In Praise Of The Older Woman...Part II
Instead of really listening to the message I was realizing
the error of not running an age in the ad and thinking about
how to let this seemingly sad woman down easy. I thought
about what I was going to say: something along the lines
of Im sorry I forgot to put my age in the adyou sound very
nice but Im 22no hard feelings, but Im sure we can both
agree that we would likely have much in commonand good
luck, that sort of thing. My feeling was that she would
be as disinterested as I was. I was wrong. She explained
to how if I liked dining out and the theater, that at the very
least we might make good company and become friends; I started
to feel uncomfortable that this wasnt going as easily
as I had hoped and I started to feel a little sad that she was
pushing so hard. She also explained to me that her last boyfriend
was much younger than her and that they got on great for a
time, etc. (I want to say her previous boyfriend was maybe
15 years younger, not 27!) Still, I had no interest whatsoever,
so I held my ground and said it wasnt really what I was looking
and didnt think it would work out. Good luck and that was
the end of it. Or so I thought. When someone writes a letter
in response to a personal, the paper wont send each one
out immediately; too much postage. Instead, they will
wait for a certain number to accumulate and then send them
together. So it was about 2 days later when I got my first
batch of lettersall, whopping 3 of them. Two of them were
very brief, although one did offer a picture, but the third
was 3 stationary-sized pages, nicely written, front and
back. It was from the same woman! I found out later she had
initially responded by mail, but decided to call in order
to speed up the process. Whereas I hadnt given her a chance
on the phone, a letter was different. I was curious about
what she had to say and, believe it or not, it seemed impolite
to not read it after shed taken the time to write. I still
had no thoughts about seeing her, but that soon changed.
In her letter she was very forthcoming about her broken
marriagehow her husband was an alcoholic and that he was
always battling his demons and had very little time for
her; that he was neglectful. Her letter already had a definite
air of sexual longing when she put not-too-fine-a-point
on it: she mentioned that she still felt very sexy, even
at her age, loved to wear lingerie and the such and that he
never appreciated or took advantage of it or her. Now mind
you, this is mixed in with all your other getting to know
you stuffthis wasnt a purely sexual solicitation. But
I guess she wanted to leave no doubt to her possible new suitor,
that she still wanted, needed, and liked sex! And the fascination
was born. I had couldnt help but have a raging hard-on from
reading what she had said in the letter. I couldnt help
but wonder what it would be like to have sex with her and it
almost obsessed me. I wanted to call her, but againwhile
this all seems like old hat to me now, and probably to most
of you, think back to the first time you crossed into that
world: spontaneous sex with a stranger, and twice as old
as anybody youd ever been with before to boot. It was a bold
step, and I have that great nervous energy and excitement
that you get in that kind of situation, and I felt safe to
say anything to her. I had her number, but she didnt have
mine (and this was certainly before the time of widespread
Caller ID), and she didnt know where I lived. If I wanted
to I could call her and say you sound like you need a good
fuck from a young stud and Ill come do itcome fuck your
old brains out like youve probably never had and the worse
she could do would be to hang up on me. But of course I didnt
say thatat least not in so many words.
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