My [f]irst time with a [m]an 9 years older than me!

So.

I am 21 years old. Imagine a dorky Chicana with glasses who likes to be outdoors and art. Not particularly ugly or gorgeous. Others have placed me at a solid 8 with an hourglass shape, thick legs and buttocks, big face, big laughter. My stature is smaller at 5'4" and is counterweighted by my voracious sexual appetite. Historically, my partners have struggled to keep pace with my wants. Twice or three times a day is ideal for me–when someone is my significant lover, they are mine. I am struggling to learn to love non-possessively but when I find someone I want to share a part of my life with, I want all of them. I will kiss you all over, bite you, hold you to my chest, massage you until you fall asleep, listen to all of your troubles and give you unconditional affection, support, and hopefully happiness. My love is romantic and deep.

This past summer my boyfriend and I separated for a time. He hurt me and was not willing to work on this problem, he preferred to ignore it and hope that it went away. My heart could not take his lack of communication so I broke it off and said that I would be with him only if he agreed to be emotionally aware of his mistakes and actively put in work. A relationship that lasts isn’t just a fire that disappears after a strong wind or rain. It must be tended, rebuilt, cared for, fed, and so on.

As soon as I uttered those words, all of the men around me seemed to have sensed my singularity. I went to a party with this boy, went to his house, let him try to seduce me after drinking gin and tonics. He leaned in, held me tight, tugged my hair gently. My name tumbled out of his mouth as I straddled him. He quickly pulled down his pants, eager, frantic—a total turn off. My mind was immediately disengaged. I quickly grabbed the shirt he has discarded earlier, tied his hands together (his excitement was prominent haha) and ran away. I tell you this so you have a sense of the things I like–I want the highest tension possible, longing, intense desire so that when I get you to myself, I can make you explode.

A series of other men slide in and out of the picture briefly–none of which I has sex with. I bought my first dildo during this time, my desire was getting the best of me. Since I first had sex I have never gone longer than 2 months without it but I was not willing to let myself be casual with someone I didn’t know. Cue Noah.

Noah is about six foot, dark, longish curly hair, broad shouldered with a thin, muscled body. His eyes are dark, his brow strong and resembles a more attractive Severus Snape. Noah and I have been friends all this time. We have danced together, made beer together, have had generally great interactions. He is very thoughtful, empathetic, kind and patient. A master of all things mindful and political, he is unlike anyone I have ever met growing up in the barrio. I thought about a time when I came back from a party drunk with my housemates. He was sitting at the kitchen table when we flooded in and without thinking, I sat myself in his lap. I felt his whole body go rigid and in my drunken stupor, I remember myself internally begging him to get hard so that I could feel him pressed up against me, under my short skirt.

Interesting. I decided then maybe he would be the person I could finally experience, casual, non romantic but fun sex with. Fast forward two weeks of me actively spending time with him. One night, we laid on my bed, above the covers in our jammies. He was wearing a white tee and athletic pants, I am wearing my oversized shirt and we are listening to Sharon Jones. I stared up hard at the ceiling, willing myself to focus on Mrs.Jones sultry voice but found myself breathing hard. I am intimidated for the first time in my life. I have always had crushes on older men, fantasized about that older male figure making me his, pressing me into any surface at a given moment, giving me orders, a reassuring pat on my head as I swallow all of him. The thought makes me squeeze my knees together and screw my eyes shut. I am soaked. I never wear khaki pants because of this—I usually end up with a big wet spot. I can feel tension between us build, I think he can smell me.

He suddenly gripped my hand and I glanced over. His eyes were closed and his cock was standing at full attention. I could make out a thick head through the black satiny fabric, precum already pooling. “Fuck.”

I grabbed his hands and placed them on my chest. He pressed himself against my ass, pinched and tweaked my already mind-numbingly sensitive nipples through my shirt with such skill that left me helpless. I felt a hot mouth on my neck and his hard on rub against the sticky fabric of my panties. “I don’t want you inside me yet.” I hissed. He growled into my shoulder, kissed me cheek and nodded.

“Let me taste you, at least.” That was the first time I came from oral sex alone. I didn’t let him inside me. We kissed goodnight after he made me cum and slept in our separate beds.

The next day, two friends and I went to his dinky little office. We had all just gotten smoothies and went to visit Noah. I was wearing a black skirt with black knee-highs and a black sweater to match. We walked in and I saw Noah stiffen. Our two friends left me behind and I stood in Noah’s office as he sat in his chair. His hands were folded and he laughed nervously. I straddled him and we kissed hard, frantic, he was already so hard as he lifted me onto his desk and kissed down my neck. He buried his face between his legs and breathed in. I have never had someone be so eager, so fucking dirty like him. “You smell so fucking good, already so wet…”

He slipped a finger in me. He moaned almost as loudly as I did, it had been too long for myself and I guess for him. He fingered me until I came on him and I immediately released his hard dick from his jeans. I paused to look up at him, on my knees now. His eyes were begging me to continue. I went all the way down on his cock, savoring the thick head and sliding the full 7 or so inches in my throat. Up and down, up and down for a bit and then I pulled him out of my mouth slowly. Noah shuddered. His gaze made me feel powerful, excited. “You are going to cum in my mouth,” I said. He nodded eagerly and with a few sucks, did as he was told.

He was still incredibly hard, twitching as I pulled him out of my throat. More frantic kissing and suddenly he bent me over his desk. A wave of arousal coursed through me, my fantasies flashed through my mind. I reached behind myself and pulled my black and white panties aside, “Rub against me, please.”

My eyes lolled back when I felt his slick head rub against my dripping slit. I moaned hard and hid my face in my hands. Noah slide himself up and down, groaning loudly, calling me his baby girl, slapping my ass to coax more noises out of me. I couldn’t take it anymore and slammed myself into him. A cry burst out of my mouth and I gripped the desk. I hadn’t felt something so deep in so long and it felt incredible–hot iron pooling in my stomach as I bit down on my sweater’s collar. I bounced on him fast, begging for more loudly. Noah pounded me as hard as he could, choking me and growling as he gripped my ass for leverage. I cried his name as I grew nearer to feeling my knees give out, so he reached around and stroked my clit until I came hard on him. He pulled out, guided me down so that I could lick his cock and make him cum on me.

We paused in the dark, panting hard, looking at eachother for a long while.

“I think we just made an amateur porno…”

“I’d make one again.”

tldr: YEAHHH wow 30 year olds know how to fuck and make a girl feel fantastic. 10 out of 10 would do again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3yd9bt/my_first_time_with_a_man_9_years_older_than_me