In Praise Of Older Women
By
Owen Turner
It was my first time ever being with an older woman. She was forty-eight and I was twenty-two. It was a wet, cold cold winter night and I was out for drinks with some of my friends at a local bar. We were having a great time – dancing, laughing, drinking – having a great time.
That’s when I noticed her. She was sitting alone at the bar, nursing a glass of red wine. She was wearing a black leather skirt and a tight fitting blouse, with a bedazzled necklace that sparkled in the light. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She looked so mysterious and alluring. I wanted to talk to her, but I was too shy to approach her.
My friends noticed the way I was looking at her and encouraged me to go talk to her. I took one last sip of my drink and walked up to the bar where she was sitting. I sat down next to her, not sure what to say. She turned and looked at me with a smile and said “Hi, I’m Sarah.” I introduced myself and we started talking.
We talked for what felt like hours. We talked about our lives, our jobs, our hopes, our dreams. We connected on a different level and I felt something special between us. After a while, she asked me if I was up for a night cap. I said yes and she took my hand and led me out of the bar.
We walked outside and she hailed a cab. We got in and she whispered something in the driver’s ear and the cab driver took us to her place. We got out of the cab and I followed her through a garden and up some stairs to her apartment.
Once we got inside, she lit some candles and poured us each a glass of wine. We continued to talk and get to know each other more and more. She was very open and honest with me and I felt like I had known her for years.
After about an hour of talking and getting to know each other, she asked me if I wanted to take things to the next level. She leaned in and kissed me passionately. Her lips felt like velvet and her tongue tasted like wine. I felt myself getting aroused as she kissed me and led me to the bedroom.
We took our clothes off and got into the bed. She lay on top of me and kissed me all over my body. She slowly ran her hands down my stomach and then moved lower still. I gasped as she touched me in all the right places. She moved her hands expertly, teasing and stimulating me.
She then moved her lips down my stomach and lower still. She kissed and licked my cock and balls, teasing and tantalizing me with her tongue. I moaned with pleasure and she moved lower still, licking my asshole and teasing me with her tongue. I was in heaven as she explored my body.
She then moved up and straddled me, pushing her wet pussy against my cock. I slowly entered her and began thrusting. Her tight pussy felt so good and I felt my orgasm beginning to build as she rode me. She moaned and screamed with pleasure as we moved together in perfect harmony.
After a few minutes, I felt my orgasm begin to build. She grabbed my ass and pulled me deeper and deeper into her as I pounded into her with full force. I screamed out as my orgasm exploded and I filled her with my cum.
We lay in bed, holding each other and talking until sunrise. We had connected on a deeper level and I knew that I would never forget that night with Sarah. I had finally found someone who I connected with, someone who I could trust and someone who I could open up to.
In Praise Of Older Women had changed my life that night. I had opened myself up to someone new and that had been the most exhilarating experience of my life. I quickly realized that older women had a certain kind of wisdom and confidence that younger women simply did not possess. They had a different kind of sexiness and I was hooked.
From that night on, I was always in search of older women to experience the same pleasure I had found with Sarah. I found myself going to different bars and clubs to meet new women. Everywhere I went, I found myself drawn to older women. I was in awe of their wisdom, knowledge and experience.
I also found myself becoming obsessed with different fetishes like BDSM and roleplay. I loved exploring these new and exciting realms with my older partners. I was in total control of our encounters, making sure they felt safe and secure while still tantalizing their senses and pushing their boundaries.
Older women taught me so much about sex, love and pleasure. They opened up a whole new world of possibilities and helped me explore my sexuality in ways I never imagined. They taught me that it was okay to be open and honest about my desires and that pleasure could come in many different forms.
I will always be in Praise Of Older Women and the lessons they taught me. They opened up my world and showed me a side to sex and pleasure that I never knew existed. For that, I will always be thankful.
