It was late night in the chilly winters, when I was sitting at the table of the local pub drinking my supposedly last peg of scotch for the day. I was just about to leave when this hot and sexy girl who would be around 21years of age wearing a black top and a blue mini-skirt offered me a drink.

How could anyone say no to that? There I agreed and she got me yet another peg of scotch. We started talking and it was getting late, time was passing. It was 3A.M. and I had this hot babe right by my side her leg stroking my jeans now and then. Meanwhile I was also embracing her thighs at intervals.

It was time I asked her to come to my place as the pub was shutting down. She agreed and we took a cab to my place.

She was wearing this black top through which I could easily see her white bra popping out. She had a pretty nice figure with her breast line visible all the time.

She sat in front of me on the couch with her legs crossed as in a usual fashion. We got to talking and that too erogenous talk. Suddenly her legs spread out and I could see her pink panties that were wet on the outside. She was feeling wet after all those talks we were having. Suddenly she came onto my side and we started kissing, it was intense.

My right hand unknowingly went straight inside her skirt and I started feeling her wet panties, I could feel her pussy, it was nice and warm and I was surprised that she didn’t say a word.

Suddenly she started peeing a little bit, her panty was getting more wet and she even started to moan with that. I started rubbing her pussy, she was sighing deeps and was moaning all this time.

Then I just ripped off her top and her bra and she ripped off my t-shirt. I sucked her breasts for sometime, her nipples were hard. Then she removed her panties without removing her skirt and I knew she was ready for me. I stripped to naked and I knew it was time I had to take a shot inside her wet pussy. I entered her and she moaned even more, I started moving. Alongside she was rubbing her clit while we were making out. It lasted long, both of us had pleasure. She wanted more and more of my cock. So I gave it to her. We were making out hard on the couch.

After a while it all ended in a deep silence, we had our clothes on and then she left soon after all this.

Okaaaay, All I sought to do was laze in bed and believe how happy I was. It was sickening, actually, like I was on some weird heroin high (although never done heroin but I am just being presumptuous here).
I had infinite relationships but always with older men…older by a year or ten years. Figuring men’s maturity years five years younger than their actual age and me always boasting about five years older than my age; I chalked out if I was 25…my idyllic mate should be 35!
Quite a few months back, I landed at a gathering. Athwart the area, I caught a pair of blue eyes staring at me. He sported an enduringly mystified air, had a mop of wavy hair and mischief smidgen blue eyes. I tilted towards my friend Reba and asked her of his origins. Raising a brow she told me, “That is Robby. You sure would like him.”
Her words unavoidably plant thoughts in my head. The scheme that my productive brain, effective in juxtaposition with my sex-starved libido, had was that I was going to go home with Robby. And when I dig up an idea in my head, well…
I went home with Robby.

Robby was an awesome kisser and the chemistry was evident. Of course all a woman waits for is a man to take charge. And it was bliss…
On knowing him better…Just like me he too was fond of reading, poetry and he was too witty. He enlightened me that the real problem with people was that nobody acts their age. I giggled agreeing completely. In fact, it is bewildering to look around a nightspots finding the majority of male counterparts are baby boomers!
Still wrapped in his arms, I asked, “How old are you?” “Twenty-two” was the reply and I was annoyed. I knew he was a Younger chap….but ‘Twenty two?’ He inquired what the big deal was, while I felt as if I was in bed with Dennis the Menace. I grumbled within.
Robby further said that although he has nothing against the girls his age, he is fond of more matured, witty and pretty companion; being wise beyond his age.
As a result, notwithstanding my world weary approach, I considered to give it a shot. Why not try the younger guy?
Robby made me feel so special and self-assured. He admired that I was a writer, pursuing a less conventional career path. He gazed at me with these big admiring blue eyes and I loved it. I loved every moment of it.
He was lively, keen to learn new stuff and very edgy, particularly in two ways.

Though it was easy to dole out advice to someone who kind of looked up to me, advice, shall we say, was not his tough suit. So there was no one to discuss my pressures with. Secondly, our interest varied and so did the social circle…
Nevertheless his impressive bedroom talent was something I just couldn’t shake. But the disparities were inevitable…
His endearing text messages and booty calls at night soon lost its cachet. I sought someone who was my equivalent, who desired to do the similar things I did.
Cordially I bid goodbye to Robby. Certainly we still swing by to sip a forty together. But what I learned from Robby was so as to everyone should at least once endeavor the younger guy and I am sure you won’t regret it…

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