Straight Male / 55
Half My Age, And Half Again...
When I was 26, less than half my current age, I briefly dated a woman half my age again: 13. Believe me, I didn't seek her out, in fact I avoided her at first when I felt her intentions. We were both in a community theatre production in a small rural midwestern city of less than 20,000 people, both doing several bit parts rather than a main role. That gave us lots of time to hang out in the green room or elsewhere around the theatre. Val was a little chubby and nerdy-cute, often trying to talk to me and follow me around. I was shy because I felt she was jailbait, and her mother was a teacher so that just made me slightly extra sensitive, but also found her interesting and tried to talk to her as a friend, but she clearly wanted more.
After a week of practice she followed me out to my car and we talked on the dark street for a while before I left. She regularly rode her bike from home to theatre, but then at the next practice she said she had walked and asked me for a ride home. I let her in the car, not knowing what this would lead to. She then asked if we could talk longer once I started driving, as she didn't need to be home for a while, so I went to a lot at the city park, pretty far from any bright lights. She was all smiles and giggles, but also often looked a bit uncertainly at me. She started talking about sex, and what other of her peers were doing, and I expressed the thought that I hoped she and her peers weren't having intercourse yet with all its risks, which I didn't have myself until college. She burst out, with a mix of pride and excitement over being able to inform me, "no not that--blowjobs!" But she then said she hadn't done that, and was waiting for the right guy she trusted to do it with. I asked how she might know, and then she started describing qualities which she had previously attributed to me.
I said I found her very attractive, but didn't want to feel I was taking advantage of her, and so was wary of doing anything active to invite that. She then put her hand on my bare leg (in the warm summer I was wearing shorts) and I told her I liked that very much. Encouraged, she leaned over to kiss me and I held her face on my hands, sucking her mouth and cheeks desperately while her hand moved over the bulge in my pants, which immediately changed her expression to glee. A few seconds later she had unzipped me and I helped extract my rigid shaft, which she gripped tightly with a bright smile on her face. Saying nothing, she quickly bent down and enveloped me in her soft lips. This was absolute heaven, I felt for a few minutes like the universe was perfect and I couldn't expect anything better, anywhere or anytime. It was like she was sucking my soul, my entire body, my life. She certainly didn't have much technique so I could believe she was inexperienced, but she didn't need much--my eyes had adjusted to the dim light and even just the outline of her round face below was tremendously exciting, while the silky softness of her mouth needed hardly any motion to set me off. I lightly touched her back and started to caress her boobs through her shirt and bra, when I felt my shaft starting to pulse, and even though she was barely moving my ejaculation erupted spontaneously, all too soon but still giving me glorious happiness as I wimphered helplessly. She tried to keep on me but had to let a lot spill out over my balls and pants. I told her to keep sucking if she could and she did slurp up some of the mess until I declared I was too sensitive and she needed to give me a break.
She sat up and I could see there was some cum around her lips, so I kissed her again and we shared my semen. She was absolutely joyful, especially when I told her how good it felt. We talked for another half hour in the car about sex, growing up, dreams, and then I told her I was excited again so she went down for another round. This time she was able to suck me for over 10 minutes (the first time was more like 2) and take more direction on her speed and pressure. She let me hold her head to give a sense of what felt good for me, and this turned into some head-pumping, I asked if it was ok and I got an "mm-hmm" so I kept going, and a few minutes later had a second even more intense orgasm in her mouth, which she swallowed completely.
I took her home with some worry about whether we might be found out, but the next time at the theatre she just smiled a few times, giving no indication that anything had changed, then took another ride home from me. That second night I was able to suck her boobs, and eventually she let me feel her up, but never undressed so we never did cunnilingus or other kinds of sex. It was a blowjob or two each night, depending on our time, until the final curtain call. After that she occasionally called me to get together, but our opportunities were few until I moved away a year later. We are still friends online, and both married, but I still would love to meet her again for another tryst.
After a week of practice she followed me out to my car and we talked on the dark street for a while before I left. She regularly rode her bike from home to theatre, but then at the next practice she said she had walked and asked me for a ride home. I let her in the car, not knowing what this would lead to. She then asked if we could talk longer once I started driving, as she didn't need to be home for a while, so I went to a lot at the city park, pretty far from any bright lights. She was all smiles and giggles, but also often looked a bit uncertainly at me. She started talking about sex, and what other of her peers were doing, and I expressed the thought that I hoped she and her peers weren't having intercourse yet with all its risks, which I didn't have myself until college. She burst out, with a mix of pride and excitement over being able to inform me, "no not that--blowjobs!" But she then said she hadn't done that, and was waiting for the right guy she trusted to do it with. I asked how she might know, and then she started describing qualities which she had previously attributed to me.
I said I found her very attractive, but didn't want to feel I was taking advantage of her, and so was wary of doing anything active to invite that. She then put her hand on my bare leg (in the warm summer I was wearing shorts) and I told her I liked that very much. Encouraged, she leaned over to kiss me and I held her face on my hands, sucking her mouth and cheeks desperately while her hand moved over the bulge in my pants, which immediately changed her expression to glee. A few seconds later she had unzipped me and I helped extract my rigid shaft, which she gripped tightly with a bright smile on her face. Saying nothing, she quickly bent down and enveloped me in her soft lips. This was absolute heaven, I felt for a few minutes like the universe was perfect and I couldn't expect anything better, anywhere or anytime. It was like she was sucking my soul, my entire body, my life. She certainly didn't have much technique so I could believe she was inexperienced, but she didn't need much--my eyes had adjusted to the dim light and even just the outline of her round face below was tremendously exciting, while the silky softness of her mouth needed hardly any motion to set me off. I lightly touched her back and started to caress her boobs through her shirt and bra, when I felt my shaft starting to pulse, and even though she was barely moving my ejaculation erupted spontaneously, all too soon but still giving me glorious happiness as I wimphered helplessly. She tried to keep on me but had to let a lot spill out over my balls and pants. I told her to keep sucking if she could and she did slurp up some of the mess until I declared I was too sensitive and she needed to give me a break.
She sat up and I could see there was some cum around her lips, so I kissed her again and we shared my semen. She was absolutely joyful, especially when I told her how good it felt. We talked for another half hour in the car about sex, growing up, dreams, and then I told her I was excited again so she went down for another round. This time she was able to suck me for over 10 minutes (the first time was more like 2) and take more direction on her speed and pressure. She let me hold her head to give a sense of what felt good for me, and this turned into some head-pumping, I asked if it was ok and I got an "mm-hmm" so I kept going, and a few minutes later had a second even more intense orgasm in her mouth, which she swallowed completely.
I took her home with some worry about whether we might be found out, but the next time at the theatre she just smiled a few times, giving no indication that anything had changed, then took another ride home from me. That second night I was able to suck her boobs, and eventually she let me feel her up, but never undressed so we never did cunnilingus or other kinds of sex. It was a blowjob or two each night, depending on our time, until the final curtain call. After that she occasionally called me to get together, but our opportunities were few until I moved away a year later. We are still friends online, and both married, but I still would love to meet her again for another tryst.
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