Age Difference

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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Romantic, Cheating, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Looking for the woman of the right age to date. I was surpised to find my soulmate. Not typical DG Hear story Lots of boxes could have been checked but didn't want to give the story away.



A warning to readers of DG Hears stories. Every now and then I get crazy and write a story with lots of sex. This is one of those stories. If you're not into a lot of sex, you might want to pass on this one.

This is a story about the age differences in loving, or at least sexual, relationships. As always a big thank you goes out to my editor Techsan for making my story a much better read. This story could have been put in a number of different categories.

"Harder, Ted, harder, faster, faster, I'm almost there, so good, oh, so good," said Nancy as she rode my hard cock.

I was lying on my back while my girlfriend straddled me with my cock buried deep inside of her. I loved this position. I could watch her boobs jiggle up and down while she rode me. I reached up and squeezed her mounds as I felt her pussy lips squeezing the life or at least the cum out of my dick.

"I'm coming, Baby. Can you feel in squirting in you?" I asked.

"Yes, Baby, oh, so good," she said as she stopped bouncing and started rubbing her pelvis against mine.

When her spasms stopped, she rolled off of me and laid on her back and lit her usual cigarette. "Ted, I need to talk to you."

"About what, baby?" I asked.

"I have to break up with you. God, I'm going to miss our sex sessions so much," she replied.

"Whoa! Back up a little here. I'm not going anywhere other than home and to work."

"Ted, I need more than I getting from you. I'm so sorry."

"You just got through saying how good I am and now it's not enough. I don't understand."

"The sex is great, Ted. It's the other things I need. Dancing, romance, a new sports car. I want to go to the country club and have fancy clothes. I want to be somebody."

"Nancy, I'm just a mechanic and a damn good one. I can't afford all those things and frankly, I don't care about most of them."

"That's what I mean, Ted. I think it has something to do with our ages, wants and needs."

"What? We're both twenty-four. What are you talking about?"

"I need an older man, one who can take care of me and get me the things I need and want."

"So you want a Sugar Daddy. What about sex with an old geezer?"

"Ted, sex doesn't mean as much to me as it does to you. As long as the old fart can get me off, I'll be happy. It's all the things he can do for me that count."

"Sounds like you already have one picked out."

"I do, Ted, it's one of the older managers at work. He just got divorced lately and he asked me out next Saturday. He's in his fifties but I don't care. He belongs to the country club and promised to take me there."

I got off the bed and started to get dressed. We had been dating for about six months. She was a good lay but we really weren't in love. I took the high road and wished her a nice life and told her that I hoped her dreams would come true. I left her apartment and headed home to my own.

Some people just needed more than others. I had a good job, hung with some of my friends and usually had a girlfriend for a short period of time. I didn't have all these big future dreams. I just pretty much lived one day at a time.

I considered myself a pretty decent guy. I've been with a lot of women but I was always honest and true to them. I didn't lie to them and tried to treat them fair. I never cheated on any woman that I was with. One gal at a time was plenty good for me. It just seemed that women are looking for more, but with me, what you see is what you get.

At work the next morning my boss, Brad, asked how my night went with Nancy?

"She broke up with me. She said the sex was great but she needed more. She's going to date some old fart that can buy her the things she wants."

"Don't worry about it, Ted. You'll be back in someone's saddle before you know it. I've never seen a guy bounce back the way you do when it comes to women. Some women want love and others want material things. Nancy just falls into the later category."

"I know, Brad, but I'm a one-woman-at-a-time type guy so that means I'll have to look around again," I laughed.

"Try a younger gal this time, Ted. Maybe she'll think you're her older man." Brad was laughing harder than me.

"Any suggestions?" I asked Brad.

"What about that sexy college girl that always wears black. She sure is a cutie in an odd sort of way? You don't have to worry about buying her anything; her parents are well-to-do and buy her anything she wants."

"She's like sixteen; I'm not going to jail for a piece of tail."

Brad laughed. "She's eighteen and I hear she's wild. Her dad has her bringing in her little BMW for an oil change today. Maybe I'll let you handle this one."

