Age Is Not A Factor
I don't think most people realize how difficult it can be when you are a middle-aged woman and divorced. I had married at the age of twenty-two, and I became single again at the age of thirty-seven. That was three years ago. The thing is, a woman in her late thirties and early forties still has needs she would like to have fulfilled. I met some guys on-line. That worked out okay, I guess. The thing is, most of them were married. That part didn't bother me. I figured I was taking care of some things that they were not getting at home. But, most of the encounters were pretty quick, and then they had to rush home to their wives. That left me very frustrated. Then I started exchanging emails with a twenty-two-year-old college student named Michael. When he asked me out to dinner, I figured I was crazy to accept his invitation, but I finally decided to go for it. Imagine my surprise when Michael showed up at my door with flowers. He was young but very good looking. He took me to an elegant restaurant where we had wine and a wonderful meal. We really enjoyed chatting. At this point, you are probably thinking we ended the evening by having sex. But, we didn't. Instead, he gave me a gentle kiss at my front door and promised that he would call me again. Needless to say, I was thrilled when Michael called me the next day. He wanted to see me again the next weekend. So, for the entire week, I felt like a schoolgirl anticipating my next date with this much younger guy. Saturday night finally arrived, and at the appointed time Michael was at my front door. I invited him in, and we immediately embraced and shared a long, lingering kiss. I was feeling flushed as we finally made our way to his car. That evening, we again had a lovely dinner followed by wonderful seats at a concert. During the concert, he held me close, and it really felt good. A couple of times his hand stroked my inner thigh, and I tingled all over. After the concert, we went back to Michael's car. Before we went anywhere, we got involved in some heavy-duty making out. The windows of his car got all steamed up from our body heat. Michael was young, but he was doing a wonderful job of arousing me. Maybe it's a good thing the windows were foggy because he soon had my blouse unbuttoned and had unhooked my lace bra. We were kissing and his hands were exploring my upper body. I dropped my hand down and noted how excited he was. I undid his belt and then leaned over and satisfied him orally. He gently stroked my hair with his hand as I took care of business. After I satisfied him, I suggested that we should go back to my place and we could continue with a little more privacy. Believe me, the drive home was quick. Once inside, we headed directly to my bedroom where our bodies immediately were intertwined. We spent the rest of the night having sex in various positions. The next day, we just enjoyed being together. He even called his girlfriend and canceled their plans so he could stay with me. Every so often we would get the urge and head back to bed. It was pretty awesome. Michael and I began to spend a lot of time together. About a month into our relationship, he broke up with his girlfriend and moved in with me. At this point, we are talking about getting married and having kids. So, to all you women out there who are afraid to have a relationship with a younger man, I would tell you to "go for it". It has been a wonderful experience for me.
— Olivia, 40