Older man, younger woman, some call it a "fetish" but I call it an acquired preference. The wonderful man in my story was thirty plus years my senior, and more virile and exciting than many men half his age. I was his willing and eager pupil; he was my teacher, mentor, demanding lover and much more.
Thank you Gustavca for your help in editing my story.
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I don't really know why, but I have always, had a thing for older boys and then older men. My childhood was idealic no father/daughter issues I can think of that might have planted the seed for this predilection. My Dad was a big, good-looking guy, tall and muscular with a shaved head long before it was fashionable. A man I remember as always supportive, dependable and protective. I wonder if that's why I'm so attracted to older (much older) men.
My early experiences with kissing and petting were with my first boyfriend, someone my own age. I remember it as a lot of unsatisfying wet fingering and groping. My older brother's best friend taught me to suck cock, and when I was old enough to want more, I gave my virginity to my Dad's business partner. It was then I realized (for me at least), that the older the man the better the sex.
I suppose the why of my preference doesn't really matter, does it? Anyway, the point of this story is to recount my experiences this summer, so here goes.
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The school year had finally ended and my folks were preparing for a long awaited vacation to Europe. They were looking forward to their extended trip, but were hesitant to leave me alone for the entire summer. Their solution was to have me stay with my older brother Bobby for the summer. Of course, I didn't want to do that, but finally relented when they offered to finance a Cancun vacation for my nineteenth birthday.
Little did I know when Bobby picked me up at the airport, this would be the most memorable summer of my life.
It was difficult to circumvent Bobby's overbearing, overprotective nature, but as fate would have it, it was during this visit I met Daniel, his next-door neighbor. I'll be the first to admit I was fascinated with Daniel, and I will also unashamedly admit I eagerly allowed him to seduce me. That summer, Daniel was my teacher, mentor, lover and confidante, opening doors and awakening a sexuality in me I never knew existed.
Daniel had a wife, he had adult children; in fact, I was younger than his youngest. I don't think he was unhappy in his marriage, and though his wife was definitely a bitch, he certainly did not want a divorce. I seriously doubt I was his first "distraction". I suspected he just wanted some new non-threatening young pussy on the side, you know, a little summer diversion, and I was more than ready and eager to accommodate him.
At fifty years old, Daniel was thirty-two years my senior. He was still a very attractive man. Just over 6'1", maybe 200 lbs, physically well maintained, mature man's body, dark brown hair with gray beginning to show, and hard ruggedly handsome facial features. I enjoyed his company and I enjoyed sex with him even more.
From the day I moved into the adorable little cottage behind my brother's house, Daniel began seducing me. We were like kids, kissing, making-out and fondling each other whenever the opportunity presented itself. Our physical relationship progressed quickly, from almost daily oral sex out in his workshop where we'd bring each other to wonderfully intense orgasms, to hot, wet, nasty sex on the floor in my cottage. Daniel would 'do me' at the drop of a hat, and I have no doubt that the mature, dignified Mr. Daniel Georgianni must have fucked me on every surface and in every room of his house, including several times in their bed.
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While we happily enjoyed having sex and experimenting, I think the incident that stands out most for me would be the day Daniel came to the cottage and in view of one of the neighbors fucked me until I was sore, weak and sated.
I was standing at the bedroom window one afternoon, absently looking into the woods that bordered the rear of Bobby's property when I heard the cottage's front door open and then close.
"Stephanie, where are you?" Daniel called.
"I'm in the back bedroom, Daniel, straight down the hall."
When he entered the bedroom, I didn't turn around, but closed my eyes and smiled when he came up behind me, passionately kissed my neck and let his large hands slip under my thin T-shirt and gently fondle my breasts until my nipples were hard, erect and eager for the feel of his mouth.
I remembered my breathing faltered when he pinched my nipples sending warm sparks of excitement sizzling down my stomach to the throbbing nub between my legs. My legs quivered with anticipation when he reached down, unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled my panties and jeans down and off. Daniel spread my legs open and slipped two of his fingers up my pussy and withdrew them covered with my sticky juices.
"Yes," he murmured to himself when he pushed his thick, fully erect cock into me.
Despite the wetness, I was still very tight and with each short thrust, he grunted with the effort and the pleasure of breeching my warm, wet tightness. Once he was fully inside me, he began a slow, deep stroke that filled and touched every inch of me. Drunk with the marvelous sensations, I remember thinking, "Daniel is older than my father; how is it possible he can make me feel like this?"
I moaned and my body of its own accord, pushed back against his, wanting him deeper inside me. We stood in the window, me leaning on the windowsill with him behind me, fucking me. Thinking the neighbors were away at work, I started when I saw Mr. Jacoby, Bobby's neighbor, come out into his yard. He looked up, saw us standing in the window and waved sheepishly. I waved in return and smiled brightly. By the look on his face, I'm sure he must have wondered what Daniel was doing there (though it was pretty obvious), but he said nothing and returned to watering his garden.
Daniel was becoming more insistent in his thrusting, and I leaned forward and rested my forehead against the upper windowpane, enjoying the sensation of his hot, swollen cock inside me. As my orgasm built, my whimpers and moans grew louder with each thrust. Daniel pounded into me harder as his urgency increased, and without thinking, lifted my hips to align them with his and succeeded in exposing my naked lower body in the window. Holding me closer to him, he repeated breathlessly over and over, "Yes baby, squeeze it, squeeze Daddy's cock," and I would tighten my pussy around his cock, squeezing and releasing it, pushing us both toward the edge.
