Straight Female / 26
I Like Being Looked At By Older Men
I grew up as an only child of an alcoholic mother, failed stage actress, and a reserved much older father, a j*weler who worked from shop to shop. I spent my days in fairy tales, mostly made up. During puberty, I examined myself in the mirror, I got little hips and soft pubes, and hair on my legs and arms, And pokie little tits with dark brown nipples. I danced naked in front of the mirror, I liked being a girl. Menstruation was a different thing altogether. I spotted at school, got the talk from the nurse. I was 12.
At 16 I got a job at this neighborhood deli as a hostess in the afternoon after school. This old Jewish man came to dinner every evening at a quarter to six, same table, same chair, same order, every time. I spoke to him because he looked lonely. One day he told me he had once had a girl, but her mother took her away and he never saw her again. His eyes watered. Mine did too.
In the twelfth grade a girl asked me if I wanted to earn money, all I had to do was let men look at me get undressed and see me naked. Old men, she could arrange it, promise no touching, they just looked. One day I was sent to this apartment, it was that Jewish man. I don't think he remembered me, I undressed, he wanted me in panties with my arms across my breasts, with a picture of a young girl behind him on the mantle.
Later I got a job with a bookkeeping company, and old man worked there who looked down my blouse, and one day he touched my butt, grabbed a little ass and squeezed. I felt good, I stood there and let him. I let him, I wanted him to touch me, I wanted him to touch me between my legs. I lifted my dress in his office and showed him my panties. I let him touch my panties with his fingers. It was all I could do to not just jam his fingers in me.
I liked laying on the bed naked, him standing over me just looking at my breasts, between my legs, I opened them so he could see my pussy, his eyes were on fire, his dick hanging there, slowly getting full, I touched it and held it with two fingers, then laid back and opened my legs, closed my eyes and waited.
Sex is something, but showing myself is what makes me feel good. I guess a man has to fuck you, but if he just looked at me I would be happy, I like being naked and letting a man look at me. By man I mean an old man, I don't like being stared at or watched by younger men.
At 16 I got a job at this neighborhood deli as a hostess in the afternoon after school. This old Jewish man came to dinner every evening at a quarter to six, same table, same chair, same order, every time. I spoke to him because he looked lonely. One day he told me he had once had a girl, but her mother took her away and he never saw her again. His eyes watered. Mine did too.
In the twelfth grade a girl asked me if I wanted to earn money, all I had to do was let men look at me get undressed and see me naked. Old men, she could arrange it, promise no touching, they just looked. One day I was sent to this apartment, it was that Jewish man. I don't think he remembered me, I undressed, he wanted me in panties with my arms across my breasts, with a picture of a young girl behind him on the mantle.
Later I got a job with a bookkeeping company, and old man worked there who looked down my blouse, and one day he touched my butt, grabbed a little ass and squeezed. I felt good, I stood there and let him. I let him, I wanted him to touch me, I wanted him to touch me between my legs. I lifted my dress in his office and showed him my panties. I let him touch my panties with his fingers. It was all I could do to not just jam his fingers in me.
I liked laying on the bed naked, him standing over me just looking at my breasts, between my legs, I opened them so he could see my pussy, his eyes were on fire, his dick hanging there, slowly getting full, I touched it and held it with two fingers, then laid back and opened my legs, closed my eyes and waited.
Sex is something, but showing myself is what makes me feel good. I guess a man has to fuck you, but if he just looked at me I would be happy, I like being naked and letting a man look at me. By man I mean an old man, I don't like being stared at or watched by younger men.
