How a girl 12 years younger than me shattered my worldview

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always been a sex-positive person and a firm believer in “we listen and we do not judge” when it comes to sex. I had a share of my wild experiences, mostly from my teens and twenties. At that same time, I always thought that to have a really good sex (and I mean REALLY good), some deeper connection, both emotional and intellectual, is a must. I, a 35 year old man, also believed that much younger women are just not my thing.

That was until I met M. We met on random while we were both vacationing by the sea. Turned out, we both came there because we needed a getaway, a small break from day to day. She seemed kind and nice. We talked for a bit, all SFW and friendly, we got a good banter. As we were saying goodbye, I asked her what are her plans for the evening, just out of curiosity. She planned to get a beer somewhere. Coincidentally, I had that same plan, so I asked if she wanted to meet later at a bar that got recommended to me. We exchanged numbers and decided to meet there later.

We met. We talked like good old friends. No awkwardness, no boundaries, just a good friendly talk. Just being ourselves, all natural. Sure, some topics were a bit sexual, but that’s nothing unlike in my friendships. No butterflies, though. No flirting. No rizz. Just a good talk with no filters. It was only at that bar when I learned how old is she (23) and she how old am I (35). But it made no difference in us having a friendly good time talking, and it didn’t feel like there’s any age gap.

Then, as the place was closing, we ended up at my hotel (it was close by) just to have another beer. No one was too drunk. We kept talking. There was some physical contact, but all friendly and quite platonic. As it got really late, with honest to gods pure intentions, I asked if she wants to stay in until the morning instead of catching an uber. She said yes. Due to limited space, we ended up in that same bed.

I don’t remember who started kissing who. Soft, almost innocent kisses with just a little tongue. I remember her small hands wandering over my back with pure lust. And my fingers caressing her more and more passionately. Us undressing each other. Her perfect body - so petite, soft skin, small but absolutely beautiful breasts, her perfect ass, so firm and round. I asked, to make her more comfortable and to make sure, if she’s certain about it and if she wants it. She confirmed. Strongly.

I took her panties off and licked the wetness off them just to taste her. Seeing that, she moaned a little and laughed. Her pussy was the best tasting I’ve ever had. And not smoothly shaven, which I loved - she was so natural and so perfect in all this, in her very essence.

As I was licking her clit, I started fingering her, using all the tricks in my book to give her a night to remember. Lifting her ass us, arching her and holding with my hand as I licked her, my curved finger working in her pussy, then another. There’s a certain art to feeling if your partner is having the most pleasure she can real-time, but (without false modesty) I know I’m good at this game. And my gods, she was so tight. I’m a girthy dude, granted. But hey, pussies can naturally accommodate. Yet, it was the first time that I really thought to myself “oh shit, am I going to fit inside her?”. But I did, and oh Lord. She was perfect. Being inside her felt so good. Never before did I feel so good inside anybody - pussy or ass.

For this one night, she was all mine. Missionary with my hand on her throat (as I knew from our talk before that she’s into bondage). Me licking her slightly hairy armpits (again - it was driving me crazy how natural and authentic with everything she is). Me licking her from behind, both her pussy and her ass, while she kept moaning sweetly. Me taking her from behind and spanking her (yes, I asked if that’s okay; after all, we barely knew each other) while fingering her asshole. Me switching her back to missionary and cumming all over her body. Then, me eating her out again. And then us, sleeping next to each other. Knowing all well that this night - due to her and my general circumstances which we’ll call here “boring details” - will most likely be the only one we’ll ever have.

And it was so good. In the morning we talked - both agreeing that it was one of the best sex experiences in our respective lives. Only my life was significantly longer, so it blows my mind even more.

And thus, with a night like this, a night that I’ll remember for the rest of my life, my worldview was shattered. Because there was no buildup. No deep emotional connection. Sure, there was some good friendly chemistry, understanding and some intellectual connection. But, judging from my past experiences, not nearly enough to warrant a sex THAT good. Sex that good was always coming with time. And here, it was a one night stand, no matter how you look at this.

One thing’s for sure. M. made me, a dude often saying that he’s old, having to rethink how I look at sexual encounters and connections. But damn - what a nice memory to have.