I was 18 at the time and he was 32. I had recently left my nest and was using my new found freedom to hang out in very adult environments. One afternoon I found myself in such a place and a man approaches me.
Hes tall and lightly tattooed with a buzz cut and glasses. He is not shy about the fact that the age difference between us turns him on, and neither am I. I ask him what he does and he tells me hes a teacher. When I ask where he teaches his answer sets off a fantasy I never thought I’d have the chance to act on. The expression on his face when I tell him I just graduated from that school this past spring is enough for me to start to feel the wettness in my panties.
We talk and flirt for less than an hour before we’re driving to a hotel. The sex we have is playful and incredibly erotic. He manuvers me around effortlessly, slowing me down while he takes his sweet time. I’m so eager and willing, and I’m so aroused I repeatedly and shamelessly beg him for more. Every time I do, he smiles cockily.