It was a boring Wednesday night in the middle of January, and I was home alone, scrolling mindlessly on my phone while waiting for my late-night food order. I’m 28, single, and after a long week at work I just wanted to unwind with some takeout and a bottle of wine. Nothing exciting. Until the doorbell rang.
Hello everyone, my name is Rafael, I'm from Uberaba, Minas Gerais. I'm light-skinned, 1.94m tall, 86kg, 33 years old, and presentable. Today I'm going to tell you about the day I met Dani, the chubby, older gas station attendant.
It was the summer after I turned 29, and I’d just moved into a new apartment in the city with two old college friends who were still single and always up for trouble. One weekend in August, we threw a small housewarming party just a few close friends, music, drinks flowing freely. By midnight, most people had left, but three girls stayed behind: Lana, a curvy redhead I’d known since high school; Sarah, a petite blonde my roommate had been casually seeing; and Zoe, a tall brunette with an incredible body who’d come with one of the other guests.
What I'm about to tell you isn't a fictional story; it happened in reality. Although my 25-year marriage was going smoothly, sexually, it was as cold as Siberia. My wife and I maintained only formal dialogue, for public consumption. In bed, we rarely had any kind of contact, such was the disinterest on both sides. Our sex life prior to this period was quite conventional. Although we had sex fairly frequently, we didn't engage in more daring practices. Oral sex was as conventional as it gets, and anal sex was out of the question. It was missionary sex with very few variations. Despite everything, I never imagined my wife would cheat on me. It didn't seem like her. She didn't display any traits of a fiery, sex-hungry woman.
It all started two weeks ago. I have a friend who lives in another city, and whenever she comes over and we have the opportunity, we meet up. I'm very close to her family. It was a Sunday afternoon, she was getting ready to go back to her work city, and I went to help her pack, and occasionally I went to her grandmother's house where some of her aunts and other family members were staying.
Well, since this is my first story, there's nothing better than starting at the beginning haha.Before I start telling you about my experience of losing my virginity to an older woman, I want you to vote, so I know that you liked my experience and that I feel confident to continue with the stories. That said, let's get to the point: the story!If you read my bio, you know that I'm slightly attracted to women older than me, and my first time was with an older woman. Did that influence my taste? That's a good question, LOL. I had my first sex when I was close to turning 16, and that sex opened doors for me and changed my life.
This story will be quick, like premature ejaculation. By the way, except in my teens, I've never had a problem with it. As I've matured, I've learned to control my arousal. Besides, I'm a gentleman, and I think ladies should always climax first.
I arrived at the hotel entrance and soon received your message on WhatsApp with the room number. I called the elevator and got off on the floor I wanted, and when I got to the door I knocked twice. I didn't wait long, because the door opened. First time we'd met... You tried to hug me... I stopped you.If you want me to stop, just say "blue" until that moment happens, and I'll just do what you ask.You nodded, bit your lip, lowering your head, but your eyes remained on me. I took a blindfold I had and placed it over your eyes. I took your hand and led you to the bed.