Coffee with Ms. Harshwhinny, by Anon

Wouldn't you love to spend a cold autumn morning conversating over coffee with this middle-aged cutie?

>You're just chatting about your lives in the corner booth semi-crowded cafe, with Harshwhinny doing most of the talking, of course.
>She mentions one of her ex-husbands, and starts going on about some of the kinky things they would do, just for the thrill of it.
>The kind of things that give you an instaboner.
>Kinky things like domination, and flashing... and getting each other off in public.
>She stealthily glances this way and that, before leaning back in her chair.
>Before you can ask what she's doing, you feel the unmistakable pressure of her rear hoof against your erect member.
>You're too afraid to look down as Harshwhinny begins firmly massaging your pants-bound dick, for fear of tipping off the other customers to the goings-on under the table.
>The well-dressed mare maintains eye contact with you throughout all of this, her lightly-shadowed lids halfway descended, and a smug little grin adorning her lips.
>The public setting, coupled with Harshwhinny's skill with a hoof, is too much for you to bear, and you quickly approach your climax.
>But she recognizes the signs, and quickly draws her hoof away.
>You're about to ask her why, but she disappears beneath the table before you can say anything.
>A hoof appears at your crotch once again, but this time it's accompanied by a head.
>Said hoof quickly unzips your pants, releasing your penis from it's cloth-bound torment.
>Harshwhinny quickly and expertly guides your member into her mouth, encompassing its length with her warm and inviting entrance.
>You were so close to the edge that the merest contact with her tongue was almost enough to set you off.
>Needless to say, you barely last more than a few seconds under her ministrations.
>Harshwhinny keeps her mouth tightly clamped around you, making sure to catch every last drop of your seed.

>A moment later, she releases her grip, and quickly reappears at her side of the table.
>The brown beauty takes a sip of coffee, and picks up her story where she left off.
>Something about being in a Marexican jail, you believe.
>You're not really paying attention at that point, the assault on your penis having numbed you somewhat.
>All you can think about is the fact that this mare just gave you a hoofjob, followed by a blowjob, in public, and didn't even bat an eye.
>This mare is most definitely someone you want to stick around with.
>Here's hoping you can keep up.

Harshwhinny is best cougar, people. Hands down.

[spoiler]I was originally writing this thing to be a sweet little thing where Anon is talking to Harswhinny, who's acting like a cute young mare while reminiscing about her life, and thinking about a future with Anon. It's amazing how a boner can change the fate of a story like that.[/spoiler]