So, I have to confess, I have a thing for older men. I don't know why, I just do. Always have. Ryan was the first guy I ever fucked, and he was in his mid 20s or something at the time and I was only 18. So, you know. Also, my boyfriend Haydon is older. Not by much, but still. But being a half Chinese half Filipino girl in Australia, I've noticed older men look at me a lot. Like, a fucking LOT! lol
I don't even know why. I'm pretty short and my legs are thick af. Well, my thighs are at least. I wear short denim shorts to make them look longer, but. And I've only got B-cups. Why are they so interested in checking me out all the time?
And they do!
Sometimes I don't mind, but sometimes it gets creepy. Like this guy this morning at the shopping centre, secretly taking pics of me on his phone. But last week I was on the train and these two businessmen in suits were sitting across from me. I had sunglasses on and airpods in, so it seemed like I wasn't aware of what they were doing. But they were totally checking me out, looking me up and down. They must've been in their 40s at least. I noticed one of them had a wedding ring on. But that didn't stop him elbowing his friend and nodding in my direction, so I discreetly turned the music off but acted like I was still listening to a song. It was hard to tell because they were talking quietly so the other commuters didn't notice, but I heard him say something about my thighs. The other guy smiled and nodded. They did this for a while, pretending to look around the train or out the windows, but they kept looking back at my legs and occasionally saying something.
Then I heard one of them say "imagine riding that all night?" and the other man laughed and said it'd be worth the divorce. Because they were trying to be quiet about it, I wasn't grossed out or anything. Actually, I was a bit turned on. If they'd have said it out loud then that would be a different story.
So yeah, older men. Especially in suits. Yes please.
And its not just strangers in public who check me out. I've caught Haydon's dad doing it heaps of times. His name's Frank, and is kinda old-skool. He acts so casual when I catch him doing it, just smiles or starts talking about something random, as if perving on me was normal, or like he wasn't actually perving. I used to think, "dude, your son is right in the same room". I mean, checking out your son's girlfriend is weird, right?
Except I liked the attention. The first few years of high school, all the blonde girls or tall girls got all the attention from the boys. Only at the end of high school did the boys start to notice me, but by then I was too shy for them. If only they'd paid me attention earlier. Older guys noticed me, though, and were always talking to me. Like Ryan, who lived up the road from us. Even when I went to France for a holiday, all the guys were into me there because I was Asian. So maybe that's why I'm attracted to older men. Or maybe because they're just more sophisticated?
I got into the habit of walking around the house with the tip button of my shorts undone, especially after eating, and it became so normal that Haydon wouldn't say anything to me about it even when guests came around. Usually I had a shirt long enough to cover the front, though.
But when Frank would be hanging around for a visit or to help Haydon with his car, I'd sometimes swap the t-shirt out for a tank top and tie into a knot at front. Then it was obvious the button on my shorts was popped, especially because the zipper would ride down to show off my panties. If I was wearing something like fluro pink or some other bright colour, it was like a beacon to Frank's eyeballs. Every time we were in the same room he'd fight not to look down there. That got to be a fun little game for me lol. Of course, I never did this if Haydon's mum was visiting, as well.
So, one day Frank was over on his own and there was some issue with the car. Gaskets or something. Haydon said they could get some new ones down at the auto shop, but Frank said he needed to rest from being out in the sun too much. Haydon was going to stay but Frank convinced him he just needed some rest and re-hydration.
"I'll get him in shape before you return," I told Haydon.
He kissed me, told me I was the best, and raced out the door promising he won't be long.
I got a jug of water and a clean glass for Frank, and found him slouched on the couch.
"Thanks sweetie," he smiled, taking the water.
I had my usual denim shorts on, unbuttoned, and had worn a crop-top for today. As usual, Frank's eyes were on my body. He was staring at my exposed midriff as he downed the water.
"You like it?" I asked, a little cheekily, because I'd meant for it sound like a loaded question.
"Yeah, yeah," he said, slightly confused. Then, bold as fuck, he goes: "Oh, your button's undone. Come here, I'll do it back up."
Well, that was some front, I'll give him that. I mean, it was still vague and innocent-sounding, but if I told Haydon when he got back, I don't think he'd see it that way.
But instead, I took a few steps closer until his knee was between mine and let him reach forward and clasp the two corners of my shorts that were undone. Frank worked as an engineer, usually getting out on the field and working with his hands. His fingers were thick and the skin rough and calloused. When the backs of them brushed against my soft belly, it sent shivers up my spine and made the front of my thighs tingle.
"Oh, that's a cute bow," he goes.
He was holding open the flaps of my shorts, instead of buttoning them up like he said he would. The top of my baby-blue panties was exposed, with their little blue bow stitched to the hemline.
Oh fuck this was too much. My knees began to feel weak. What if Haydon walked in? Or his mum, popping around to see if we wanted lunch?
"It matches the print," I said.
As worried as I was, I was always way too curious about what was going on here. How far could Frank be led on here?
As if he had no free will of his own, he tugs the flaps of my shorts wider and the zip just flies down. My shorts sprung open like magic, showing off the whole front of my panties. I automatically pulled away, but I didn't cover up. Not much, anyway.
"Oops, don't know me own strength, sometimes," laughed Frank. "Sorry sweetie, didn't mean to frighten you."
"I'm not scared," I lied.
I kept asking myself over and over, what if someone walks in? And as much as I asked myself that, I was also drawn toward Frank. There were crows feet at the corner of his eyes, and worry lines across his forehead, and his hair had begun to recede and thin on top. And I don't know why, but it all turned me on.
"There's no bows," he suddenly goes, staring at my crotch.
"Huh?"
I opened the front of my shorts wider, revealing my panties in all their glory. He was right, but. They were baby-blue, but the ones with the bow prints all over and the ribbon stitched into a bow on front were still in my dresser.
"Maybe they're on back," he suggested, hopefully.
I laughed.
