Just before Christmas that year she took a job in marketing on the other side of the country. A big move that left her totally isolated from her friends and family; at 23 she was literally alone! So, that year's office Christmas party was quite the shock. Her dreams of marketing revolved around moving to a glamorous city, meeting a glamorous new best friend at work, and uncovering an algorithm that would change the world! That year’s Christmas party, which was held at a pub around the corner from her office, was the exact opposite of how she’d dreamt. Camaraderie didn't exist within the staff. In its place, there were extremely competitive and spiteful people determined to undermine each other, in their quest for job security. Being told that, "we all know you're a little butt licker and that won't work in here with the bosses!” was the final straw for her. After the party, her walk to the subway was especially lonely. Surrounded by millions, yet she didn't have a single friend within a thousand miles.

It was odd being surrounded by the bustle of a city, yet being totally alone; the anonymity hurt her immensely. She rented a dingy basement from a creepy guy. It was far from the place of her dreams, but it was affordable enough that she could live alone with a degree of independence. However, when she got home that night, it didn't feel like home. More like, in her drunken and lonely state, it felt like a prison. She was surrounded by millions, but didn't know a soul because she never put herself out there, to try and meet people. Rather, she was trapped in her basement, waiting for a world that didn't realise she existed, to come to her! So that night, on a drunken whim, she decided to put herself out there and made a profile on a popular online dating site. She created a profile but it was late and she quickly passed out, but when she woke up the next morning, she remembered her profile.

Her first instinct was to sign in and delete it, but after she made coffee, curiosity won and she signed in, and was amazed to see that she had 16 messages. Most of the messages were pretty bad and either extremely short, or rife with spelling errors. But hidden amongst the bad was a decent message from a man named Matt. But he was a lot older and outside her normal dating range, so she tried to ignore it. But she couldn't stop thinking about his message. He was an amazing writer and he wrote about himself, his interests and things he found interesting about her profile. He loved great music, appreciated all the books and authors she loved, and basically sent her the perfect first message. She resisted for almost an hour before she logged back in to reply to him. He was 56, the same age as her Dad, but he seemed so nice that she didn’t care! When she signed in, she saw that he’d he had written her a longer, even more eloquent reply and that’s how it started.

They’d send each other two or three messages a day. His messages were always incredible and brilliantly worded. And so, when he asked her to meet him for a drink, she said yes. She couldn't help being interested in this athletic older man with the great smile and amazing brain. They chose to meet in a bar tomorrow, just a few blocks away from where she lived. He was dressed perfectly in a great blazer and tailored trousers, he was taller than she expected and dwarfed her petite frame. A drink turned into two and nearly two hours later, they were onto their fourth, yet it felt like no time had gone by. He was even more fascinating in person and quickly ended up with far more points than for just being tall. When he confessed to being pretty drunk and suggested that they go to his place, she quickly agreed. Being a lot younger than him quickly faded away as they waited outside for a cab.

The cab ride was short, and they spent the whole ride holding hands in complete silence. It wasn't an awkward silence; it was the type of silence that happens when two people are excited for what will come later. They stepped into the elevator, he pressed a button and they kissed for the first time as the elevator door closed behind them. His place was incredible and she fancied a snoop about, but that one kiss had primed her for more, and when he bent down to kiss her again, she eagerly kissed him back. There was a lot more tongue now and he kissed her much more passionately than he did in the elevator. He led her to his bedroom, he stopped kissing her and instead kissed her neck while he slowly traced his hands up and down her back. When he found the clasp to her dress, he paused for a second before unhooking it, unzipping her dress a little, and then letting it fall to the ground. Dressed only in her bra and underwear, she flashed back to thinking about him being older, but he started kissing her lips again and quickly drowned out her flashback.

She was incredibly into him and helped him take off his blazer, then held her hands on his shoulders while he undid his trousers and stepped out of them, and then took off his shirt. They both got onto his bed and he made short work of her bra. The were only in their underwear when he pushed her onto her back, then worked his way down and popped her left breast into his mouth. He kissed down her flat stomach, oh so slowly. Teasing. So slowly until he reached her panties. He whispered, "I love these panties" while he pushed them down and quickly took them off. He positioned himself between her legs, slowly kissed up the inside of her legs and whispered, "I love your sexy little tight and shaved pussy" before settling with his face in between her legs and gently kissing her labia. Kisses turned into gentle licks, and gentle licks turned into a probing tongue, and that probing tongue quickly drove her absolutely wild. Easily the best oral I she’d ever received in her life, his tongue and his fingers worked her into a frenzy.

