I’ve dated guys my own age since I’ve been dating, but I’ve never really been able to nail down a long term relationship. The guys don’t really do it for me; they always just seem to immature and even stupid sometimes, as much as I hate to say it. They always say that amateur girls mature faster, and I guess I’m just living proof that it’s true. Now, I do find myself attracted to older men, very attracted in fact, but I’ve never actually had the courage to enter into a relationship with an older guy. In a way it seems kind of creepy, like why wouldn’t he be dating someone his own age, right? If his only choice is to date a 19 year old, someone who’s twenty years younger than him, then there must be something wrong with him. Truthfully, this is really the only thing that’s kept me from getting into a full blown relationship with the only kind of men I’m really attracted to. I’ve had some interesting experiences though.

Last year, when I was still 18, my parents had a party at their house for all of their coworkers. They’re both professors at a local university so the house wall full of fellow professors, administrators, and lots more people. There were probably 50 or 60 people milling around the place, it was totally packed. I wasn’t crazy about my parents parties but it was a Thursday night so it wasn’t as if there was anywhere I could go, at least not if I didn’t want to get grounded. So instead I tried to see how much alcohol I could consume without getting in trouble. I went about this by stealing drinks, pouring myself shots at the bar while no one else was looking, and even finishing off a few people’s left over drinks. By the end of the night I was pretty drunk and feeling kind of flirty. In fact, for most of the night I had been making eyes at a good looking guy who I think worked in the English department. He was really handsome and had what looked like a rock hard body, not your typical English professor. At about 10:30 that night I walked over to the stairs, looked at him until I caught his eye, and then made a subtle motion to indicate he should join me upstairs.

I knew it was a foolish move, but a girl can only subdue her desires for so long, especially when drunk. I went to my room, leaving the door open, and waited to see if he would come up. A few minutes later I heard him ask someone at the bottom of the stairs where the bathroom was. A few seconds after that I saw his frame appear at the top of the stairs. He stared right at me and began walking down the hall, heading towards my door. He walked quickly and shut the door behind him after entering. That night I was a girl on a mission and I didn’t even waste any time on small talk. I stood up and kissed him, pushing my tongue into his mouth. He seemed shocked at first but recovered quickly, putting his arms at the small of my back and returning the kiss with vigor. Still kissing we fell onto my bed, embracing one another and kissing passionately.

His hands were immediately on my teenage breasts, kneading them with purpose and trying to wiggle inside my bra for a cleaner groper. After a short struggle he managed to do just that, quickly finding my nipple and rolling it between his fingers, sending waves of pleasure right to my crotch. As he was doing that I seemed to sober up quickly, realizing that I didn’t want to fuck this guy in my bed with my parents just downstairs. I didn’t want to kick him out either though. Instead, I chose to give him a blowjob, a decision he certainly didn’t object to. While he lay on the bed I pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees and got to work on his long cock. I sucked him like a pro, even though I hadn’t had much practice. He kept his moaning to a minimum, thank God, and within a few minutes he was cumming in my mouth, a present that I swallowed fully and cherished completely. After it was over he sat up, pulled up his pants, and kissed me on the cheek. As he walked out the door he gave a quick thanks and shut it behind him.

Normally, a girl would probably feel pretty used in that situation and might even feel a little bit trashy. I didn’t feel any of those things. If anything I felt even more emboldened in my attraction to older guys. He was a good kisser, deft and pleasing my nipples and his cock was a beautiful piece of flesh that he was probably quite skilled at using. The only thing that stopped me from fucking him was fright at getting caught, not some moral code that I was adhering to. Since that day, which was nearly a year ago now, I’ve had a few more trysts with older guys, still no sex, and I still haven’t considered actually entering a relationship. My parents would never approve of that and they almost certainly wouldn’t pay for my college education, which I’ll be starting next year. I did meet a pretty interesting guy at a coffee shop the other day though. I was sitting at a table next to him and drinking a cafe latte while reading a magazine when he just struck up a conversation. It was pretty obvious that he was hitting on me, but I didn’t mind and I let the conversation roll. We talked about a lot of things, and he mentioned his wife five or six times. It seemed like he was hinting at something but I just couldn’t figure it out.

When I got up to leave he offered to walk me home and I accepted, at least for part of the way. It was when we were about halfway there that he got to the point of all his chatter. He and his wife were swingers and from the moment he saw me he knew I would be perfect for them. They loved to play with sexy girls and he had a sense that I would be willing to participate. He apologized in advance if he had offended me, but I assured him I wasn’t offended. I didn’t take him up on his offer but I did enter his number into my cell’s phonebook in case I decided to cash it in. We departed with a hug and I walked home with a bounce in my step. He was a pretty hunky guy and I bet it would be fun to play with him and his sexy wife. Maybe if I decide to do it I’ll write in again and tell you all about my experience.