A young Amish (well, formerly Amish, leaving his church) man messaged me and we started talking. It slowly grew into something more risqué as he told me his fears of dating as a young twenties virgin who has never been kissed. He fantasized about having an older woman take control and teach him everything about a woman’s body and sexual pleasure.
I’m a 40-something married woman in an open marriage. I offered to teach him. I’m short, curvy with long brown hair and huge boobs and a small butt.
Our Story (from my perspective):
We met in a hotel bar. I was sipping a gin and tonic trying to calm my nerves when you walked in. You looked equally nervous. It was our first time meeting after so much online communication.
I had on a short black skirt with heels and a low cut red sweater that showed lots of cleavage. I offered to order you a drink but you handed me the hotel key and said you were ready.
We got on the elevator and were alone. I took your hand and reassured you that it was going to be an amazing night. I stroked my thumb against your hand and looked up into your eyes. You looked so anxious.