This is a true story based on my first sexual encounter with a woman that was older than me.
I first started talking to her on the internet. When I first met her online she was a 23 year old dancer at a club in Dallas. She sent me her picture and she looked absolutely fantastic. Her name (suspiciously enough) was Candy Kane, I didn't believe it as much as I'm sure you don't. We talked for nearly a year about this that and the other thing. She was always a very sexual woman, a very strong personality that just reeked of sex. I assumed this was normal for women that were 5 years older than me, knowing the large difference in 18 and 23, also she claimed to be a dancer so it was very noticeable for me.
The weird thing about this lady was she would never ever let me call her, she called me every day, but privately so I never knew her number. One day she slipped up and searched for her number and quickly discovered her true name, Donna, and discovered her true age, 34, by the time I figured this out a year had gone by of me believing in this 23 year old, but now she is 15 years older than me, that is a whole new ball game. I've always had fantasies about older women, as I'm sure many college guys do. I dreamed of her taking control of me, being the dominate force and teaching me things about sex that I had never known existed. She would teach me the things about life that I had always wanted to know, and the vanilla sex of college girls would not nearly satisfy my thirst, and I wanted it saturated now, I didn't want to wait 15 years to have a truly earth-shattering orgasm that only an older woman would be able to give me.
I called her out on her age, and she finally submitted the truth of her name and age to me, but told me that she truly loved me, and didn't want to hurt me with the lie after I believed it for so long. The woman she was pretending to be was her sister, her sister was just 5 years older than me, and a very risquΓ© dancer. But it wasn't her voice I fell in love with, it was the voice of this imposter. But my libido took over, and I quickly forgave her in desperate angst for the sexual relief she would be able to provide for me.
We agreed to meet in a nearby park the following day at noon. I jumped in her truck with her, and saw a woman that was about 2 inches shorter than me at 5'3, she had shoulder length honey brown hair, very strait and little clippy things in her hair. She was wearing a pair of short shorts to show off her legs, and a tube top. Her face was a face of someone that worked all their lives, very worn down by the sun, but when I closed my eyes I could hear the voice that I always loved. She did have great legs, nice and smooth, absolutely flawless. She had small breast, but I never was a freak over large breast, they were a little smaller than I preferred, but I'm sure the reader would be interested in the size, and I don't know it. She had a tattoo on one breast that was a little tacky, but once again it was the pure sexual energy that I felt.