My last post got me thinking. I guess I'm at an age (36) where I can be considered a Milf. I was a bit skeptical because I was not familiar with the concept, but after my divorce I quickly noticed that I was easily catching attention of many men much younger than me.
My daughter is 6 years old now, and when I drop her off at school, some fathers who are about 10 years younger than me do not hesitate to give me intense looks, especially since the news of my separation came out.
Obviously I could never allow myself anything with any of them, but the fact that I can feel this kind of power, I have to admit that it is extremely flattering!
At the end of last summer, I downloaded a dating app on which I already had an account that I no longer used. My summer had been particularly depressing and when I came back to Paris I really felt the need to change my mind.
There are so many temptations on this kind of site, I must admit that I didn't really know where to start with all the requests and easy matches I got. So I met several people during September, and among them was a young man in his twenties, 22 I think, who was absolutely handsome and really insisted to have a drink with me.
I was uncomfortable with the age gap at first, but when we had that drink I quickly realized that I could still have interesting talks with the new generation too! However, he and I both knew why we were here and it quickly became pretty steamy...
I felt that this young generation was more into consumption, but after all I guess that was fine with me. With almost 15 years older than him, I really tried to put all the odds on my side to seduce him. It was still quite warm, even in the evening, so I wore a light floral dress with straps, no visible cleavage but with a bare back. I still had my tanned skin. The dress was not too short, it covered my knees, and I was wearing black high heels to look as tall as possible. I hesitated to wear a bra but during my last vacations I noticed that the youth seemed to have definitely abandoned this item! So I only wore a lace panties that matched my shoes underneath. With a light touch of makeup to hide my tired face, my hair done up, and a touch of perfume, I thought I looked pretty hot!
He was as handsome as in his pics. I tried to be patient but I quickly made it clear that I wanted to spend some time with him in a more intimate place. He suggested we go to his apartment which was very close. I accepted.
It wasn't late, the sun was still up. We took the stairs up the four floors, and I could feel him watching me right behind. I could imagining him examining my ankles, my legs, the bottom of my thighs, the curve of my ass, my bare back, my shoulders, my hair, while we were going up. The four floors left me out of breath and I really tried to hide how much I was suffering to get to the top, especially with my heels!
When we entered the apartment, he immediately looked surprised. His roommate was there in the middle of the living room on the couch. Apparently they had agreed on something before, but the roommate, looking at me with a confused look, immediately proposed to leave us alone and to go to his room. I saw my date was upset so I suggested to go directly to his own bedroom...
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