Truly an expert and within minutes, she was incredibly close to an orgasm, but he seemed to sense that and backed off until she calmed down a little. Then, he slid a finger back inside of her tight and slippery hole and started licking again, slowly getting closer and closer and closer to her clit until his tongue was right on it. His tongue flicked over her swollen bud! She felt the pressure building in her body, and she was so close to an orgasm again, until he backed off again, and held the finger inside of her totally still and lifted his head. "How are you doing?" he asked. "Oh god, so close," she whimpered back. "I'm so hard...I want to be inside of you when you cum. "Get on your hands and knees," he asked, while he slid off his underwear. She got a brief look at his hard cock; it was big, thick and curved up and she liked what she saw. "You're so hot!” he said as he positioned himself behind her, and she felt him place the tip of his cock against her sodden slit.

She moaned when she felt him slide the swollen tip inside of her. Then she kept moaning while he slowly slid himself inside, so slowly. It felt so incredible as he filled her deeper and deeper. "You're so fucking tight," he grunted as he pulled out, then slid himself back inside again, deeper this time. Deeper was good and she let out a moan of encouragement. He started pulling himself out slowly, almost all the way out until just the tip was inside, then going faster and a little deeper when he thrusted inside. The rhythm was incredible and she loved the feeling of his large and strong hands holding her hips, while he thrust himself in and out of her. Every thrust was more incredible than the last and she felt the pressure building up inside of her again. "Reach underneath yourself and stroke you clitty. I want you to cum for me," he commanded and she obeyed. She reached her right hand down and started rubbing herself while he thrusted away. Within a few minutes, she whimpered, "I'm so fucking close." He started thrusting harder and faster, then grunted, "Cum for me.."

A few more thrusts from his perfect cock paired with her steady and intense rubbing, sent her to the edge, "I'm fucking cumming," she announced while she felt her body tense up and her pussy tighten around him. He just kept thrusting harder and harder as her orgasm ravaged her body. The immediate pleasure of it, the fullness, the incredible sense of it all drove her wild! He exclaimed, "Fuck I’m gonna cum," then gripped down on her hips, thrust a few more savage thrusts and then his body got incredibly stiff. He groaned almost like he was in pain! when his body spasmed the first time, she knew that spasm was him launching hot spunk into the clasping cunt. Then he spasmed again, again, and once more. He held himself inside for a second, thrusting a little, and letting out tiny “God” before he finally pulled himself out. She collapsed and rolled onto her back. She felt tender, but still glowing from her incredible orgasm and she felt really safe being in bed with him then. Her first experience with an older man had been incredible.

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Hello! Playing this girl in her new city, gives you the chance to play literally anyone you like. You can be an up and coming lawyer, a barmaid, a shop owner or a student; it doesn’t matter? I’d like this to start with our first meeting online. With you or I browsing and finding each other. We’re in the same city due to our search filters; whether you searched for an older guy on purpose or not, is entirely up to you? We exchange various message over a number of days, prior to us meeting; then we go from there. It also means that you’re at liberty to wear what you’d like; I don’t mind, it’s up to you!

You don’t have to look like my description either, you can look just as you are right now, blonde, brunette, redhead or jet black, it’s up to you: the same with your body type. Whoever you are and whatever you wear, in my mind you’re still hot and you drive me crazy! But do you know it? Do you know that I spend hours scrolling through your social media, when we’re not messaging? Is this because I’m a pervert or is it because I’ve become obsessed with you, in a good way? Do you taunt or tease me or are you a little shy? Of course whoever you are, I will do my very best to charm you!

I’m from the UK. 56, 6.1 ft tall, big build but not overweight, hazel eyes, short dark hair with grey streaks, greying facial hair, nice looking and big hands with long fingers. Distinguished looking I guess. Hairy chest, tummy, arms and legs. Big feet. I’m good fun, an avid listener, kind and respectful. I have a dark, dry and sarcastic sense of humour and usually succeed in making people laugh. I’m kinky and maybe a bit perverted and this needs to be explored. Lately I’ve been obsessed with women in their 20s, which has hit me full in the face. Maybe I’m going through the whole male menopause thing, I don’t know.

kinks; younger women, age difference, size difference, outfit control, heels, stockings, thigh highs, crotchless panties, swearing, dirty talk, name calling, East Asian women, frenulum play, cum play, toy play, remote vibrators, edging, orgasm denial, manipulation, gas lighting, public sex, public touching, spanking and dominance (depending on my mood).

Dislikes: beatings, piss, shit, gore, scat, feet, switchers, Ghosts

Please don’t respond with just ‘hi’ ‘how are you today’ ‘what are you doing’ or ‘what’s your name.’ I’ve put a lot of effort into this and I put a lot of effort into my writing during RP. So at least act like you’ve read this. Use the word (CURVED) in your first message. Surprisingly I do get a lot of requests, so please bear with me; I like to respond.