Veronica

For the first time Veronica Mitchell wanted to have sex with a young man before flattening him in a boxing match. When she saw Dave, a sharp thrill pierced Veronica. She talked to him for awhile at the gym and decided that, as much as she liked the young school teacher, she would follow her standard procedure: boxing victory first, then get laid.
Dave wanted to fight the 45 year old, red haired divorcee maybe more than he wanted to fuck her and Dave was aching to have sex with Veronica. She read both desires in Dave from the way he looked at her 36DD chest and powerful gams. Younger women would waste time leading on a boy who displayed that much yearning, but Veronica had learned the benefits that appreciating male horiness provided.

In the ring Veronica wore a tight, white athletic bra and dark blue foxy boxing trunks, intended to distract Dave. Walking languidly toward her opponent, who stood in the center of the ring, Veronica knew her ploy worked completely. Dave's blue eyes were fixed yearningly on her body and his boxing gloves, crossed self-consciously in front of his trunks, clearly shielded an erection.
"Hi Dave," Veronica purred, her eyes sharpening on him. "You know the rules, I assume?"
Veronica shifted her hips to provide Dave a fuller view of her bare legs.
"We box to a knockout," Dave answered absently. Veronica spoke with a sweet, mocking surprise: "Good boy...."
The pair were close enough to embrace, Veronica's rigid nipples brushing back and forth gently on Dave's shirtless chest. A kiss consumed them for a moment. Veronica felt fingers slip under the waistband of her trunks and glide caressingly down to her pussy.
Veronica's mouth fell open quietly as Dave stroked her vagina, until he found her clit.
"Dave...oh...you...ca..n't..."
Pleasure soared through her body.
BAP!!
Veronica's right fist impacted Dave's chin. He let out a sharp "Uuuufff!"
Multi-colored stars were dancing in Dave's eyes when Veronica called his name. He was seated in his corner where an affectionate Veronica was lacing up his boxing gloves.
"Trying to tire me out, honey stick?" Veronica asked as Dave wondered aloud what had happened. "Give Veronica a few orgasms so her timing will be off in the ring?"
Dave shook his vision clear. Clutching the ropes, he pulled himself up. "I'm ready!" he declared with slight unsteadiness.
"From the moment you saw me, Dave," Veronica said, strutting back to her corner.

When the buzzer screeched, Veronica strode out at Dave intently, the elbow of her right arm arching back.
Dave saw Veronica's face, beautiful and intent...
BAM!!!
Dave landed on on his back, stretched out on the canvas before Veronica. She looked adoringly at the slumbering young man who smiled at the erotic dreams flickering in his brain.

Dave spent the weekend after their short bout at Veronica's summer house, a prize from her divorce. They fucked until Veronica passed into satisfied slumber and Dave into exhausted contentment, his face resting between Veronica's yielding breasts.
Dave dreamt he was a mountain lion. He had just finished mating with an older she cat. As he rose to leave the conjugal cave, the she cat roared her objection. Dave asserted his freedom. The cries filled the wilderness until the she-cat felt a cold panic when Dave turned to leave. She slapped her paw down on Dave's tail.
When he turned back, the she-cat's fore paw smacked the male's jaw. The lights went out in his head and he flopped on his side unconscious.
As she had done to so many of her baby cubs, the she-cat maternally clasped the scruff of Dave's neck with her jaws and gently hauled him into the cave. He would give her many cubs.

Dave waited a few months before he fought Veronica again. He knew she would begin taking him for granted at some point. In the meantime, Veronica was fucking him so hard he was often to drained to speak. A few of the gym's twenty-something girls, that hated Veronica as a boyfriend poacher, came on to Dave, giving him easy access to blonds that would have been more trouble to bed down otherwise. And Dave finally admitted to himself that he was growing to like Veronica as more than a "fuck buddy," as he often heard other guys in the gym talk about their flings.
"Want to try again?" Veronica said as they touched gloves.
"I do," Dave said with an assurance of a groom at the altar that left Veronica uneasy. But when she looked at his cock, she got a thrilling rush that almost made her dizzy. He likes pussy too much, Veronica decided to herself as she felt a nudge at her shoulder.
When she turned, Dave's fist pounded her jaw.
Veronica staggered against the ropes, the the entire gym bouncing in thousands of directions at once. Dave's follow up right hook put Veronica on the canvas. Her eyes opened and closed rapidly as she felt that thrilling rush very briefly. Then her body relaxed and she was out cold against the ropes.
Dave counted her out and lifted Veronica in his arms. The unconscious cougar let out a soft purr and her face nestled on Dave's shoulder.