For as long as I can remember, I have had a longing to be intimate with an older women. To feel the touch of experience, and maybe be taught a thing or two. Just as many other 18 year old males do, I go online in hopes to fulfill such fantasies. I go on random searches to find erotic older women that might be willing to chat with a hormone ridden teenager such as myself. I have spent many nights dreaming of the mature women that can bring my yearnings to life. I have used many boxes of tissue and jars of Vaseline thinking of her experienced touch and the warmth of her body pressed against mine.
I try to think back and trace my interest in older women to see where it comes from, and I think it boils down to chemistry. For a while I have had many people pay me compliments on how mature and intelligent I seem to be when I speak to them. Because of this, I always seem to have an easier time and better chemistry conversing with people older than I. So when I started to look for places to be sexually and intellectually satisfied, I naturally turned to older women.
About a week ago I was online searching for such satisfaction, and then I found her. At first glance her bio was not anything out of the ordinary, not even a picture was included, but her age caught my eye. The big 40 was my magic number. When I contacted her through her Instant Messenger, I was feeling more than a bit nervous. Usually when I try to talk to women her age, they talk down to me like I am some sort of child, but I had a different feeling about this women. And to say the least, my feelings were right on. As soon as we started to talk, I knew this was the start of a great friendship... and maybe more.
We talked about life, love, and sex. She wrote that to her a 30 year old man would be a bit young, and me being 18 pretty much ruled me out as a sexual encounter with her. But I didn't think that she could deny the connection and chemistry between us was there and we seemed to get along so well, so as far as I was concerned, nothing was ruled out. Even though we were just typing words to one another, I could tell that she had a very sweet and pleasant demeanor to her. She would compliment me on my maturity and intelligence, and I would tell her how sweet and understanding she was, again evidence of an undeniable connection. When I sent her my picture she said "how does such an innocent looking young man know so much of love, intimacy, and life?". This to me showed a nurturing and motherly quality about her, which to be honest was a big turn on. As we talked more about each others personal lives, we discovered that we lived only about an hour away from one another! This fact alone was enough to give me a woody the size of a Winnebago.
After much persuasion on my part, she finally agreed to meet with me the next day. That night I could not get any sleep, I was as giddy as a school boy in anticipation of our meeting. I dreamt of what she might look like. I eventually fell asleep, but before I knew it my alarm clock went off, it was time to get myself ready to go. Next thing I know I am in my car breaking every traffic law in existence in order to get to her house as fast as possible. At last I reached her house. When I approached her house it was like looking at a holy vision, like I was laying eyes on the Holy Grail.
I raised my quivering hand to nervously knock on her door, my stomach was in knots. I was so nervous. When she opened the door all my feelings of apprehension and all my inhibitions went away. She was gorgeous. She was a petite 5â€(tm)2, and had a beautiful face I could not seem to take my eyes off of. Her hair was a stunning frosted silver color and she had green eyes that you could seem to read her every emotion, so very expressive. She was wearing a pearl colored silk tank top with a dark blue skirt that showed off her sexy legs.
