Joe Adcock
Really Experienced
- Joined
- Jan 28, 2002
- Posts
- 110
When I was 21...
...it was a VERY good yearrrrrr....
(Damn, wonder how many Litsters are too young to have that tune in their heads for the rest of the day now?)
I was seduced on at least three occasions by older women when I was between 17 and 21, and in all three cases the lady in question more or less told me me that she was attracted to me and directly asked if would be interested in being with her. Of course, I was nearly as prolix at 17 as I am now, so I suspect I gave every indication of being able to respond to such an invitation with tact and discretion -- or at least as much of those qualities as any teenager can ever possess. But at that age, such direct gestures were necessary, as I found it hard to imagine that I was attractive to such self-possessed and experienced beauties without immediate evidence to confirm such an eventuality. I found myself looking over their shoulders into the vegetation, searching for hidden cameras.
I always said yes. No woman that wanted me could have been so unattractive that I wouldn't take advantage of the sudden mental injury that caused her to express such a scenario.
But I was never very discreet. And neither will any young man worth bedding be. He is sure to regard the experience as so noteworthy that it would be a shame not to let the world know about it.
...it was a VERY good yearrrrrr....
(Damn, wonder how many Litsters are too young to have that tune in their heads for the rest of the day now?)
I was seduced on at least three occasions by older women when I was between 17 and 21, and in all three cases the lady in question more or less told me me that she was attracted to me and directly asked if would be interested in being with her. Of course, I was nearly as prolix at 17 as I am now, so I suspect I gave every indication of being able to respond to such an invitation with tact and discretion -- or at least as much of those qualities as any teenager can ever possess. But at that age, such direct gestures were necessary, as I found it hard to imagine that I was attractive to such self-possessed and experienced beauties without immediate evidence to confirm such an eventuality. I found myself looking over their shoulders into the vegetation, searching for hidden cameras.
I always said yes. No woman that wanted me could have been so unattractive that I wouldn't take advantage of the sudden mental injury that caused her to express such a scenario.
But I was never very discreet. And neither will any young man worth bedding be. He is sure to regard the experience as so noteworthy that it would be a shame not to let the world know about it.
