Younger women, older men

When I was younger I found that older guys were way more mature than guys my age. They also lasted longer in bed and were more interested in pleasing me. I ended up getting married to a guy that is older than me. I think it is pretty normal. But overall I don't think things like age, body type, race, social standing should be the key to attraction. If you click you click.
 
When I was younger I found that older guys were way more mature than guys my age. They also lasted longer in bed and were more interested in pleasing me. I ended up getting married to a guy that is older than me. I think it is pretty normal. But overall I don't think things like age, body type, race, social standing should be the key to attraction. If you click you click.
Yes, indeed. I am 32 years older than my girlfriend. We are not the same race or social standing etc. We probably have nothing in common other than the fact that we are crazy about each other.
 
im 40 m and have been interested in something with 18-30. I am open outside of that but just something I have thought about and wondered what it would be like to be with a girl younger than me by at least 10 years.
 
When I was younger I found that older guys were way more mature than guys my age. They also lasted longer in bed and were more interested in pleasing me. I ended up getting married to a guy that is older than me. I think it is pretty normal. But overall I don't think things like age, body type, race, social standing should be the key to attraction. If you click you click.
Definitely get that!!!
 
met a woman in her mid-20s yesterday with really big and attractive eyes and since this was work, I maintained by composure but I did lose myself in her eyes for a fraction of a second- may be twice, I hope she did not notice, or I hope she did and did not mind it!
 
met a woman in her mid-20s yesterday with really big and attractive eyes and since this was work, I maintained by composure but I did lose myself in her eyes for a fraction of a second- may be twice, I hope she did not notice, or I hope she did and did not mind it!
Her.. 'eyes' huh? Hehe
 
I’ve been with older men, but mostly just a few years older than me. It wasn’t until last year that I spent time with a much older man, 30 years my senior.

This past summer, I returned to my hometown for a school reunion. It was a great event,

The night's highlight was running into my old high school shop teacher. Mr. Benura had just retired, but he always attended every year's reunion. Well, Mr. Benura had aged about as great as I could imagine. I hated shop class; I was a drama girl, and woodworking was not my thing.

However, Mr. Benura was a hunk, so all the girls took his class. He was laid back and cool, and we were allowed to call him by his first name, Reed.

Reed remembered me, and we caught up. He had retired two years ago and was now building houses for Habitat for Humanity—such a cool guy.

I was getting my Uber when Mr. Benura left, and he offered me a ride. As we drove, I asked to see the homes he was working on. He took me to a nice ranch-style home in an older neighborhood and gave me a tour. He showed me his work in progress, and I confessed to never liking woodworking classes. I just wanted to enjoy looking at him.

We got a few beers from a cooler, and I confessed to having a crush on him when I was in his class. He smiled and said he knew. Now I was embarrassed. He said he was pretty green and awkward back then, so even if somehow I had managed to get him to cross that student/teacher line, it would not have been memorable. How cute and honest, I thought.

I told him we used to call him Bruce because of his resemblance to the Boss. If you’ve seen Springsteen lately, he’s aged great for a man of 75. I mean, great (I just saw him in Vegas last March).

I confessed that now that I own an old home, I wish I knew more about woodworking. Yes, that was a come one, and yes, he understood what I meant.

So, I’m sitting in a half-empty house, drinking beer with my former teacher, who looks like Bruce Springsteen, on a hot summer night. I’ve just confessed my crush on him 30 years ago, and I've just dropped a sexual innuendo.

I would love to tell you we made love.

But the truth is it was hard-core fucking. Hot, sweaty, and not at all quick.

It was hard to believe a man of 70 could get it up as firm as he did. It was hard to believe a man of 70 could finish twice, but he did.

What was not hard to believe was the breadth of his routine. You learn a lot in 70 years, and my guess is he was as good a student of sex as he was at teaching woodworking. He certainly taught me that night.

He guided me in ways to please a man I had not tried before. But it was mostly about me and my pleasure. He admitted, as our sweaty bodies slid over each other, that his primary goal was my pleasure. He admitted my pleasure was an ego boost for him. Well, he pleased me several times, and in return, I fed his ego and a whole lot more.

We spent the night on some blankets on the floor, got breakfast at Denny's, and I headed back to my hotel, a little sore from sleeping on the hard floor and a lot sore from my lesson in woodworking.

So here’s to the older man who can Prove It All Night.
 
I’ve been with older men, but mostly just a few years older than me. It wasn’t until last year that I spent time with a much older man, 30 years my senior.

This past summer, I returned to my hometown for a school reunion. It was a great event,

The night's highlight was running into my old high school shop teacher. Mr. Benura had just retired, but he always attended every year's reunion. Well, Mr. Benura had aged about as great as I could imagine. I hated shop class; I was a drama girl, and woodworking was not my thing.

However, Mr. Benura was a hunk, so all the girls took his class. He was laid back and cool, and we were allowed to call him by his first name, Reed.

Reed remembered me, and we caught up. He had retired two years ago and was now building houses for Habitat for Humanity—such a cool guy.

I was getting my Uber when Mr. Benura left, and he offered me a ride. As we drove, I asked to see the homes he was working on. He took me to a nice ranch-style home in an older neighborhood and gave me a tour. He showed me his work in progress, and I confessed to never liking woodworking classes. I just wanted to enjoy looking at him.

