Erika was the 25 year old daughter of old friends. We had known her from a baby, and seen her become a young woman. I was suddenly becoming more aware of her sexuality. She had a nice little body, small boobs (but enticing), a slim waist, nice hips and shapely legs. I liked the look of her pussy in slacks. However, I was fairly sure she was still a virgin.
She'd never had a steady boyfriend. She was not shy, was in fact socially confident, a teacher. She had always mixed with the aults as a child and seemed more interested in them than in other children at times. I knew she would probably put younger men off, because she was so seemingly confident and self-possessed, and maybe even a little old-fashioned in her ways.
She was keen for me to see her new apartment, so I decided to take up her invitation, but maybe to go on my own, without my wife.
I knocked at her door. She was of course surprised to see me, but happy that I had come at last to see her place. She was wearing a light blouse, which showed a little cleavage, and denim jeans. She was a little flustered, a little flushed even. We had a good look around the apartment.
It was very well set up, neat and pretty – like Erika, really, I remarked. She looked at me quizzically, not used to me flirting. When we were looking in her bedroom, I noticed her nervousness that she was showing a man into her temple. I made a joke along these lines and she sort of laughed it off with a nervous giggle, as if it hadn't occurred to her that I was a man.
When we got to the kitchen, there was a half-full champagne bottle on the table, and a small amount in a glass. She offered me a glass and I accepted. I noticed she had a little more herself, so she must have been at least a little tipsy. We sat and talked as we had never talked before.
I steered the conversation on to boyfriends. She admitted she didn't have one and I said that that was a failing more in the boys than her, if they couldn't see what a prize she was. She giggled a little and thanked me for the compliment. She said she thought she scared boys off, because she may have seemed more mature.
That led us onto some jokes about mature men and whether she preferred them, and she admitted that maybe that was the case. I asked why. She said she felt more comfortable with them, and they were more experienced, knew more about the world.
...and love?" I asked. She looked a little taken aback, but agreed.
"And maybe they know more about loving a young woman?" Again, she looked at me strangely, but again she agreed.
"Maybe a young woman like you needs a mature man to show her how to love..."
"Maybe," she said, growing coquette-ish.
"So, how would that go?" I teased.
"I don't know"
"Would she make the first move, or him?" I asked
"Oh he would" she teased.
"I think so too," I agreed, "But he might need an encouraging sign."
"What would that be?" she says.
"Oh. I don't know, but he would know it when he got it."
She looked puzzled. I laughed. Just kidding, I assured her.
"Let's look at the advantages of a mature man," I suggested.
"Oh, yes, and what are they?" she said. Somewhere a line or two had been crossed, and my cock was starting to strain against my shorts. I was not sure that she hadn't seen the bulge appear.
"He can be the teacher: the young woman need have no fear of her performance, because he is sure that he is likely to know more than her."
"He can take his time, because it's not his first time, and he's aware that it's better not to rush..."
"I can't believe we are having this conversation, Brian," she interrupted.
"Why not, because you never thought that I was a man?"
"No, I just never considered that we would ever be talking about sex"
"Are we talking about sex?" I teased. " I thought we were talking about sensuality. I love a sensual woman" She giggled.
"So let's talk more about a mature man: He will be gentle because he doesn't want to hurt her – and he wants to show her he can do it well!" [she giggled again]
"Another advantage of older men is that you can tend to rely on them having had a vasectomy and being very careful about their ... health..." I said cheekily "So she is safe to play."
She suddenly said, "Brian, since we are talking about this, I think I should tell that I think I am frigid" and I knew that she had accepted what was happening and was considering whether she would so it....
"Nonsense," I said, "Very few women actually are frigid..all that means is that a woman can't climax or hasn't yet climaxed...it usually just takes the right person or moment for them to reach a sexual climax" A little shiver ran up her, I noticed, and she looked down, then...
