Here’s the story of how I slept with a much, much older man. Messed up? Probably but…read the story and tell me.
In 2020 I started University. I was 18. But instead of meeting new people, we get a few weeks of uni and then remote learning and lockdowns and all the rest of it. I’m more of a shy and introverted type but it was still disappointing.
Bored and now also lonely, with no job to go to anymore either, I start getting on chat apps to pass the time. I ended up having a really good conversation one night with a guy a couple of suburbs over who was a retired lawyer (I’m studying law). He was 74 but that didn’t matter, it was just a chat.
Lockdown goes on and on, and we keep chatting. Exchange photos, he’s surprisingly good looking, has taken care of himself and still cycles most days.
One Saturday night in mid June, I’m home by myself (my mum is still able to work) and it’s cold. Kent – the older guy – has a spa. It’s hot in there, and he’s jokingly teasing me about being cold. I joke back that if he was a gentleman he wouldn’t let a girl be cold on a winter’s night.
So he invites me over. Haha, funny guy.
“No I’m serious. I’m in the spa, it’s lovely and warm, I’ve got red wine here, it’s lovely. I don’t normally do this but join me.”
Now I don’t know what to do. We’re not really supposed to go visiting. I don’t really know this guy. Aaaand I’ve already had a couple of drinks at home and maybe there’s been some chemistry and he’s handsome and…no I’m not going to sleep with him, he’s a friend, go have a drink with him girl, it’ll be fine. Such denial.
So I head over there. His place is a really nice apartment building. He answers the door in a bathrobe which surprised me at first but…of course, he’s been in the spa.
I get changed into a bikini that isn’t super revealing, and I’m a little chubby so I’m self conscious about my body. But when I walk out to the spa, he looks up at me with this look and I just know he likes what he sees.
Once in the spa there’s definitely chemistry. We’re a lot alike, and the conversation is good. And he’s handsome in an older man way. I…yeah, I kind of want to fuck him. Maybe it’s the wine.
We’re sitting pretty close in the spa and his hands have wandered once or twice, testing what he can get away with. I decide to answer that question by leaning across him to put my wine glass down, making sure my boobs are right in his sight. Then I look at him and tell him I caught him looking :)
He looked a little embarrassed but he’s worked me out at this point. Benefit of experience I guess, younger guys have no clue. I lean in and we kiss and his hand moves to undo my bikini top. I have an OMG moment where I realise my 18 year old, (and bigger than average, because I know you’re wondering) boobs are in a 74 year old man’s face, and I like it.
Like the sex, the buildup to the story is the hottest part. He suggests we head for the bedroom and I’ve stopped pretending not to want to :) He laid me down on his bed and kneeled down in front of me and…OMG. The man has forgotten nothing about eating pussy. It’s incredible – best I’ve ever had.
It’s not long before I’m riding him, with another OMG moment when I realise a 74 year old cock is entering me. I wonder how many other pussies he’s slid into, and I kind of like joining that long line. He’s loving my teenage tits in his face and just can’t stop playing with them :)
He doesn’t have any condoms – he’d told me a while ago he hadn’t had sex in years – but he assures me he’s had the snip and so pretty soon there’s a 74 year old’s hot load in my 18 year old vagina. But not before I came. Holy fuck, I came – just once, but I hadn’t been fucked for like six months at this point sooo…it was good.
That wasn’t our only time. I’m 20 now and we don’t see each other anymore, but I’ll never forget it. It might have been messed up but it was just what I needed at the time.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/u8mydv/mf_i_had_amazing_sex_with_a_much_much_older_man
Loved reading this and it brought back some great university memories of my own! 😇
When you’re young, looking at the older man, the age difference can be a mountain. But when you’re older, your brain, at some age, stops thinking that you’re getting older, and younger women don’t seem so much younger. I’ve been your age, I remember it well. You’re mature, I’m mature. You’re an adult, I’m an adult. We’re all in the same category. So the age difference is less of a mountain, more like a little hill.