We got a few beers from a cooler, and I confessed to having a crush on him when I was in his class. He smiled and said he knew. Now I was embarrassed. He said he was pretty green and awkward back then, so even if somehow I had managed to get him to cross that student/teacher line, it would not have been memorable. How cute and honest, I thought.

I told him we used to call him Bruce because of his resemblance to the Boss. If you’ve seen Springsteen lately, he’s aged great for a man of 75. I mean, great (I just saw him in Vegas last March).

I confessed that now that I own an old home, I wish I knew more about woodworking. Yes, that was a come one, and yes, he understood what I meant.

So, I’m sitting in a half-empty house, drinking beer with my former teacher, who looks like Bruce Springsteen, on a hot summer night. I’ve just confessed my crush on him 30 years ago, and I've just dropped a sexual innuendo.

I would love to tell you we made love.

But the truth is it was hard-core fucking. Hot, sweaty, and not at all quick.

It was hard to believe a man of 70 could get it up as firm as he did. It was hard to believe a man of 70 could finish twice, but he did.

What was not hard to believe was the breadth of his routine. You learn a lot in 70 years, and my guess is he was as good a student of sex as he was at teaching woodworking. He certainly taught me that night.

He guided me in ways to please a man I had not tried before. But it was mostly about me and my pleasure. He admitted, as our sweaty bodies slid over each other, that his primary goal was my pleasure. He admitted my pleasure was an ego boost for him. Well, he pleased me several times, and in return, I fed his ego and a whole lot more.

We spent the night on some blankets on the floor, got breakfast at Denny's, and I headed back to my hotel, a little sore from sleeping on the hard floor and a lot sore from my lesson in woodworking.

So here’s to the older man who can Prove It All Night.
So at sixty nine a I had affairs with 2 younger women. In my boat, in a motel, we would spend hours making love, fucking, however you want to describe it. I was in no rush to cum and I enjoyed long afternoons with my lovers, both hard and soft. And when I was soft, I always had my tongue. Please remember to respect your elders. We know shit!
 
I’ve been with older men, but mostly just a few years older than me. It wasn’t until last year that I spent time with a much older man, 30 years my senior.

This past summer, I returned to my hometown for a school reunion. It was a great event,

The night's highlight was running into my old high school shop teacher. Mr. Benura had just retired, but he always attended every year's reunion. Well, Mr. Benura had aged about as great as I could imagine. I hated shop class; I was a drama girl, and woodworking was not my thing.

However, Mr. Benura was a hunk, so all the girls took his class. He was laid back and cool, and we were allowed to call him by his first name, Reed.

Reed remembered me, and we caught up. He had retired two years ago and was now building houses for Habitat for Humanity—such a cool guy.

I was getting my Uber when Mr. Benura left, and he offered me a ride. As we drove, I asked to see the homes he was working on. He took me to a nice ranch-style home in an older neighborhood and gave me a tour. He showed me his work in progress, and I confessed to never liking woodworking classes. I just wanted to enjoy looking at him.

We got a few beers from a cooler, and I confessed to having a crush on him when I was in his class. He smiled and said he knew. Now I was embarrassed. He said he was pretty green and awkward back then, so even if somehow I had managed to get him to cross that student/teacher line, it would not have been memorable. How cute and honest, I thought.

I told him we used to call him Bruce because of his resemblance to the Boss. If you’ve seen Springsteen lately, he’s aged great for a man of 75. I mean, great (I just saw him in Vegas last March).

I confessed that now that I own an old home, I wish I knew more about woodworking. Yes, that was a come one, and yes, he understood what I meant.

So, I’m sitting in a half-empty house, drinking beer with my former teacher, who looks like Bruce Springsteen, on a hot summer night. I’ve just confessed my crush on him 30 years ago, and I've just dropped a sexual innuendo.

I would love to tell you we made love.

But the truth is it was hard-core fucking. Hot, sweaty, and not at all quick.

It was hard to believe a man of 70 could get it up as firm as he did. It was hard to believe a man of 70 could finish twice, but he did.

What was not hard to believe was the breadth of his routine. You learn a lot in 70 years, and my guess is he was as good a student of sex as he was at teaching woodworking. He certainly taught me that night.

He guided me in ways to please a man I had not tried before. But it was mostly about me and my pleasure. He admitted, as our sweaty bodies slid over each other, that his primary goal was my pleasure. He admitted my pleasure was an ego boost for him. Well, he pleased me several times, and in return, I fed his ego and a whole lot more.

We spent the night on some blankets on the floor, got breakfast at Denny's, and I headed back to my hotel, a little sore from sleeping on the hard floor and a lot sore from my lesson in woodworking.

So here’s to the older man who can Prove It All Night.
Damn that is a worthwhile meeting and great story!!! I only hope when I get to that age I have some young women that had crushes on me when the age was inappropriate.
 
Young? Have you seen the world today? On Nov 5th we're going to have a ONE MAN dictator as President. We are forced to grow up fast when we see how horrific soul crushing world history is repeating itself.
I weep with you and I feel for you and what it means to your world, the one you and I are so used to. I know what it is liked to face unwanted and uncertain changes. I faced that myself earlier this year. It is daunting and frightening. I wish the best to you (and all of us) in adapting to this new world without sacrificing our own sensibilities and priorities. :heart:
 
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