the same driver who dropped me off. I hadn’t thought about him since I met her, but now my mind was going a million miles a minute. Had he waited for me? Was he mad that I didn’t pay? Why was he still on this side of town? As my mind raced, I realized the girl had passed out and had her face up against the window.

“So we meet again” he said quietly with a slight smirk. “How was the rest of your evening?”

I sat there kinda quiet than said “Great, I couldn’t stop thinking about you” I wasn’t sure why I had blurted that out, but I instantly regretted it and felt embarrassed. This time, instead of looking at me through the mirror, he turned his head and looked right at me. I could feel my face turning red as I looked down at my feet.

The next thing I knew, the car had stopped and he had gotten out.

He came to the driver side back seat where the girl had been laying, he picked her up and carried her to the door. Knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer. A lady answered the door, took the girl inside and said a silent thank you to the driver. Apparently he drove her around quite a lot.

Than he came over to my side of the car, opened my door and told me to slide over.

I did as he asked.

He wasted no time. He kissed me, right on my wet, red lips. Gently at first, I guess to see how I would react. I wanted this. I wanted him. All of him. I slowly started to kiss him back. Getting more aggressive with each kiss. I made the first move. I slowly put my hands down over his cock, just to see what he would do. It was already hardening up, and it felt so good underneath my hands. I took everything inside me to not rip off all my clothes, rip off all his clothes and straddle him.

He kissed my neck. I kissed his lips.

He put his hands on my back, fishing for the zipper of my dress. When he found it, he unzipped it slowly. It fell down and my breasts where exposed. He sat back slightly to get a better view. He smiled. I smiled back. I wasn’t really sure why he wasn’t already fucking me. He moved closer and kissed me again. 

I started unbuttoning his shirt. When his chest was exposed, I slipped his shirt off and pushed him back toward the door. I lightly climbed on top of him and started kissing his chest, his neck, his lips, all the way down to the top of his pants. I could feel his body quivering. I unbuttoned his pants. Unzipped them. Then pulled them off completely. His cock jumped right up. I could see the outline of it underneath his shorts.

I gently put my mouth up against it. I could feel it pulsing. Making me hornier and hornier.

Then he took the lead. He grabbed my arms, pushed me up against the door, then pulled my legs out from underneath me. I was flat on my back. He pulled my dress all the way off. Then my silky undies.
I wasn’t wearing a bra. I was laying there, completely naked. Pussy swollen from excitement. Ready to have my pure ecstasy.

He came up to my face, kissed me and then he kissed me all the way down to my clit. He started licking my juices up. His face was rugged and it turned me on even more. I could feel myself about to reach climax, than he stopped.

He than came back up to my face and kissed my neck. I moaned as he slid his throbbing hard cock deep inside me. He was gentle and went slow. It was the best thing I’ve ever felt. I had never experienced anything like it before. I could feel every little move he made. He hit me in all the right spots and thrusted until the very last moan.

I orgasmed harder than I ever had before and didn’t want it to end.

As he stopped, he laid on top of my for a few minutes, gasping for every last breath he could.  He kissed me again. Didn’t say anything. Got out, started the cab and drove me to the cross street he picked me up at. I got out and walked home. Without even looking back at him. As much as I wanted to invite him to my place. And have breakfast with him and lunch and even dinner, I couldn’t. It wouldn’t have fit into my fantasy.

I never did see him again.