This initial post will be backstory for buildup purposes – I will link additional posts as I create them
My days are usually less than luxurious for various reasons, so when I get the chance to put on makeup, style my hair and shimmy into a flattering outfit, I really enjoy it. I like looking as sexy and as confident as I feel the majority of the time. And yes: I typically enjoy the attention that I get along with it, especially as I have recently been attracting some hot men in their mid to late 20’s. Being at the top end of my 30’s and noticing more greys and fine lines every month, it feels nice to still be able to turn heads in a younger demographic.
Which brings me to the first time I met “Josh”.
It had been a typical busy week, and by Wednesday night I was already feeling the need to hit my favorite local pub for a beer and some conversation with the regulars. I am not a regular myself, but I’m open and friendly and will chat with anyone who is receptive. So when an attractive young man took a seat next to me at the bar and said hello with a smile, I was happy to strike up a conversation. Everything he did made me feel like the center of his attention; from angling his entire body towards me and leaning in close, to holding eye contact while we talked almost non-stop for two solid hours. As we laughed and discussed everything from mundane daily life to dream travel destinations, I noticed two things: 1) he was very emotionally mature for his 26 years (though at 12 years his senior, it did make me feel like a cougar), and 2) he had beautiful pale blue eyes. At the end of the night, I asked him for his number to meet up for a beer again sometime.
We met about a week later. He was once again very respectful, listened to me with interest, and was quietly confident in a way that had me dying to see if I could make him lose his composure. Over the course of the evening, I subtly increased my flirting, and was giddy to discover that the light blue of his eyes made it very obvious when his pupils dilated in response to me biting my lip while smiling or leaning forward on my arms to press my cleavage just a tiny bit farther out of my shirt.
At the end of the evening, he walked me out to my car. Leaning up against my door, I looked up at him with a little smirk and winked. He got the message and put his hands on my hips, pulled me to him and gently began teasing me with light kisses. He was very good at it. I pressed myself harder against him, noticing that his clothing hid a strong chest and stomach. Curious, I ran my hands up his arms as I nibbled on his lip – his arms were big and solid as well. It was then I realized that his whole body was shaking, though he was being extremely gentle and deliberate with his touch. The sense of being so desired was intoxicating and heady – it was with great difficulty that I pulled away and told him I needed to head home. By the time I walked in the door, I had a message asking if I was free on Monday night…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xu9q0v/seducing_a_nice_young_gentleman_fm_part_one
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