Author's Note: A very close friend of mine wanted to submit this true story on his behalf. I did re-write it made a few tiny changes, but the basic narrative is as he presented it to me.
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I've had my share of lovers, but there's always something special about the first. Here name was Eve, and this is my ode to her. This story takes some time to develop, so if stories like that aren't your cup of tea you might want to skip it.
I'm not sure where to begin, so I guess good place to start would be to describe the principle people involved and a bit of their backgrounds. First, a little bit about myself at the time. I was eighteen, and still a virgin. Not that I wasn't attractive; in fact I knew a lot of girls thought I was pretty good looking. Nevertheless, for whatever reason, despite being as horny as an 18-year-old boy, I had never gone all the way with a girl. In fact, I hadn't even got past kissing and some heavy petting. Some of my inexperience had to do with just being kind of shy, but looking back, I know what the main problem was.
Simply put, I wasn't all that attracted to girls my age. Even as a child, I had always connected better on an intellectual and emotional level with people older than myself. My friends tended to be older than me, and I often got along remarkably well with their parents. I was always a favorite with older relatives, like grandparents, uncles, and aunts, and I got along great with my parents too. Maybe that's why my romantic and sexual interests naturally gravitated towards older women as well. Anyway, that's enough about myself for now. Let's talk about Eve.
In many ways Eve is nothing like the type of woman you'd expect in a story like this. Why? Because if you knew her she'd be the last woman you'd expect to stray away from her marriage. Yes, Eve was a married woman. She was also a mother of three, with two sons slightly older than myself and a daughter approximately my age. Eve's husband, Larry, worked in an office. I'm not exactly sure what he did but from the affluent lifestyle they lived he obviously made a lot of money.
Eve was a very domestic woman. She loved to cook and kept a beautiful home. She did some volunteer work, and loved to travel. She also loved to exercise, particularly jogging, and had even participated in a marathon. She was extremely feminine, often cheerfully proclaiming herself as a "girlie girl" with a big smile on her face.
In many ways, Eve led the perfect life, but there was something missing. Despite the often hectic life she led, she often felt bored. Much of that had to do with Larry -- I doubt he ever realised just how fortunate he was to have a wife like Eve. In all fairness, she could be a bit of a henpeck at times, but still, Eve's positive attributes far outweighed her negatives. My affair with Eve was a brief one, but even long after it was over I still held her up as a standard in terms of the kind of woman I wanted to find and one day settle down with.
The connection I shared with Eve went far beyond the physical, but I understand that these stories rely upon the visual so I'll take some time to describe both myself and Eve at the time at which this story begins. I was 6' tall, and weighed about 190lbs. I was also very fit, as I played a lot of sports. That and some favorable genetics gave me a strong, trim body. I have sandy brown hair and hazel eyes, which I know a lot of women find attractive. As I said earlier, I got my share of attention from girls my age. At the time of this story, I was 18 and just out of high school. I had decided to take a year off before going to college, so I spent much of my time hanging out with my friends and working.
Now for my description of Eve. Even in her early-forties, Eve was an absolutely stunning woman. She was quite tall, about 5'10'' or even a bit more. Like many women of Nordic heritage, she had pale blue eyes and shimmering blond hair. Eve's face was still incredibly beautiful despite the few creases that had crept in to show her age. If you saw Eve back then the first thought that would enter your mind is that she's a very beautiful woman who must have been absolutely gorgeous when she was younger. And, in fact, it's not hard to imagine what Eve looked like in her twenties as her daughter had inherited most of her mother's good looks and was very beautiful in her own right.
Like any horny boy my age, however, my eyes often wandered below the neck when looking at a woman, and in this respect, Eve more than held her own with most women even half her age. She had an incredibly sexy figure, with a large, well-proportioned bosom. However, even those shapely breasts were nothing compared to her peach-shaped ass. To say Eve had a great ass is an understatement, and being a self-professed "assman" I was absolutely taken at how hot her body looked from behind. Put the whole package together and you have a remarkably pretty face woman with some extremely sexy curves. That was Eve.
Eve often liked to dress in a pretty but conservative blouses and high heels or boots with either a skirt or blue jeans. She didn't wear a lot of makeup but what she did wear was applied very skilfully. Her blond hair was relatively short and always reflected the latest fashion. She loved to pamper herself with things like manicures and pedicures, the latter of which would be often displayed, as Eve regularly wore high-heeled, open toed shoes. I was absolutely smitten with Eve's feminine beauty from the first time I saw her, but it became much more than that. She was my first love.
The job I had taken was delivering flowers for a small floral shop in town, although I had other duties, such as carrying heavy boxes and helping to clean up. The money wasn't very good, but I liked the woman who owned and ran the place. Her name was Margo, a woman in her late fifties who was always pleasant with me. This is where I met Eve, as she worked there part-time. As I mentioned before, Eve was often bored at home, and the job was an excuse for her to get out of the house. She absolutely loved flowers, and had an impressive flower garden of her own to show for it. Eve's husband often chastised her for doing things like having a job at a flower shop, saying it was beneath her. I doubt he ever really understood his wife all that well.
Nothing much occurred the first couple of weeks of working there. It happened to be a busy time of year and so we mostly concentrated on work. Margo had a couple of other ladies who would help her during these times, and the group of four or five of them mostly kept to themselves. I just concentrated with doing a reliable job and staying in their good books. After the busy period ended, however, it was mostly just the three of us working at a time, and oftentimes only myself and either Margo or Eve. With the modest amount of business the small shop did, that was an adequate amount of staff. And this is when I got to know the both of them more intimately, and obviously when I fell in love with Eve.
It felt strange at first; this was before the whole "MILF" craze, and even I thought I must have something wrong with me for being so captivated by a woman more than twice my age. Everything about Eve simply enthralled me, from the graceful way she spoke and moved, to the scent of her perfume and the pretty outfits she always wore. Unlike the girls my age everything about her was so sophisticated, so classy, and above all, so womanly. Eve was more than comfortable in her own skin, and that plus her physical beauty gave her a sensual mystique that I could not help but get caught up in.
Eve was also the first woman who treated me as an adult, and that had a profound effect on me. I'd coveted other older women before Eve, but they were really more like schoolboy fantasies. Eve was the first woman that truly made me feel like our age difference wasn't an issue and we could have a normal relationship just like any other man and woman and, not surprisingly, this gave much substance to my desire for her. She was the first woman to call me "a man" without adding "young" in there somewhere. She was the first woman who treated me like a man without making me feel like I was being patronised. If she hadn't been married I think even our age difference wouldn't have stopped me from asking Eve out on a date, but of course that wasn't the case.
