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So, throughout my sexual history I’ve had a number of experiences that have proven incredibly formative and defined my ongoing sexual preferences acutely.
In efforts to support others who are / or have experienced similar I’d wondered I’d distribute a couple of stories to reassure others and invite conversations should folks want to talk.

*Part one*

Whilst I was at university, after the first year of living in halls of residence, students were encouraged to rent privately together so the new intake of freshers could take benefit of the halls. Most of my friends decided to live together but, I decided to rent a private room which I saw advertised separately as it was more affordable yet in a nicer area than most other areas where students normally rented.

The room was in a nice, semi detached property which was being offered by a recent divorcee, Janice, as she’d secured the house as part of her divorce settlement and wanted the business. She didn’t need the money, she just wanted to have business as her family had also moved out. She had a son and a daughter who were living away and who were starting their careers.

I was 19 when I moved in and Janice had just tuned 59.

I’d at all times felt more comfortable in the business of older women and we quickly became good friends, enjoying evenings meals together and just spending time in each others business. As our friendship grew, we naturally became more flirtatious with one another and the comfort level between us made – what were perhaps slightly inappropriate conversations – very natural.

After a month or so, we were both in the kitchen, discussing the option of her going back to work. She’d taken a sabbatical since her divorce and was thinking about returning to work and we were discussing what she could do. As a joke, she commented about selling her body and I quickly and instinctively responded asking how much would she want?

She quipped saying that someone my age would never want someone her age and that even if they did, it would be grossly inappropriate given she had a son older than me.

I reassured her, commenting that I wasn’t joking and that I did discover her very attractive – which I did – and that the inappropriate nature was actually a enormous turn on.

She said that it would be so condemned by society and that it should never happen but, sensing the opportunity was right, I moved closer toward her and again reassured her that I disagreed and that I wondered she was gorgeous. And that actually I wanted her – which I had ever since the first day I moved in.

She told me I was kind saying that but it was not necessary and that she shouldn’t have said anything in the first place, apologising and saying she didn’t want to make things awkward.

Without saying anything I took her by the hand and placed it behind my back, pulling her close and tenderly hugging her, placing my cheek against hers and making sure my breath caressed her ear and neck…

The hug lingered and – taking the opportunity – I gently moved my head and tenderly placed my lips upon hers, kissing her gently.

She kissed me back. Tenderly.

Without saying a word, I kissed her again and we quickly became more passionate, my tongue slowly sliding into her mouth and our embrace become more firm.

After kissing for a few moments, I leaned back and gauged if she wanted things to continue….

She said again that I was younger than her own son and I that we shouldn’t continue but…. I stood infront of her and lifted my tee from my young torso…

*Part two to follow.*

NSFW: yes

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