[MF] Paul (M41) and I (F19) – Part 2

Paul and I met quite a few times in secret over the years. Our families never found out and we agreed to end things after he met the woman who would later become his wife. Things ended amicably and he’ll still throw me a wink from across the room when we’re at a family gathering. He’ll definitely always have a place in my heart as the first in my string of older men over the next 12 years after. I thought I might share one of my favorite times with him.

It was early morning on a Saturday and the dorm hallways were quiet. Most of the students were sleeping in to recover from their hangovers. I had gone out but decided not to drink or stay out too late. I had a date I was excited about and didn’t want to be groggy for. My roommate had left for the weekend so I had the place to myself. I was showered, shaved, and smelled of pink berry soap. A few minutes after I finished getting dressed, my phone pinged, my date was here.

[MF] My (18F) first older man (40M)

Paul was an experience that would help shape my sexual desires for the rest of my life. From the time I could understand and appreciate sex, I began to feel a desire for a particular man 22 years my senior. Paul was a friend of my parents, a police officer, and a package of candy for my teenage heart. He would give me a seductive smile and wink at me when we saw each other at family gatherings. Eventually I noticed that his gaze would linger a bit too long on my body, especially at the summer pool parties. I would always make sure to smile back sweetly and bite my lip, something he told me later on always drove him wild. Neither of us ever spoke a word about it at the time and our conversations were always polite and appropriate. Looking back on it now I think we both had a silent agreement that we had to wait until I was 18. And 18 was when it all changed. I had a tiny waist, D tits, and a small perky ass. And every inch of me had been waiting for him to touch me.