I’ve always been turned on by age play. Whether a man is much older than me, or much younger (legal of course), the sex based on their respective life experience adds an extra layer of taboo that drives me wild.
In my 20s, I worked as a waitress or bartender. There was no shortage of older men that’d shoot their shot at a young, thick, big titted latina like me when I served them drinks. I knew how to work the bar and flirt to maximize my tips, but I’d never gone home with anyone or dated a customer.
That was until I met Damon. A software salesman in his mid-50s, I noted that Damon was a couple years older than my Dad. He had beautiful green eyes and thick, full lips surrounded by a well kempt silverfox beard. His head was shaved and he had a natural tan from his long jogs outdoors. His slim runners build looked trim in his suit, and his deep voice would make my knees weak when he’d address me.