My (24/F) amazing first experience as the "older woman." | 2016

WALL OF TEXT! Sorry in advance :)

Throughout my sexual history, I have had a weird fascination with older men. Be it my infatuation with heavy beards, my obsession with being dominated, or my desire for a man who knows exactly what to do with his hands, I have gone for guys anywhere from a couple years older to 15 years my senior.

On the flip side, after realizing how much fun, awkward sex I had missed out on during adolescence (I was completely oblivious at age 15 that every boy around me would fuck me if I had just asked nicely), I had always fantasized about being with a guy who could barely hold back. Too many men I had fooled around with were simply unable to finish; while they were so proud of their endurance, I was left unsatisfied. I can't explain it, but I love cum- inside me, in my mouth, on my tits, face, you name it. I crave it. I wanted a guy who would give me what I craved.

Then I met wonderful, 19 year old Brandon. I was introduced to him at a bonfire at a beach about 2 miles from a Marine Corp base. Everyone at the bonfire was either a Marine, or the girlfriend of a Marine. I was the only single gal and the single boys were quite literally swarming around me- I was incredibly turned on by the attention and though these kids were 5-6 years younger than me, I couldn't help but imagine what each guy looked like naked.

Despite the other boys making flirtatious remarks and innuendos, I kept locking eyes with Brandon. He was uncharacteristically shy for a Marine, and it was what attracted me most to him. Of course, his gorgeous green eyes and military-buff chest didn't hurt either. I knew I wanted him, I loved his Southern accent, and kept thinking about him dirty talking to me, so I slowly made it obvious I was going home with him.

Even sitting next to him was a sensual experience. The whole right side of my body was tingling from the electricity of being so close to him, I could detect the delicious combination of pheromones and clean, manly-scented soap, and my lust got the best of me. I asked him to walk with me away from the bonfire and closer to the water. As we chit-chatted, walking side-by-side, a confidence that had been bubbling inside me all night took control. I grabbed his arm, and made him face me.

"Is everything okay?" he asked, still unsure of my less-than-innocent intentions. I grinned and stepped forward, our chests touching, I looked into his eyes and breathed deeply so that my breasts pushed into him. He got the hint, kissed me gingerly on the lips, and slid his hands up my body.

But I wanted more than gingerly. Our lips parted, and I kissed him again, hungrily, then pushed his hands down to grab my ass. I felt bad at first, thinking maybe I was moving too fast for him, but as soon as his hands groped my ass (I was wearing a summery beach dress with no panties) I could feel his rock hard cock pressing through his jeans on my hip. I smiled devilishly, and moved my lips to his neck, collarbone, and gave his earlobe a tiny little bite. Apparently, I had hit a hot spot. He let out a sexy, muffled little groan, and pushed himself harder onto my hip.

"Would it be okay if I took you back to the barracks?" he asked gentlemanly, well, as gentlemanly as a proposition like that could sound.

"Absolutely." I responded. I realized I would have to apologize profusely for ditching the couple of girlfriends that had invited me there, but we were not the type of friends to "block" each other from a night of fun.

We got to his truck and made the trip back on base, still flirting and talking and intermittently touching the other's leg or neck. Without panties on, I could feel exactly how wet I was getting as it slipped down my thighs. I made an flippant comment about how I hoped his seat wouldn't be stained, and rather than be upset about it, his eyes lit up at the news that he had turned me on that much.

We finally reached his room and discovered that his roommate was gone for the weekend. I poked around his room and giggled at the state of affairs (scattered beer cans, industrial hand soap in the bathroom), but like a pair of horny little magnets, we gravitated towards each other and picked up where we had left off on the beach. As he kissed me deeply, his hands slid up from my ass and slipped the strap of my dress off my right shoulder, then off my left. He gave a gentle tug, and in mere seconds, I was completely naked.

With nearly every other partner I'd had, being naked wasn't something I was afraid of doing, but I had never felt as confident and comfortable as I was this night. I could see Brandon lean back just a bit on his heels as he eyed my body up and down- I felt like a fucking sex goddess as his eyes perused my breasts, my legs, my pussy, and he too went into some kind of beast mode.

His arms roughly guided me to sit back on his bed, and I realized as he was pushing my thighs open that he was eager to eat me out. I literally could not believe this boy. He was an amazing kisser, extremely responsive to every kiss and touch, and he was an eager eater...at 19?! I sat back and watched him lick and kiss my thighs, my belly, every spot except my pussy. I was squirming and shaking so much I thought I would cum just from that alone. Watching him made everything 1000x times better- every once in a while he would dart his eyes up to meet mine and I would melt from the sexiness of it all. He finally put his mouth on my clit and I came so hard I bit my lip and made myself bleed (small price to pay for an earth-shaking orgasm). And he wouldn't stop letting me cum. I flung myself so that I was laying flat on his bed as I couldn't hold myself up anymore, and he kept going- sucking on my clit, tasting me over and over again as I dribbled incessantly from his skilled tongue.

I had expected to be the "cougar" figure in this tryst, show him a thing or two, go down on him for a long while, but Brandon was not about to let me lift a finger. He was treating me like a princess, albeit a dirty, dirty little princess. After I had to literally beg him to stop making me orgasm, he kissed his way up my body to play with my breasts. I realized he still had his fucking clothes on and began tugging at his shirt and pants like he was depriving me of his naked body. He stood up and undressed himself in record time, and in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, I could see every square inch of him. He was even more beautiful than I could have guessed- lean yet muscular, tattoos on his arms and chest, and a perfect, hard, pink cock ready to fuck me.

He caught me staring at him, and bashfully grinned, as if there was anything left to be bashful about at this point, then climbed on top of me. I put my hands around his neck and looked into his eyes, enjoying a moment of tenderness before the animalistic urges took over again. I kissed his cheeks, which were flush from our intimacy, I nuzzled his neck, I intertwined my legs with his, and finally kissed his lips.

"You don't mind kissing me after I went down on you?" he asked incredulously. Shifting back to the lustful mindset, I answered him in the only way I could think of, I slid one hand down to touch myself, still sopping wet, and stuck my fingers into my mouth. He smiled wide, and started heading south again to taste me, but I had had enough foreplay. I grabbed his shoulders and pitifully tried to force him back up to meet my eye line, but he took the cue and slid himself inside me.

As wet as I was, his cock glided inside me with little issue. He was thick and I gasped a little at the feeling of "fullness" inside me, and as he gently thrust himself in and out, I couldn't believe how quickly he was going to make me cum. I think he could sense the tightening of my muscles as I approached a quick orgasm, and he teased me by suddenly stopping. I laughed a mildly-frustrated little scoff, but he had made me cum so much I wasn't feeling frustrated. He asked me to ride him, and as it is one of my favorite positions, I hopped up like a happy cowgirl.

It appeared as if this was one of his favorites too. He grabbed my hips, and slowly moved them to my ass. He slightly spread my ass and I could feel him getting deeper and deeper. I wanted to make him wait, wanted to tease him as he had teased me all night, but we were just having too good of a time to stop. I saw his face tense, felt his cock harden even more inside me, and heard his moans of pleasure (gotta love a vocal man). He opened his eyes and put his arms around me to bring me down next to him in a post-climactic snuggle.

We may or may not have, but definitely did go for rounds 2 and 3 :)