In my (60F) former life, in my 20s, long before I was married with kids, I shared a flat with my friend and colleague Jacqui. I had a couple of long relationships before I turned 30, but in between I’d go months without sex although I’d think about it *a lot* (I still do, which explains why I’m here). I was a bit shy, I lacked confidence sexually and wouldn’t really approach men, and I think my demeanour was such that even if men did approach me, it would often lead nowhere. However, something changed in me after one particular evening when I was about 28 years old. This is what happened.
In the run up to Christmas, Jacqui and I joined several co-workers on a night out, drinking and dancing into the early hours, after which 15 or so people came back to our flat. Throughout the evening Jacqui had been flirting with a guy she’d had designs on for months, and now we were home, without anybody noticing they’d disappeared off to her bedroom. As the party wound down, most people had gone home until there was just one guy left, a guy called Rob, a friend of a colleague and not somebody I’d met before that evening, who lived out of town. He was really nice and very handsome. I knew he was a long way from home, so when I said I was going to bed I suggested he could sleep on the sofa. He was glad of the offer, so I found some bedding for him, said goodnight and went to my room.
As I closed the door, I was cross with myself because here I was, all dressed up, not been laid for months and desperate for sex, with a gorgeous guy just next door. What a wasted opportunity! It was then that I realised I could hear sex noises from Jacqui’s bedroom through the wall. The sound of her having sex triggered something in me. I wanted that for myself. I felt myself becoming incredibly aroused, so much so that I pushed through my nerves and decided to go back to the living room. I walked through the room to the kitchen to get a glass of water, apologising to Rob for disturbing him and asked if he was comfortable. He said that he was, thanks. I moved back to my bedroom door, looked back and said that if he liked he could join me in my bed, it’s big enough for two. At that, I went into my room and let the door close.
I stood against my dressing table, mirror in front of me. I smiled at myself as my heart pounded in my chest. I’d actually done it, and it felt good. Whether he comes through that door or not, I was pleased with myself for putting it out there, despite the fact I was shaking with nerves. A minute or two later, there was a quiet knock on the door, and Rob came in. I remained at the dressing table and watched in the mirror as he approached me from behind. He was wearing a tshirt and boxers, which was a contrast to me as I was still fully dressed in my eveningwear. He put his hands on my waist, then moved my hair aside and began to kiss my neck. Electricity flowed through my body.
I’m not going to indulge much in detailing the sex scene, as I find it corny to read myself when others do it, but tldr version is as follows: My god he was good. After I’d found a condom in my drawer, he took me from behind against the dresser without removing my clothes, just my tights and underwear pulled down to my thighs. I came for the first time this way. I don’t always come during piv sex but he was hitting me in the perfect spot over and over again. He then stripped me off, pushed me onto the bed and continued fucking me until he finished. We laid in bed for half and hour, laughing at what had happened and actually getting to know each other a little, before he started kissing me down my body until he reached my pussy. He ate me out and fingered me until I saw stars and came again. As I regained my senses, he was kneeling up stroking his erection. We had no more condoms, so I adjusted myself to meet him with my mouth, and gave him a blowjob until he finished messily on me and the bed.
From that night onwards, I would take more chances, I would approach men and be more approachable, and I had several years of a much more exciting sex life before I met the man I would marry and settle down with. At 60, I’m happy and fulfilled in most ways, but I wouldn’t mind a time travelling holiday back in those years, you know?
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uosetn/one_night_long_ago_mf