Hello r/eroticliterature! I just found this subreddit and decided to post my ongoing story.

-Red

This is the story of my first experience with an older man. It's a bit long, so I'll break it down into a few parts. I know I’m probably sensationalizing the entire thing, but this is my story and how I remember it...

I've always had a thing for older men; there's just something about them that gets me. When I was 20, I hadn't dated anyone older, even though I was curious as hell. My only romantic experience was with my so-called best friend, but after he took my virginity, poof—he vanished, as they sometimes do.

Back in the day, I used to daydream about older guys and how they knew their way around a woman, or at least how I imagined they did. But I was painfully shy, partly because of cultural reasons and just being a young woman, you know how it is. Despite my fantasies, I never had the guts to actually pursue anyone.

Then one day, life threw me a curveball in the form of a coffee shop mishap. I was grabbing my wallet when a quarter flew out of my hand and rolled towards someone's foot. The guy picked it up and handed it back to me with a smile. I mumbled a sheepish thank you, and that's when he hit me with, "Wow, those eyes of yours! They must get you in trouble."

I was caught off guard and managed a bewildered "Excuse me?" It wasn’t because his comment was swoon-worthy (I was used to compliments about my body, especially my chest). He explained that my eyes were super expressive and gave away everything about me.

I'd been hit on before, but this guy? He locked eyes with me, and I couldn't look away. His gaze was intense, almost intrusive, and it gave me such a rush.

I was a mess of nerves, not sure how to respond to him. But despite feeling flustered, I was oddly drawn to his calm demeanor. It was like he was talking directly to me, like I was the only person in the room. All I managed to stammer out was, "I’m sorry, I’m shy and nervous." In any other situation, I’d have bolted, but for some reason, I wanted to stick around.

When I admitted my nerves, he asked if I wanted to bail, and honestly, part of me did. But I shook my head no, and he suggested I sit down. I know, what was I thinking? I wasn’t!

I won’t bore you with all the details, but over the next few minutes, he helped me calm down. We chatted casually—well, as casually as you can with that kind of tension in the air. He asked questions, I answered, I asked questions, he answered, and there was this subtle humor between us that made it all surprisingly comfortable.

After what felt like forever (but was probably only 20 minutes), he said he had to run to a meeting. Before he left, he hit me with one last nerve-wracking line: "I enjoyed your company, Ms. REDiance. I’d like to stay in touch. Would you like that?" I blurted out, "Sure, let’s be friends." That’s when he dropped the bomb: "No, I don’t want you to see me as a friend. I see you as a woman, and if we stay in touch, it’s gonna be on that level." Cue my best deer-in-headlights look. He told me to think about it, handed me his number on a piece of paper, and before I knew it, he was gone... leaving me stunned.

to be continued...