"We'll see, no promises. I'm not so sure about dating young girls, even if they are eighteen," I replied.

Later that day young Sasha came driving up in her little BMW. Brad was right; she really was a cute gal with her short hair dyed black and a diamond stuck in the side of her nose. She was basically dressed in black with slacks and a little jacket.

"Hi there, are you Brad? My dad told me to bring my car in for an oil change."

"No, Brad's gone at the moment. I'm Ted, and I'll be your mechanic today if you don't mind?"

She smiled, "Mind? I don't mind a bit. Can I stay for awhile and watch you at work?" I could feel her coming on to me.

"Usually people drop off their car and we call them when it's finished. I guess I can make an exception for you."

I was getting a good look at her. She was cute with the prettiest dimples and smile. She was on the petite side. I decided to see if she might be interested in going out.

I pulled her car into the garage and hoisted it up and started the oil change. I knew she was staring at my ass every time I bent over. Now I knew how women felt when they were being stared at.

"Do you have a girlfriend?'" she asked.

"Nope, fresh out of a relationship," I answered. "What about you? Is there some guy out there waiting for you?"

"No, my parents don't want me involve in relationships while I'm in college. So I just go out and have fun. Why did you break up with your girlfriend?" she asked me.

"I didn't, she broke up with me. I was too young for her." I laughed.

"My God, how old was she - fifty or something?"

"As a matter of fact we were the same age. Don't ask me to explain," I answered.

"So... are you over her? Would you like to go out with me?" she asked.

"Sasha, I don't think we would have a lot in common. You are a good looking girl but I don't think we share the same type interests."

"Hey, I don't want a long term relationship. I have a party to go to tomorrow night and I would prefer an escort. If you don't think you want to go..."

What was I doing here. A cute little chick like this and I was going to pass it up. I don't think so.

I interrupted her. "Where's the party at?"

"At a house near the college. One of the fraternities is throwing it. So, want to be my date?" She was smiling at me now and outwardly staring at my butt.

"Okay, it's a date. Where do you want me to pick you up at?"

"Let's just meet here at the station at seven."

"Seven it is." I finished her oil change and she was on her way.


After work on Saturday, I headed home to clean up for my little Gothic gal. This was a little different than most of my relationships. It was her that was making the advances, I just went with the flow.

She pulled up right on time at the station. I waved bye to Brad as he was smiling and grabbed his crotch. I laughed as I approached her car. I slipped into the passenger seat and off we went.

I looked over at her and she again was dressed in black. This time she looked sexy as hell. A black net type blouse that you could see through. A black bra underneath. She had small breasts but perfect for her petite size. Her skirt was black leather and had ridden most of the way up her thighs. By leaning forward, I could see black panties. When she saw me look she gave me a smile. I knew then this was going to be a night to remember.

We pulled up near a big house with a lot of cars parked in the yard. You could hear the noise - or music if you prefer - coming from the house. We got out of the car and I escorted my teeny bopper gothic date into the house. A couple of guys were at the door collecting money. I handed him a twenty and received no change. I guess that was for the beer.

Sasha was hugging everyone in sight and introduced me to most of her friends. There were barrels of beer everywhere and I grabbed a glass. Sasha asked for one and I gave it to her. We headed to what might have been called a dance floor and Sasha pressed her tiny body into mine.

The music was some kind of rap or something. To me it was awful. Maybe I was past this stage in my life, I don't know but some cuddling and mellow music would be a Godsend. We were there for about an hour when I mentioned to Sasha that I was uncomfortable there.

"What's the problem, Teddy?" she asked me.

Teddy? I'm a twenty-four year old man and my date was calling me Teddy. I could feel the age difference in the air, even though it was only six years difference between us. The only problem was she had one fine body and I wanted to play with it. I know that didn't sound good but it was the truth. Every time I looked at her little body, it screamed, "Take me!"

"The age group of your friends. Most seem like they are under twenty-one and everyone is drinking. I can also smell the weed."

"Where do you want to go, Teddy?"

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