One of the most unforgettable encounters I have had was with the 50-something wife of a lawyer in our city. We were put in touch by a mutual acquaintance. She seemed to be playing out this fantasy that I would call ‘Wrong Side of the Tracks’ in complete contrast to what I’m sure is her refined comfortable life in her upper middle class circle. She rented a room at a 2-star motel on the motel strip and told me to meet her there. It is definitely not the Ramada — a little rundown, but clean. Talk about location anxiety — I wondered what I was getting into. When I arrived in the parking lot, she signaled me from the doorway of her room. She left the door ajar and when I reached it she beckoned me to come in. When I entered the room, she was on the bed in skimpy, sheer black panties and camisole — quite attractive actually. Wow, I thought, she doesn’t waste any time! I got comfortable and we shared some wine together. It became clear to me that she had a visitor there before me and she was expecting someone later. Making a day of it I guess. After some brief chat, we found ourselves in a liplock on the bed. She was intent on trying some maneuvers that the lawyer has probably not experienced at home (or he would have spent more time there :eyes). She sure knew what she wanted. And there were no complaints from me. As I reflected on what had occurred, I realized that I’d been ‘cougared’!!! (even though I was not a younger man). I was only with her for about 2 hours, but I think of it often, likely because it was so far off ‘normal’ for both of us.