jessieXXX27
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My First Older Man
This is the second story I've ever written, and would love some constructive criticism or advice. Just the beginning is here now, but the whole thing is submitted as a story on the site, hasn't been approved yet. Sorry I'm kind of new to this.
I have been attracted to older men since I was young. I always knew I would sleep with an older man, maybe a high school teacher or college professor, or one of my dad's friends. I thought it would happen naturally, but as I went into my first year of college I had only had one boyfriend, and he was just a couple years older than me. Older men certainly hit on me, but I was far too shy to respond to them or actually initiate anything myself.
When I was 19, I decided I would finally make my older man fantasy come true. I posted an ad online with my picture and wrote "Shy and submissive college girl looking to expand her horizons. if you are over 50, live in LA, and want to show me what an older man can do, please respond." It was so out of character, I don't know what got into me. I was so horny for an older man I just went for it.
After wading through the responses, I couldn't decide who to meet up with, it was so nerve-racking. I was going to give up but then decided to just close my eyes, point the cursor and respond to whoever I clicked. I did it. He was a 57 year old man, dark salt and pepper hair, medium build with a bit of a belly. I'm a fit brunette, pale milky skin, size C cup breasts---I could have done much better than him, but that fact that he sounded a bit unattractive actually turned me on more.
The day had finally come…i mean cum
. I was wearing a halter top sundress and simple white panties, I am normally pretty innocent after all. I parked in the motel parking lot and took a deep breath. I couldn't believe I was doing this. After 15 min of sitting in my car, I finally got up the courage to go to the door of room 223 and knocked.
I heard foot steps walking to the door and I gulped hard. The door opened and there he was. He looked me up and down with hungry eyes and I stepped into the dark room. Suddenly I knew I had made a mistake and looked back at the front door, which he had already closed behind him. Then he locked the door. "I'm sorry," I said "I actually can't do this. I'm sorry, I really have to go."
"Oh hun" he said, "just give me a chance. Lets sit and talk for a minute, no pressure." He took my arm firmly and we sat on the bed. I went to stand right back up and he pulled me down to sit next to him. It hit me how dangerous this was, I had no idea who guy could be. And he wasn't letting me leave.
This is the second story I've ever written, and would love some constructive criticism or advice. Just the beginning is here now, but the whole thing is submitted as a story on the site, hasn't been approved yet. Sorry I'm kind of new to this.
I have been attracted to older men since I was young. I always knew I would sleep with an older man, maybe a high school teacher or college professor, or one of my dad's friends. I thought it would happen naturally, but as I went into my first year of college I had only had one boyfriend, and he was just a couple years older than me. Older men certainly hit on me, but I was far too shy to respond to them or actually initiate anything myself.
When I was 19, I decided I would finally make my older man fantasy come true. I posted an ad online with my picture and wrote "Shy and submissive college girl looking to expand her horizons. if you are over 50, live in LA, and want to show me what an older man can do, please respond." It was so out of character, I don't know what got into me. I was so horny for an older man I just went for it.
After wading through the responses, I couldn't decide who to meet up with, it was so nerve-racking. I was going to give up but then decided to just close my eyes, point the cursor and respond to whoever I clicked. I did it. He was a 57 year old man, dark salt and pepper hair, medium build with a bit of a belly. I'm a fit brunette, pale milky skin, size C cup breasts---I could have done much better than him, but that fact that he sounded a bit unattractive actually turned me on more.
The day had finally come…i mean cum
. I was wearing a halter top sundress and simple white panties, I am normally pretty innocent after all. I parked in the motel parking lot and took a deep breath. I couldn't believe I was doing this. After 15 min of sitting in my car, I finally got up the courage to go to the door of room 223 and knocked. I heard foot steps walking to the door and I gulped hard. The door opened and there he was. He looked me up and down with hungry eyes and I stepped into the dark room. Suddenly I knew I had made a mistake and looked back at the front door, which he had already closed behind him. Then he locked the door. "I'm sorry," I said "I actually can't do this. I'm sorry, I really have to go."
"Oh hun" he said, "just give me a chance. Lets sit and talk for a minute, no pressure." He took my arm firmly and we sat on the bed. I went to stand right back up and he pulled me down to sit next to him. It hit me how dangerous this was, I had no idea who guy could be. And he wasn't letting me leave.
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