I've always wondered why older guys gravitate toward younger women, whenever they have the chance. Until I met Holly, I didn't realize that I, and the women that I've been with for the past 25 years, have changed, a lot.
When you're 18, and you're dating other 18 year olds, you never really realize that bodies change as they age. Heck, the woman that you date and eventually marry, then spend the next few decades with is aging at the same pace that you are. The changes are subtle, but they occur. Skin and muscles that were firm and hard at 18, become soft and pliable at 45. But that's reality to you, and you don't notice the changes because they occur so slowly. That is, until you have the chance to sample the wonders of an early 20's woman, and your life changes forever.
Holly and I met through the Literotica board and our charged emails eventually led to a very taboo meeting in the flesh. I travel a lot, and spend between 1 and 3 weeks on the road every month. Trips are long and I don't tend to meet people that easily. My travel has caused a divorce and for the last several years, I've avoided another committed relationship because I didn't want to fall into the same patterns with a new partner that doomed the relationship with my ex. I tended to date in my own age group, because that's where I was comfortable, that is...when I've taken the time to date.
I sometimes lurk on the message boards at Literotica and have met some really interesting people, in a virtual sense. Until recently, I've never had the guts to meet anyone, but that changed when someone else had the guts to reach out to me.
One day, while pontificating on a message concerning "Older Men and Younger Women", I connected with Holly, who had recently graduated from a university in the Midwest. She wanted to explore relationships with older men to see if they were more patient and adept at relationships than younger guys. After several weeks of emails, Holly indicated that she wanted to meet me, which scared the heck out of me. Against my better judgment, I scheduled a week-long trip to her city and we made a date.
We met at a bar called Rocky's, on the northwest side of her city. After calling my cell when she entered the bar, I directed her toward my table. Then, I watched and waited as flocks of butterflies circled my stomach.. Sure enough, a beautiful young woman walked up to my table. I almost couldn't speak as I stood, greeted her, and asked her to have a seat.
The bar wasn't very dark, but there wasn't enough light to determine whether her eyes were brown or blue, but they were dark. They matched her hair, which was dark, of medium length, and fell straight to her shoulders. Then I noticed her neck and shoulders. She was wearing a blue v-neck sweater that accented her collarbones, which were lovely. Thin and pretty, she reminded me of my own daughter, who was only a year younger. I'm sure I blushed at the thought that this beautiful young woman was young enough to be my daughter, and that we were meeting on neutral ground trying to decide whether to fuck, or not.
"Holly, your picture doesn't do you justice." This was a feeble attempt to create conversation with this beauty, whom I never would have had the guts to approach, had I seen her alone in this bar.
"Thank you", she replied; "you are exactly as I pictured you to be."
A few drinks later, we were busy learning all about our life history. I had lived in her town, moving away when she was 7, and there were many aspects of the place that we could discuss. When it came to me, I hesitated talking about my daughter, who is the light of my life, because I thought that Holly would find me to be some kind of a pervert, looking for younger women, just like my daughter. But, we somehow got past that point and decided. As our conversation died, we decided to head toward my hotel and take a summer evening walk along the river for further inspiration.
I didn't want to pressure this woman, but I did grab her hand as we strolled along the river. As the sun set over the trees, we stopped and held each other. The setting sun set her beautiful brown eyes on fire and we kissed for the first time.
"I want to be with you, tonight" she whispered as the butterflies came awake for a few more laps of my stomach.
"I would like that, a lot." I replied. We began to stroll toward the hotel, which was several blocks up the river. Along the way, my arm found it's way around her and I held her close. I couldn't believe how hard and soft she was at the same time. At the time, I couldn't remember women being built like this when I was younger, but is was just my memory failing, again.
We entered my room, #1108, and she disappeared into the restroom. The room was actually a suite and had a living area separate from the bedroom, which took some of the pressure off of the situation. I stood near the picture window, which faced west and caught the remaining light from the setting sun.
Holly reentered the room and took a very confident walk toward me. God was she beautiful! Very thin and tall, I figured she stood about 5'11" in her heels. Her eyes sparkled in the twilight as we embraced. Just when I didn't know what to do, I remembered that she wanted an older guy to take control of her, so before she made her way to the window, I said "Stop where you are."
She stopped and gave me a puzzled look.
"Holly, do you trust me?"
"Yes."
"Do you know that I won't hurt you?"
"Y-Yes."
"Good. I want you to turn your back to me and take off your sweater."
With this, she smiled and turned. She slowly reached down and pulled the sweater over her head and threw it on the chair in the corner of the room.
"Now, unhook that bra. I came to see your body, not your underwear."
